'how are you doing?' you ask
beautifully getting over you.

What is so beautiful about me?
Are you attracted to my mind,
Or the thing that blows you is my smile,
Is it my eyes that are windows to my soul,
Or is it my case of Jean *** which you troll,
Are my seins more alluring to look at,
Or is it cliché you love that I am confident,
Like a alpha male do you like a hourglass,
courbes are more extensive that my cognizance,
When you look at the marks in my face,
Does it feel like she is a Empress?

They say
"Never give up".
But how can I,
If the world has given up on me?
Funny how one sentence changed my entire life,
Spun my world upside down with a bang
Twirled the universe on its finger
Guess what it was?
I'm sorry.
Now I stand with my heart in a million pieces,
Limbs broken at impossible angles,
I'm beautifully broken...
You should have known that I would,
If I could,
When you stopped catching me,
As I fell for you...

the city is beautiful until it corrodes.
the city is beautiful until you are trapped.

send me home,whispers your heart beneath
a grey blanket,but the city is where love and

genius live,we can't leave,we can't go
send for home,it yells,and now it is tearing

you apart it is picking through the sinews of
your warmth it is shredding you out

you push it peels you stop,it peels,
the book of chaos sits next to you

should you open it now?where does wisdom lie?
is it in your palms,or beyond that,somewhere

hidden, unfolded?
you don't know because the city is still beautiful to you.

you don't know because you never open that book.
(but your heart peels on.)

I'm covered from head to toe in resin, acrylics and epoxy,
Some pulverized rocks my son gathered from the Chattooga River,
Now reduced to a burnt ember dust.
I added silicone sludge and a little baking powder as well,
And once mixed, this dicey concoction is beautifully toxic,
So I waft the air and inhale it.

Painting a colorful sunset is too easy, I prefer black and white,
So with a wooden board the size of a door,
I get to work with my rubber sledgehammer, blowtorch
A gallon of poison and flammable spray.

The passers by have seen this look in eyes,
From The Shining or possibly their preachers,
You know, the same look that's a sight to behold.

Slamming the hammer down with brute force
And purposed abandonment,
I paint my sunset and wrangle the stars later.
A shower won't do me justice>