In my head
I am the Russian Roulatte
In a tee *** I beg for trust
When poured out
The foam becomes of your mouth
I do buisness in China
Shipped to Pueto Rico
Make tongues flip as sharp
as a Nurican Dominican
Jitter till hearts stop beating on top of Italian pool tables
I steal breathes from science who believe in what is not in the Bible
I am your Russian Roulette
Make a feline spray a *** spot in here ******
Make a King errect New Your late night star lights when they stu'n
Change the tune in your song
from spittin rap versus to singing to God that you was wrong
I beat the drugs
Put a end to your habbit
So when you feel you cant utter a verse I'll let you howl like a suffering rabbit
Because no one knows how to use me right
I am the only bullet tucked in to take away your life
As soon as I leap forward to your attention you will be adoment to a pension
Stire clear
I am here
No intentions but to terminate erosions
Respect what I may
Careful when you choose to play
You must reconsider the outcome
I am
The Russian Roulette.

© the Russian Roulette S.T. Rebel of Eden

C.O.D.

Love and amity
was an overwhelming flow-
exuberant, really.
A down, predatory, swaddled  
thing,
that conjested this valueless space.
Repressing me in it's hurry to maintain us together.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

Black and ebony wings
of crippled suspension of
-consciousness
enduring into the great extant
-something

while your convoy of words left
in animation of wilted air
dine me your codex
because in your world
this is completion.

© 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel Flower

I want to smile like the sunrise

sleep in the heavens like the high moon

be cradled aligned with the stars

and rise like a proud head of a woman

that turn the neck

of a stubborn man


I want to be the apple

shinning beside my consort

run for miles to the closest rainbow

reach out to the struggles of nature

and embrace the rain

where I am baptized in holy evaporation


I want to heal

a broken childs heart

after and abuse

after an attack

and make them feel found

and whole again


I want to run with the wild

and fly

with Roman and Greek mythology

where fantasys crown me queen

and they are my dream

cause it never dies

whatever is young in my mind


when crumbled

I want to succeed

when fallen

I want to stand back up

and look at the world

and hold on to it tightly

because it is all I got

to survive.


And the world smells good.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

HER LIPS SPOKE OF
WISDOME FED BY SCIENCE BOOKS
AND HISTORY TEXT AND
PHILOSOPHY OF ASSUMPTIONS
CARRYING A STRICKING EYE
FOR STUDENTS THAT
WON'T SIT STILL
SHE CLAIMS SHE LIKE'S IT QUIET
DURING FREE TIME OF READING
BUT I'M STARING DOWN
AT TEEN MAGAZINS
CAUSE MICHAEL JACKSON
MAKES ME SHREEK IN MY SEAT
AND I SAY NOTHING NOR
READ NOTHING BUT
                               
STARE
                               
ADMIRINGLY AT HIS
                                
PUZZLING FEATURES

THEN HER VOICE RISES OVER
MY HEAD LIKE FLYING BULLETS
MISSING MY BRAIN AND EYE SOCKETS
BUT SHE PLUNGED INTO MY EARS
LIKE THUNDER BULT AND LIGHTNING
AND MY SEAT WENT HOT
WHEN SHE STARED DOWN AT ME
HER WORDS CUDDLED UP
AGAINTS MY IGNORANCE
AS I FIGHT OFF THE BALANCE
SHE NEVER

OBTAINED TO
                                 MAINTAINE
                                
MY ATTENTION
                                
                      ­           ONLY FEAR

MY HEART POUNDING

!!!STARTLED!!!

AT  HER
RATTLE SNAKE INTENSIONS
AND HER VENOMOUSE WORDS
FELL UPON MY

LOW IQ

SHAMED AT MY ABILITY
TO LEARN EVER SO SMALL
AND SHE COULDN'T MANAGE
TO STAND UP AGAINTS
MY DIFFICULT APPLE
BITTEN BY SO MANY
BITTEN AT THE BIRTH
AND EATEN BY THE BEAST
OF STUDENTS WHO
STAND EGO HIGH AGAINTS ME
TURNING HEADS AT ME
WITH A GLARE IN THEIR EYE
THAT ONLY HORROR MOVIES COULD DEPICT
SHE DECIDED TO

FAVOR
                             
THE WIDTH
                              
 THE DISTANCE

AND                     

 THE RISK

OF HAVING ME
HER STUDENT...  AT ALL...
AND TELLS ME

"YOU WILL NEVER WIN,
BUT I WILL"

??????????

WHY MRS. ANDERSON...
WHAT EVER DID YOU MEAN BY THAT
23 YRS AGO I WANNA KNOW????????

BUT I COULDN'T CONCENTRATE
OR PAY YOU THE FAME
BECAUSE YOU STAND UP THERE
LIKE SOME PRESIDENT OFFERING
NO LESS THAN A TOOL
I CAN'T GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL
LIKE THE OTHER KIDS
FEELING LIKE A ROBOT
STANDING IN LINE TO EAT
STANDING IN LINE TO PLAY
RAISE MY HAND LIKE A CONVICT
TO GO TO THE BATHROOM
AS IF THIS WERE THE MALICHA OR
A **** OR NOZI OR HOW EVER YOU SPELL
                              THE **** NAME

CAUSE IT AIN'T ENGLISH
YOUR RING TONE PHONIC VOICE
RINGS IN MY EAR TO THIS DAY
AND YOUR PIERCING DULL BLUE EYES
IS ALL I NEVER WANT MY CHILD
TO HAVE AFTER ME

A TEACHER WHO THINKS
SHE IS THERE JUST TO BEAT DOWN
A CHILD
                                        IN THIER MINDS.


© S.T. Rebel of Eden

Now that our royal head has gone
You are left with a single note in your song
You are now the upholastery
the carraige left to still carry on
In rivers plastered above faith and will
Righteously your love has grown in
deeper roots bright and strong
I know no other humen on earth
who loved her womb much more than her own
The corinthian covered in lime stone
stand strong forever
So when I open this final book
of proverbs and revolation
I know you are the mother
I ache to keep a lifetime as my salvation.

I love you mom.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

LOVE
TASTES LIKE
A CLIPPED WING
FALLING FROM HEAVEN
THAT SPILLED
FROM MY MOUTH
LEAVE THE ROSE
IN PIXIE DUST AIR
ON THE THRONE
OF MY TONGUE- DANCING
SO MY WORDS CAN SEND
RAINBOWS TO HILLTOPS
REACHING THE SKY.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

Twisted thorns point, and ***** my lips

touched me like, bee stings at the tip

like the fallen eclips, travel the lukeworm

formed fluffy pillows, touched by your storm.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

Reverie-
slipping past the skylights
...after soul exursion
through my backside
tremble lightly
upon soft breezes.

Conveyd the paragon
mosaic in the spher,
to nap silently
with the stars.

They have that drive

Placid waves calmly
surge over me.

Tranquil my vitality.

Consum my nomadic head with serenity.

Catch a likeness
in my head trip
of blues and turqhouse.

So that I may
Laze towards
the same skies.

... finally hushed;

with the moon
and the night sky.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden

"MY MIND IS THICK, 

MY MOUTH IS OUT OF BUSINESS, 

AND MY HEART HAS GONE ON A VACATION 

TO COMMA LAND..

NUMB."


(INCRDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden