#grime
can’t move mountains
but i can climb
it seemed so intimidating
far outpacing skills of mine
but i decided and when i decide
i do not let obstacles prophecize
spiritually aligned, i breathe in life
i love the wash of sunlight
cleanse me of my grime
turn me into the type
type of person that i like
the wind moulds me
the water breaks my bones
the cold freezes me
the summer blooms my soul
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:51 AM UTC
A door swung open in the dark,
creaking slow without a hand.
Inside, the rooms were full of dust
and footsteps not my own.
I tried to leave, but night grew roots
and wrapped them tight around my feet.
I live here now amidst the grime,
decaying into dirt.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
soggy sidewalk cigs
clogging the cracks of cement
lungs of littered stone
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
I am sitting next to Captain
another man is sitting in a shadowy corner.
He has a gray beard that reaches down to his man ****
He eyes me, takes a mental picture, and proceeds to smile his way through his conversation on how blessed we all are that a mother is here.
Who the **** is this guy?
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
It’s a cut of prime rib,
that I slice to your size specifications,
served with a heaping side of horseradish.
I hate this ******* clip on bow tie they make us wear.
La Cave. Underground niche joint,
where all the cocktail waitresses and servers wear
******* clip on bow ties.
We specialize in meats and baked potatoes with endless amounts of butter, sour cream and ******* chives.
And don’t worry honey, I’ll be sure to bring you a whole plate full of baked potato sides.
Quantity is very important in La Cave.
The quantity of your tip depends upon it darling.
Sultry, red misted desperate dwelling of men
who dampen even the highest of spirits.
Where is my pronged fork for this huge slab of insultingly low grade prime rib?
It comes with all the sides you could ever want.
No questions asked.
And that **** little honey of a gal, that waitress right over there will cut you off a slab as thick and as cheap as you want it.
Happy Hour can **** it.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
You already know I could twist your mind like sprite did with a lemon and lime
And all it would take is the right line and the wickedest rhyme to pull you from the time you thought you were doing just fine
But nope, now you're lost in a reality as dark as mine, no shine, just grime
A slime you can't rinse off, you'll wince as you feel it intertwine and become part of your spine
An evil design, your whole being now redefined
By then it's to late to hit stop and you can't rewind, the seeds already been planted down deep inside
Any bit of good has died, drowned out by a vicious, unnatural high tide
That there, that's the evil carnival ride
I've spied on those deepest fears that you've tried to hide
Oh how you've tried and tried to hide proof of their existence but you've lied
And you can't do that to me I'm afraid, no reason thought that you should be afraid
However, I already know that you are, I've followed the trail that you've laid
Small fears leading to large fears, some riddled with the tears you've made
The years that have strayed, the thoughts that stayed, leaving you to feel betrayed and to your dismay, here I am holdin' 'em in your face, like a winning *****
Ooooh how fear can cut deeper then the sharpest blade and aid in the all out raid
A massacre masquerade brought by a frayed being formally thought to be slayed
No blockade can keep me out when I've already seen inside, peeked through the blinds
I've seen the outlines, seen what you keep in the deepest confines, in the darkest corners it hides
A little whisper here, a short memory there is all it takes, so quickly it reminds
And draws clear lines in the sand, come to the dark side and find that it's nice over here, you may even enjoy the ride
But it looks like your little ***** have shriveled up and dried like cow hide
Left with only a plan that life denied...and your pride
But that will only provide a cockeyed stride derived from never seeing an upside
So learn to say **** it and avoid that toxified landslide
Stand here alongside me and get your mind clarified
Create your own chaos, inject a little genocide
Post up curbside or on a hillside to watch the world burn
I know you've yearned for this your whole life, well now, it's your turn
Your life has been a pattern so let's break the mold and never return
Let me be your lantern to guide you away from the molten hot iron
Don't concern yourself with this trend, a path that's so modern
Society needs the savage people to return, don't be so fuckin' stubborn
Let's relearn these trates and earn your spot in history before you reach the urn
Just a little shift in alliance, embrace defiance and use it as guidance
You've taken the licks now break the silence, it's your turn for violence
What do you mean it doesn't make sense? Don't show your ignorance
Frozen in a defeated stance shooting me a confused, wide eyed glance
**** yo, now's your chance to stand in the inzone doing your own victory dance
Stumbling upon me this very moment I can gerentee wasn't by chance
No coincidence, something this life altering isn't happenstance
I'm here to shake you out of your trance and show you a new entrance
Here, I'll even hold the door open, all you have to do is walk through and advance
Come oooon, you want it back, I can see it, cut the act, I don't believe it
Grow a sack, you're gonna need it, but since you lack you won't achieve it
Look, I can't force you to do **** that I'll admit
But only a nit wit would look at what I've laid out and not grab hold of it
Just try it out a bit and if you don't feel it we can turn it back lickidy-split
I'm gonna be honest, I can promise that until you try it I'm not fittin' to quit
People that know me woud say that I'm a stubborn ****
But I don't walk through.
I ignore the swift, slick little voice. It's not new.
There has been a few times I did, one or two....
Right, one or two dozen maybe and if I only knew.
If I only knew in the long run what those decisions would do...
I guess I would have nothing to write, nothing to say to you
©2018
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Court of owls
New ink, new shoes
Clocks on, I'm about to run it
Fast as my pain's Timeframe, bout to gun it
I hope you feel something better my man,
***I'm feeling something
I'm feeling something better than planned***
Tuck in the winter, dam i fall into action
springing past Morty and summer
While I'm watching TV slumber
shaking off chains of reactions
is it a new start
call it innov8ing
or maybe to our past
Definistrating
memories, atoms alternating
like the world sputters aspirating
Spit split straight portals compensating
I'm drunk on Dark matter ever oscillating
the wind turned to me
just so it could turn on me
Judgment for eternity
Experience is the same
it howled with certainty
MY Experience denied 3x
so now you hear me?
from this judgment
I'm always ripping free
I don't generate art
so you can whip at me
I might penetrate stars
The universe is an artist
so Why does it ****** us
Aint the universe ever even heard of us?
I'm the passenger and still woozy the sickness
feeling the pressure but I gotta be a witness
compassionate, no judgment
we all have our reasons
~Got a spot that I keep w33d in
Hidden with the green stem bleedin
we may have different heavens
but we come from the same soil
When others decide our emotions
Got so many reasons for defense,
reach out and tipped it for the deflect
emotions reflect the deficit of me breathe
I just shake my head
so heavy, I need rest
Court of owls
Port of vowels
I am Born of miles
So I adult when you consult the Occult
knowings the lotion but still decomposin
all this is music I just need to recompose it
Saved another life Now the reaper owes it
I think I've got amnesia,
Waking up to
Sir you had a seizure
Eyes always look like
Man...I wouldn't wanna be ya
Empathy
is another form of slavery we sign up for
We live and we learn
Boomerang on the mic
I go and return
But its not just about living well
its about knowing the root of life
its Taking the threads in your hands
to rack the rains and crack the chains
Caught in the dream, my ego forgets
Sleep is such a shy death
***Court of owls
Port of vowels
I am Born of miles
in the Korn of howls***
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:33 AM UTC
I believe I foretold it would be as thus:
Solar skylinẽ̶̱̫̽s̴͚͖͖̑̿̈́ ̴̨̊̆͘ͅ and s̴͚͖͖̑̿̈́hadow folk
Just enough control
to forgo the infinite scroll
Solar skylines and corner-f̶̟̾̒ở̴̰͉l̴̩̻̖̈́̇̏k̶̼̠̟͐̽̆
Inf̸̞̈́̀̆î̵̥͉͈̎͝n̵̲̜͋͋ite threads left in water soak
I /̸̧̨͑͝ Ain't no Slow’bro
That's just my flơ̶̡̞̦̗̇̇͑ẃ̷̧͉̠̰͛ bro...
It's the courage to carve r̴͝ͅe̶͖̅a̶̻̍l̷͕̀ity
Rather than be carved by it tho’ bro
BỎ̴̝B: "Alexander, what is time? "
He asked me slyly every time.
I spent a lifetime both dreading and looking forward to his question
.
.Every description failed pri̸͈͋me.
No absolute, just a c̶o̷n̵s̴t̴r̵u̶c̶t̴ ̶ ̶ ̸ ̴ ̸
We cli̸̹̜͋m̴̡͓̓b̵͈̈́ě̶̢̮͝d̸̼͙͗ in crime.
What is time, nothing without a life to live it.
What is time, sloughing about applied too timid
What is time? Food for Kã̶̤̾l̶̪̣̒i, blood-drenched goddess
Drinking wine tapped off the barrel of entropy
What is time? Pa̴͈̎r̵̢̹̂t̵̝͈̤͆̾icle configurations are a matter of choice, a voice to awareness, a song sung in rareness, a vibe of there-ness and where-ness, all of which unite the tribe like an Heiress.
Time is saying it b̸͙̪̱̃̃e̴͔͊gins, but also en̶̰̬̽ds
but is it a process or event?
What is time, another moment we call our own
'till the supreme eagle gapes its mouth and eats our ex̴̪̠̂̑͘p̸̟̎̚erience?
If we are tied up with time, then that's our time. But if we can separate what we are from the vine of our experience, can we stay conscious when it ends? ....can we...
Stay conscious...
can...
we...
What took you so long?
.̶̫͉̼͓͎̉̋̀̀̀͐̅̒̿̆́͗̈͑̂̌̎̈́̑̄̑͋̏̆̉͝͝ ̷̧̧̧̨͕̻̱̮̘̲̦͉̪̘̦̺͔̰̤̮̒̾͛́͂̀̔̀̑̌͌̏͌̈́̄̅̉͐̇̏̊͛̈͌͘͝͝ ̷̨̧̧̨̜̲̙̜͇͎͇̦̞̩̼̲̒̊͛͒̌̀̾͑̒͊̀̈́͜͝ ̷̡̢̩͍͔̠̭̭͎̗̐́̊̿ͅT̸͇͖͖͍̝͖͔̟̲̤̠̭͐͒̄̒̿͋̃̂͂̅̾͂̂͆̔̒̀͊͌̌͆͛̾̋͐̍͑̓̃̂͑̄̎͒͘͜͝i̷͎͂̽̀͗͋͑̈̄͂̈́̓͐͂̅͋̇̈́̍́̓͗͒͊̽̉́̉̃͂͘͠͝m̴̡̢̧̖͕̝̪̱͎̫̺͓͍͚̲̞̪̗̯͕͎̯̹̟̼̳͚̗̘̹͉̘͔͊̀̈̓e̷̡̛̜̗̞̣̳̙̪̣͌̒̇̇̐̈́͗̿͠.̶̫͉̼͓͎̉̋̀̀̀͐̅̒̿̆́͗̈͑̂̌̎̈́̑̄̑͋̏̆̉͝͝ ̵̡̹͎̟̗̺̦͓͍̓̈͊̔́̃̽̔͛̍̏̚͝ ̵̡̧̨̡̧̺͈̠̼̪̜̟̻͇̬̲͈͉̻͇͖̩͙̹̜̣̠̗̻͓͕̯̗̳̳̣̫̼̱͔̂̿͐̍̈́̾͌̃̊͛̉̄͑̎͑̈͂́͘͘̕͜͜͝ ̷̧̧̧̨͕̻̱̮̘̲̦͉̪̘̦̺͔̰̤̮̒̾͛́͂̀̔̀̑̌͌̏͌̈́̄̅̉͐̇̏̊͛̈͌͘͝͝ ̷̨̧̧̨̜̲̙̜͇͎͇̦̞̩̼̲̒̊͛͒̌̀̾͑̒͊̀̈́͜͝ ̷̡̢̩͍͔̠̭̭͎̗̐́̊̿ͅ
For me it was Time
that took so long
a lifetime
mining my mind.
At least it Took time
to not mind mine.
To bring up treasure that shines
like E̸̡͚̩̹̗̟̱͙̣̩̬͕̜̯͖̩̬̜̭̖͔̰̤͕͚̱͛̂̈̈́̓ȋ̸̡̨̙̹̟͊̐̄̉̊͛ͅn̴̰̹͕͔̪̹͈͌̆̾͗͌̀͌̊̂̂͒̽̇̅͋͛̌͂̈́͘͠͠͝stein’s Smile,
taking a sideline
with ̸̛͚̙͇͛̇͒̋͊̇̏́́͑ë̵͖̘͓͖͍́͂̅̓́̚͜͝ equals an mc with a divi̵̡̟̹̲͔͖̩̎̆̍ͅn̷̢̼̠̻̓̄͑̌̈̑͂̏̓͝e mind
drinking fine wine in the right mind smoking pine, pine
Got Stuck on the timeline
wondering if society Light shine
on the white line more than the black minds making dried vines
or if I'm too privileged; Bl̸̡̾̾̑̾indsided by the limelight .
I know I am here to hold a mirror
2reflect a rainbow so vibrant
even blind mice gonna feel this ~Allied line~
This clock of mine, each thought tick tocked along.
No puppy mind, no funny kind,
just me reminding with weary mind,
that together in this moment
we just made a song while Stuck in Divine Grime,
Scared Oc̷̫͉̔t̴̶̸̷̷̷̶̶̶̴̵̷̵̶̶̷̴̸͚̱̝̠̾̀̋̎̾͑̈̇̆͐͘͘ơ̶͉͎͔̮̻̳̻̤͓̥̥̈̀̓̃͆́͆gon the Study Guide.
It's the courage to carve reality
Rather than being carved by it
Solar skylines and corner-folk
Infinite threads left in the w̴̺̘̗̜̪̣͎͚͉̺̰̹͊̌̑̋͆͂̈ͅā̴̛̩̳̩̝̞̳͋̒͒̌͆̇̅̀̈̔̈̂̓͘̕͝͝͠t̶̡̨̛̹̳͇̗̦̣͍̅̏͗͑͛̍̋̃͒̃͐̑̾̋̎̄̀́̕͝e̴̡̧̱̻̫̰̮̘̼̼̖̱͚͇̋͆̈́̂̋̏́͐̀͊͂͒̕ͅȓ̷̡̢̲͈̺̫̗͓̈́͛͊͑ ̵̼̻̘̹̞̫̠̬̤̬̜̲̰͇̊̈́̒͝ͅs̷͍̙͉̟̦̯̹̯̘͑͒̑̌̎̓̍̆̅̾o̷̡̦̱̖͉̹͕̭̓̎̑́̓̈́̾̚̕͝͝à̴̡̧̛̞͖̙͚̦̩͎̙̬̣̻̼͔͖̙̹̖͜ͅǩ̸̡̢̡̨̻͇̫͍̜̤̯͇͓͓̗̻͖̭̤̪͋̐͝͠ ̶͖̃͝ ̷̢̢̧̡̛̲̥̦͍̼͎̲͈͙̞͋́͂̅̎̀̀̐̾̒͒͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨͇͇̞̮͑ͅ ̵͕̰̩̲̗̄͒̌̑̈́̔͌̋̅͒̅̃͐́̈́̉̌̅͘͜͠
and I still don't have the answer
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 10:29 PM UTC
Fall into the melody...
Fall away from the felony...
M̵̧̞̦̪̦͈̖̭̣̃̋͗̈̓́͆̓̈́͌̃̈́ͅḿ̵̢͖̟̩̱̯̦̮̜̘̮̰͎͈̠͊̿̒̔͐͛̔́̊͋͜ͅh̵̛͚̦̙̻̙͕̲͈̻̹̃̑͌̊͂͊̇̎̂̐͗̔̕̕̕͠h̵̡̳̹̼̯̙͔̞̯͕̽͑̈́͐͗̈́̀͗̀͒͐̓̚͘̕ͅm̶̟͚͎̲͎̳̳̰̳̤̮͗̀͐͝ͅͅh̷̨͉̙͚̱͖͔͈͖̼̠̮̟͆̂͗͛͐̽̓̿͊̊̚̚͠͝ę̸̨̛̘̮̘͔̳̰̟͎̯͎̭͎̝̐͊̑̌̀̓̌̓̽̎̒͘̚h̷̨̪̖͍͚̩̣̼͍̲̲̜̻͒͛̈͐ ̸̨̨̛͙͈̝̦͙̺̪̹̘̫͇͕̩̫͋̐̋̚͠m̵̨̛͔̰̹̬̯̦̥͇̰̺̖͔͆͛̐̆̋̈́͒̈̍̎͗͜h̸̡͇͍̫͈̔͆͗̇͛͜͝h̵̢̥͇̼̟͙̗̪̺̹̖̞̾͑̈͑̓̍͛̂̍̋̌̚͜h̴̛͖͎̦̳̪͔̮͍̫̯̯̜̱̹̐͑̄̃̉̽̂͒̏͗͝ḩ̷̲̭͈̜̮͖͜͜͝ͅh̷̭̥̜̜̙́́̈͛̎̏̃͘͠ȕ̴̙̰͔̞̄ú̴̡̹̮̦̠̐̈́͆͂̀͌̚͜ͅŭ̴͓͙̗̝͔̍̑̿̀̽̇̊͑̅͘͘̚͝͠ͅͅͅu̵̖̰̱̗̬̳͊̇̈́̀̂̿̃͒͛͐̇͐̓͠h̶̡̛̜͉͉̥̻͈͓̱͉̣̀̿̀̊̇̐̈̀̽̈́͗̕̚:̴̢̛͇̤͕̎̇̂̎́͆̐͐́̅͒͠
Following fine lines
But still, find myself
Lost in the trees
Following these
Rivers of difference
Babbel between
Deliberate peaks
Slivered and scattered ships
Littered literates spread
through splattered ṣ̵͗t̴̩͛r̷̲̓ị̵̋p̶͔̑ṡ̶͈
Saying goes:
Man Move Mountains
Man move ounces
(Tilled forests raise foundries)
Alex Taught to push :
Immortal as Icarus
Legend so rigorous
Now we all Sisyphus, ****
(̴͖͝Ď̵̫è̴͉a̵̝͑d̵̝̄ ̶͙͗n̵̞͋ẹ̴̌v̶̡͋ę̵̈́r̸̩̀ ̵̗͝d̸̮͝e̷̳͂a̷̙͊d̶̰̉ ̵̢͝ț̵̿h̶̹̑ê̴̥ ̷̨̿l̷̲̍e̵̘̓g̸͉͑e̴͚̊n̵̜̕ḏ̸͌ ̸͖̿å̶̞c̷̬͐c̷̹̈́o̵̹͐ú̵̩n̶͇͠ṭ̴͋ ̶̹̇f̵̫͋o̴̙͛r̴̮̾ ̴̲͠t̵̫̊h̸͓̾i̷͓͒ś̸͙ ̶̛̣)̶̛̯
Still find people weird...
Times where clowns
Seem see-through.
Where seams of seas
and deeds for these
Grow Seeds from Scenes
My Gurus breathe through.
Winds sweep up
as the Moment pounces
Bullet quick
through Money pouches
Still indigo here too remind that :
We
Is stronger than I
****
is stronger than high
When hearts are aligned
Lead song from the mind
Never seem to last forever
Got em all waiting for a blast of clever
Listen close :
Hard to dine and dash in error
Oh god of media ×
just trying to cash in terror
Oh god please raise me up ×
The stairs from Saint to Sinner...
Or was it Sinner to Saint?
Call it trial and error ×
With Mystical p̴̩̀a̶̺̓ḯ̴̦n̸͚͒t̸̪͝
Expert alchemical bearer
I'll be the standard I bear up
Of owning all my moments
This sin that I tear up
Putting my palms feet,
(My hands, words, my deeds)
Towards all souls atoning
Raising grace like the moments laced
God on my tongue, Just
Keeping pace with the aftertaste
I'm a blinded Ace with a savage case
So the doc says hydrate
till the drips replaced
Better stay braced
cause we laying waste ( **** )
Spiky v̵̥̆ḭ̸͆r̵̰̂u̵̙͋š̸̟ covid space (fuuuuck)
Now:
I may pace in place considering vagrant states
Dey don raised a case to obliterate mental waste
But we ****** up with them Crowley ways to play
Blood, ****** Mag̵͈̕ḯ̸͓k̵̳͠, *** for days
Corrupted plays....
So far from grace
Figured Paradise Lost
So we prayed through sprays
Blinded by Lazer Raves
While (we) Distract for daze
When The chemical stays
But I called myself a hero,
A chemical Brave...
More like brazen youth
Surrendered
my mind eye and tooth
Question, am I denying truth?
Jesus was I denying you?
Why it takes the loss of a youth
And you saving him for me buy in to ...
The weight of a soul, that's the buy-in foo.
So we:
Mostly Replaced grass with gratitude
Replaced *** with attitude
Replaced mind with knowing you
Looking outside for help
ain't betraying true
We can't know it all
that's just the lay man's
t̸̢̗̞̣̟͕̣̹̭̟̻̬̒̍̒̐͐͛̆̈́̎̅̔̾r̵̺̯̞̩͕̳̘̗̗̗̝͖̯̝̾̒̀͒͆͗͘u̵̢̢͔͖͔͍̤͂̈́̽̐͗̎͐́̉̑̓́̕t̷̨̛͇̻̙̻̖͔͕̪͍̣̟̜̰̙̉̉̏͗̎̊̀̒͆̊́͋h̷̛̗̙̟̟̠̫̳̦̽̈̀̃̊͋͌͆̀̚͝.̶͍͕̩̘͎͑
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
Her tongue was slick with grime as she lied
to the doe eyed boy who held her gaze.
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 11:44 PM UTC
cast out, thrown down
fields of the spirit razed
foundations of the soul crushed
the blackened void beckons
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
face-down at the altar
blood drips from the hilt of my sword
choices were made
deeds that cannot be undone
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
burning the gastric tubes
filth and grime and doom
treading through waste and plague
eating my mind away
into the grave I'm tossed
born to die and rot
reborn in countless ways
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
I'll swerve in to the path of your lane,
your words are never enough
to make me hit the hard shoulder.
I'll 911 your **** into the submission,
you'll never swerve by..
I'll make you,
barrel roll in to the suburbs
and
you watch....
With a pipe
and smoke, submit to my rule.
You'll never drive your words like my rules,
Irregular rhyme,
that the wheel will lose its traction...
and you'll lose,
the tread of the road..
Only the tarmac holds the tread of decent,
wording that doesn't slip...
You cant hold any traction on the words that
drive faster than anything you try...
to grip beyond the first red light.
I'm green but I run faster then anything
that you have in park..
you'll try to rev, but you stall before
I've even passed you on a repeat...
repeat
repeating
the same round,
That you were playing when I
started this course,
but you haven't even started.
Just park up,
you haven't got the petrol to race my words.
your engines already stalled...
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
I'm ***** once again.
Grime that was once scrubbed away
has crawled back onto my skin
and made itself at home.
As if it never left.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Avoiding the eyes, the arms and legs
the charity seller eagerly awaiting
I look about but all I see is a sea of bodies
polluting the streets, the skies, their minds
move on
making noise, make less noise
fill the silence
take a breath of air, all the way down
take a pause
there's time
no need to rush around
pounding the chewing gum streets
The grime of life is on your skin now
embedded in the layers of filth
the coffee stains and late night bars
the early starts and frown lines of life
are on your face now
that's life now
make change and waves in the noise that was your life
where silence pounds the chewing gum streets of your mind.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
I got braces when I was 16
that year I never kissed anyone
but I made boys steal things from pricy bookstores
I measure time by my teeth
every year they get more crooked
the older I get they seem to shift back to old territory
old habits
old
now even smoking cigarettes feels boring
when I walk into bookstores
I leave sticky notes with advice I wish someone would have told me then
they did
but maybe if I had found it somewhere I was looking
I might have paid more attention
my retainer sits in a shelf collecting grime
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
reaching deep down in
grime between your nails, between your fingers
trying to reach all the way down but
your arm doesnt reach/ your arm doesnt reach/ your arm doesnt–
but you still reach
because there has to be something within your reach
instead, something reaches you
your arm is no longer there
a jagged toothed thing took it away
…
you reach in with your other arm
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
Innocence
becomes
passe
Sin again
within
favor
Gestures of genuine penance,
all shall be refused
Jaded to the long term touch
I shall now renew
Sin
Again
Within
Favor
Sin
Again
to
Favor
Balcony beckons escape to only fetishists' invites
God would not rain *** and skin in test
So
Remain
Godless
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
Your hands are probably cold
Holding that "Anything Helps" sign
At least I hope it's the chill shaking them
Sitting at this glaring red light watching you;
Waiting while this red light is judging me,
Condemning me as I squander time
Sizing up the hunch of your posture
And the vacancy of your expression
Thank god you didn't look at me
I couldn't have taken it
And as the light turned green, I realized
That the shower waiting for me at home
Couldn't possibly clean the grime I accumulated
Just by driving away.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Cold grey exterior,
Weeping acid rain,
Condensated glass,
Rotten window frame,
Drum and bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Tired mother screaming,
Kicking at their door,
Abuse laden vocals,
A wolf pack circle round,
Commotion on the stairwell,
Falling to the ground,
Blood soaked footsteps,
Muffled voices flee,
Sirens in the distance,
Mother cries for me.
Drum and Bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Orphaned son is weeping,
Mother screams no more.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
A raga of another time, from another day,
plays in the head:
grime of the day, stuck on my hands.
You shot an arrow across the eastern skies.
Senora, a hundred cries you carry
in your womb, yet I never
found you in the peasant woman
in whose arms I fell asleep, when
at noon you disappear at the horizon.
Maiden of the moons, at dusk I lost you
to the trail of lotuses blooming westward.
It is raining in gusts but this storm
cannot wash it away:
Guilt, like turmeric, stains the soul.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC