in the land of spiders, I think I was an insect
hiding from the vampires, underneath every crevice
finding heart breakers, who are crying from regret
getting drunk on love, paying shots with respect
slitting my throat so I can finally breathe
smothered from my lovers watching me bleed

you break my heart
like an elephant running through a room on ice
just an earthquake exploding with revenge deep inside
don't doubt yourself twice
I have a new endgame
I've seen the outcome at least a million times
it all ends the same except with one
where I finally win with your head in my hand to my side

you bloomed with colors others never knew could exist
you exhaust an ignorance to acknowledge your absolute accomplishments
a perfectionist artist who has no time for rough drafts
should have guessed this love was just cat scratch
thrown away in the basket case
with the rest of all your beautiful mistakes

oh girl
time has its way
it says the truth that hurts
it’s easier to cover your ears -
bury your head in the
S A N D
time slips away
just as grains in your hand
your palm breaks with time
oh girl

I believe books will bleed and through their pain truth we'll read-
between the lines inside my mind until I find the way to breathe-
I strain and choke on words I spoke and with the blood wrote a poet's
apology

there is a feeling indescribable with new young love
a perturb brouhaha that spreads across your face and fills your heart with hot blood
knees weaken voices stricken with nervous intentions only the man in the moon can see
eyes are shaking blurred from love-at-first-sight
the truth is written among the glowing summer sky with you lying next to me
destiny and freedom
all in a single night

bold underlined regret
the blessed, the cursed, the depth-
of how far the rabbit hole
of your emotions will go
you polygon-faced-son-of-a-b*tch

In the last breaking hour
controlled under the iron-clutch of a dying kingdom
hear the laughter through the halls
as a new hysteria is swarming.
and the people call for a book to foretell the final chapter,
from the start to the end-to find a righteous answer.

...

Just as the eagle's feather falls
so do crowns from kings; caused of unseen catastrophes
this leaves the knowing left to uncover-
calamities hidden within ghostly visions-
sworn to loyalty of vengeance,
as fakers cry a false mourning.

...

A holocaust of happiness leaves the young prince with only questions
to live- to die- to love- to try, and seek his name a meaning
for those we lose we lose parts of ourselves
madness to some is just a gentler grieving.

...


So plunge your pen into the sky
and write the years as they come by
to time tragedies are just one blink shy of a happy ending.

S H A K E S P E A R E
. . .

he built the machine
now he can fly

he didn't do it for money
but watch it come by

he couldn't cook
but with one look
of green faces involved
he sold an accident
and now can step up
to evolve

the masses eat his cuisine
surprisingly with delight

tear at each other
arms first legs next
to sit closer to their
current creator

covered in fear
cloaked in future
coming from darkness
anything is better

It's his album about an algorithm
a certain collection of a collectors day-dreaming
it's a dying summer and your still stuck singing
feeling a heartache from poetry about poverty
still buying every new opportunity blind to always seeing
he didn't want your money only yourself
keep on hiding and crying
inside your plush property
while all I try is to
scream for you to notice he's here with me
inside an one-hundred dollar painting
wasting away--bathing--in the
diverse hues of your professional synergy

“why don’t you write me a poem?
You are a poet- it is your day of love.”

I held her but felt her hold her breath
She cried then laughed about life always being the same
She didn’t want to sleep so I stayed awake
I awoke in freezing pain
I’m just bleeding out in a bath
from a live heart surgery she gave me during Valentine’s Day

"Which one is this?"
-famous father to his only son

Written in the stars the celestial bodies are destined to rise and manifest
for the balance or control for the cosmos.

These 24 zodiacs and 12 demigods are given the powers of the dying deities.

Through these tirelessly infinite trials the true tyrant or savior of our universe will be chosen.

In these moments we look to the sky-throughout the stars-for the answer of
who will become the omniscient one...

words I struggle to announce - they crawl and edge on my tongue -

I swallow back down this raw emotional warmth.
hesitation boils in my stomach-
anticipation gnaws on the conscious that is ticking down...
each
second
to be lost

I whisper in the red blistered state of my mind
"go..."

to act out-
act now ! yet I don't

patiently, you smile, continuing your hum.
, a spacious smile consulting with freckled dimples ,
a brilliant sheen - sunlight glitters off your mocha shaded skin.
your beautiful night covered eyes, fixated in an awe-aspired innocence
slyly I dance in a shifted stance - fake stretching to catch the glimmered glance exchanged
what a cosmic marvel it is for your windows to burnish -
- in such an intimate opaque opal wonder - an over expressive
blackened aperture :
just as your very soul is to an aching traveler
indescribable comfort  from a blanket of immense interpretations
galactic aesthetic given within every mere moment
****** intentions sloughed for this uninterrupted connection...

intense unintended ecstasy

blank stare I share
geekily breathing I halt
holding my breath
overthinking hastens as apparitions of her in my life take place

dumbfounded an understatement
I fall back ; imaginably my feet burrow down into my soles.
I blush a fresh coat of embarrassed excitement across my face.

the best part of this is we are not even strangers
we are lovers yet I find it so thrilling to have such over encumbered emotions  
none that are unfamiliar , just the rush of receiving
in turn makes it evermore welcoming  
just as dust floating in sunlight  
a pure force makes us too, levitate...

we enjoy this nervous bliss
until death do we part with our final kiss

if you see a peasant
he was once a king
if you truly think I am only lying
I was the one who stole his most precious present
empathy

"I will keep posting "non poetry" on a poetry site as a poetic statement."
-badtaste 3-13-2019

love potion | half price
cost to owner
just one sleepless night
(for the rest of your life)

sometimes I hum to the rhythm of the unknown
understanding that we are nothing but humans wanting
touching each other's lovers in different spots of the heart
keep in mind my mindless mouth singing poetry-
I tirelessly type every night for more popularity-
timelessly society spent every penny printing more money for the fools
chasing the american dream that is unknown

righteous sickness
obtained from the nameless mistress
alone on a train
I
sit next to her
doesn't even matter
she's a mad hatter running from alcoholism
and all 7 step-fathers
time to main stations
let's give her a reason to see the sun set
before the night is shoveled in red...

I wish I could make you smile while singing a simile,
of what it's like when you sit next to me.
Or tell you another metaphor,
of what it's like when we grow old together.

Will you hold me
when I won't hold you?
I'm sorry, but
I will always love you

I have a hangover from a heartache
when I'm sober I'll realize she fulfilled the promise last night she made
and sneezed all over the 20-story-concrete-pavement
my brain jelly sizzles.

Love summer Love.

once you look into her eyes
your heart turns to stone

I'm not ready to move on
I'm not ready to forget
but if I don't compose my inner music
my song will never be written

time is a very impatient man
who lost his watch

It's been so long since I've lost my touch,
I need to bring back the light we lost.
From the restless nights
to the angry fights
alas the darkness eclipsing in your eyes.
My tears burn holes in my face
my voice trembles out-of-place
let anything holy escape your lips precious.

two brats holding hands in burlap sack-
father time watching while running laps-
everyone must have been too scared to speak up
they must have had razor burn on their tongue
panic and plastic is thrown to the ground
like snow in Panama-
foreign to all around-
it screams in ecstasy
I shake and clench this venomous syringe
it has no sting unlike the stinge of the wasp
disguised as a bee
in an unfamiliar nylon scene

I don't like to think about
all the secrets they know about me
trust is a tree that takes time to grow
and they are the madman with a chainsaw

Johnny Depp said
" 'ello bompbumster!"
to me the third time today
or at least that's what happened in my head

Nothingness is the opposite of being.
We exist in the shadow of the darkness.

god is chased by the nothingness
the only thing he didn't create

it's a hard rang to walk alone
under every underpass through seas of faces
tears of rain get your shoes wet
and waking up covered in city stress and rushed restless soggy
expressions. but here comes lady luck
and her Mr. Karma
they're too far away to tell
if those are smiles of joy
or smirks of finally finding payback

every time you cross my mind
fog fills my skull and clouds my thoughts
each time I say your  name
my tongue curls up and green travels through my lungs
any moment I see you close
turquoise trickles and travels onto my lips
such salty emotions I savor
...
you are the badtaste that lingers but I’m obsessed with the flavor

I light my candles but this room is still pitch dark
I scream for a name and just hear my echo come right back
each time I closed my eyes I just rezoomed this torture from a higher view
is it what I said or what I did why would't you let me know that I hurt you?

you give me so many bad ideas
like falling in love with my eyes close

my vision of hell
is being told I go to heaven
and watch all my friends burn

rotten teeth speak forgotten truth,
back when the days of sin were sung by shadowed youth,
through the dark-it sparked-so many ingenious risks,
Cyanide apple seeds swallowed by society’s rejects,
no one is sour-not even the insects dare to be bitter,
Year 1981 was the time to be alive / never have I ever wanted to relive those memories as much as I do now...

I dare you
to be honest to yourself
I dare you
to tell me the truth
I swear to you
I lie just as much
I am not better than you
but at least I try to change

you were my practice
my only witness
to a kindling love that caught
a case of lovesickness
now six months has only felt like six days
if I could win your forgiveness
I'd change my ways
however you've heard it all before
a poet's words don't woe like they do anymore
I'd stop making poetry if you'd stop being so cold to me
but who am I to make demands (?)
I just wish we could be friends