#jcsaves
The sun bled infection
Mother Nature wept at all this mess.
they was all runts made of litter
& was done away with each other
before they seent they was
one with each other &
it bothered Father Time so
he shot Big Brother &
Little Sister down with his nine
& god daughter blind saw
the whole slaughter but
thought the whole thing was
pretty much black and white.
Do away with em all, Charlotte.
doused in scarlet charlatan-
lifted inhibition
her golden hearted
harlot trickery
speaks of defeat in victories;
he lived in his liquor
to prevent from feelin
too sick with himself
same reason
he sticks himself with needles
treating diseases
no one but them can see &
feeding to the need of the queen
to keep the screams quiet for the night
& keep the hive alive alright
& thriving vibrant
lest the fiends get violent
& riot inside their minds.
then there's a problem.
but problems is made for solvin.
zoom out, island of lost babies
where they got Wilbur's head on a stake
speaking zen
the monster live within &
we're just seeing in others
a reflection of ourselves.
breathe in, buddha.
burn slow.
move steady or
lose your head.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
***** girl. god beast.
I think
Life's amazing &
I hate everything
at the same time.
I live in a state of mind.
this is
pure ******
self loathing.
cloven toed beast thing
clothed in the evening
jovially feasting
on the seedling souls &
the gold seeping thru
holes in the ceiling
cold concrete beings
with a billion eyes
that could **** em all
with the things they seen.
I can't 'just believe.'
There's way too much
wrong with me.
Just how I like it.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
Atlas shrugged &
shook the brains
outta Tuesday's baby
about noon
on a Kathmandu doomsday.
the Berkley Tribe,
all the like & kindly rivals
was all in an uprising
over the missing peace
& meanwhile
The Big Evil cavorted on
in the east
of everywhere.
and the They was distorting real reality
to tickle their own fancy
& pawn overpriced romance
novels off on the populace.
nevermind the **** ***
boiling over on the stove top.
foiled again in clover feilds
& the poison only yields
it never stops completely
**** for pysche
forcefield shield
of freedumb fighter
white knight
izard-fucking
grand wizards
winner gets the glittery
7 minutes in heaven
with the blister queen
licking scissors
shiva shiver
ego wither &
sizzle in a cigarette flicker
**** a filter
my lungs aren't black enough
& this isn't the end
filthy tongued
french kiss misery.
he's that crass.
& he wants to be a ******* so
Charlie did himself in the chapel&
got laughs when the rats
came to have at the maggots
in his skin
he called em both his children
& loved em unconditionally.
Only figured
he address the issue
by ******** bout
the situation that faced
him & all of us
instead of
setting things in they place.
*have grace
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC