I will love you the same
no matter who it is to blame
regardless of the persona you take
or the one I seem to attain
I will love you the same

in my heart perfectly my hatred for you I will frame
no matter the cruelties and the monsters I find in you
I will claim
I will love you the same

I will leave the disaster put away my pride
and my shame
In histories books they will mark our names
they will speak of what we became
how satan twisted his strings and played his games

its him taken form of humans I blame
who touched our fiery hearts with their blackened flames
then came the black pit from our stomachs we couldnt tame
cracked out and drunk on *******
can you explain what could have I possibly gained
from the flood of this pain
left my self in peices of grain
forbidden and unhumane
insane
and
mundane

my conciousness leaks down with the water
in the drain
I have become so numb
I cant even complain

I restrain from my
veins
I bleed to feel
the feeling of sane




at the end of the day Im left with nothing but stains
from the rain

and still
I will always love you the same

I passed the new york in your eyes notriously
before ever really speaking the language that they shrieked

the rigourus dimensions
the pale fingers speak
Im crisp
as the apple giving birth to her death
send your signals to me

fly seas
dance in breeze

remember the ****** when in her blackened tongue she speaks
fragility giving birth to her gritty skeletons
came to me one night and begged me to breathe
poetically told me it was me the universe seeks

not who they said I was
but to shed the hiding technique
the ill and sly words in my tongue raging to leak
the ordained freak and the memories
laying in the back of my mind somewhere,
those
those real antiques


Im a princess in the world of words itself
and the universe is my boutique
I brush the pink smile upon my cheek
and I grab what I want with the strength of ease

to my side I kick those ordinary bullies
and now Im watching them burn in the lowest average of these cities
I let my hair grow
wear bright colors
and dance the dance of the gipsies
I take life back further than the fifties
then further then the thirties

I run to the cemetary and mingle with that one zombie
the one who I let go of
and let him explain to me the details of my hidden worries

he tells me to let them go

I shoot the fatigued oldness in the heart with the spine of my arrow
I make loves to all my shadows
I hallow in my very mellow
state of mind
my intrinsic phsyco
my cronic rainbow

I dont need your superfiality
because as human I have won the mental lotto

are we okay
will you hold me like you did that one day
speak to me like you did when we sat in the sultry cafe

kiss me like you did on that winter night in the driveway
my love...

are we okay

our cigerrete buds fill the ashtray
as we listen to the soothing beats of reggea
I remember you in the miday

darling...

are we okay

I sit and watch
not the passion
but the connection decay

the burdens outweigh
our clique
feminine
folkway

your fingerprints marked along every hallway
your lips scorn the evening of every friday
your pushing edge on every railway
our sweat on every roadway
your secrets replay in my head like a violin

finally
I have come to realization
of this heavy dismay

lover we are not okay.

in a breathe that so suddenly escaped
words for you so sincerely I have shaped
poetry time and time again I have *****

she is mine

how leaves belong to the grapevine

she is mine

on the stage me and her
we arise
we emerge

the purge of rotten eyes comes in secret splurge
we wont let them be our fall
I wont let them deafen my ears to your powerful call
it all means nothing to me
at all

seep in the menthol
hands clasped
lips grasped

your eyes shower me like rainfall
your dark eyes weaken me like nightfall
my precious
porcelain
doll

transgenered abomination of laughing lilies
who was I when in thought of that life
reading the old pages of transfixed emotion tied into yours
but for another
with you
hearts nauseous and repugnant
fingers stilted
still 3 overweight words
breaking the air I speak on, somewhere blowing in the breeze
I hear its calling
no denial
no fight in lifes court
no
no
trial

no remembering kisses in april
no remembering broken bottles
no remembering a girl built castle
or the dazzle
scorn his devil
rot the bashful
inside of me, inconsistent in liqiuadating inervation
and defiant sensitivity

dance the night away when its humid
and sweat the sweat of slaves
dance on top of your ruins
and forget the lonely songs of yesterday

ponder with me as I throw these diaries
filled with tales of ******* and burnt down cities
towards the direction of every ear
that had but a moment to listen to my plea
of how other lands hold the children of my sanity
of how in other lands I see decadent beauty
how I feel the gnawing tearing in me awfully

supernatural were the nights I imbedded in sultry
cringed smiles and listened to the forgein birdies
inhaled the fumes of gasoline and drowned in the glorifying sunny
wet my lips in salty water and enjoyed the stinging in my eyes
graced the cannabis valleys
and the meadows of sustenance and endless possibility

the waterfalls of magnificent hidden deep in the earth
behind the roses of my ancestors

speak to me my land
call on to me louder
hinder me away from this place
and manifest within in me your womanly power

seek me oh mother land
and cast me away from shattered lives
bring me back to you
and beg me todestroy this demise

I am toughly and sickly
at the same time

shower me with your graciousness
and devoutly banish my crime
I will wait for the thunder calling
and make excuses for this ****** place in the meantime