in this garage of grunge and scattered instruments
i stare into your closed blinds
i hope you don't mind.

"the difference is time"

when i hope to rhyme and make since of my life
i know it will be alright
just a hot knife

cutting butter like wax

just another man i caught and shred
i bet we can be friends,
the past is in the sands.

Your eyes are so precise and accurate
The lens of your gaze
Deep thought

Smiles.

Each moment in time ;)
Full of life
The canvas is empty
/amber heart pouring out
I am yours.

little dragon you are pure
cursed in sight and gift
tossed in the September moon.

Words come undone by a silent muse.

among the ashes, as you rise you savage, just on a harmonica's twang.
tell what you saw in the future
what Ga you saw in the eyes,
just to show
what you really keep.
Lusting heart, loving part,
come away with me.

paying the street with coins, money man.
broken dollar bills will not due.
the Whole is needed the half won't pass,
this ride is always for free.

don't burn a hole in your smile,
with nicotine in your lips.

eat up you'll need the strength,
we dance tomorrow.

It is. Obsession
With destruction
It is. Denial
Of the truth
It is. Death
Chasing after you.

Be it. Unfaithful
The promise made
Be it. Hatred
Of who you are

It is not. The end
You are not dead
It is not. Worthy
To make amends

The coin. Rattling
Inside your head
The coin. Fiend
And deceitful friend

Will not stop.
Using you
Will not stop.
Fooling you
Will not stop.
Abusing you

Until your dead

And I love you
We love you
God loves you

So forget the numb
Feel the world
And it's misery
Feel the life
And all it's blessings.

Because I've made
the same mistakes
And now I'm so
Much more

Because of the choices I've made
And let me tell you coin is not the way.

State of nothing, into my breast
basic reality is not here.

I am intrinsiclantly pure,
a diamond from the core.

There is no mirror,
we are the void, nothingness
is the fundamental blankness.

It is a dream.

Empty space which contains the Universe.

photogenic smiles and true to the few
we take the flashing light and run with it.
pinned up in time and backed up hard drives
remember us when were gone.

repressed and tied too this one life
always reaching for visibility
to give a life worth feeling
in a single frame.

what every second means to the hand
holding moments temporal.
hold, laugh, smile.

camera cued and magic fuse
superstitious  and wild,
hung with glowing eyes.

exposition of my position
connecting epic art of
scifi legend extraordinare
frank franzetta.

from my back to distant Barsoom
A princess of Mars is my captive muse
to a story of a pale blue dot.

where an archer's bow points
her lady-ship has no censorship
unbiased in crowded eyes.

blinking aeons of information
torching elemental tables
undisguised for public record.  

unforgettable this ticking thought of self
Converging lines and tectonic season
Moving over earth with pilgrim miles.

And this flood, this flood is slowly rising up, swallowing the ground Beneath, my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition! So I'll swim, I'll swim as the water rises up, sun is sinking down and now. All I can see are the planets in a row suggesting it's best that I slow down this nights a perfect shade of

Dark blue, dark blue
                 Have you ever been alone
                                              in a crowded room
when I'm here with you
                 I said the world could be
                                        burning and burning
                                                        down


'Cause I found some kind of fairy....tale
reason and rhyme forgotten
I am the Writer;

I am so.gritty.now. goodbye this fear of the world,
Gravity hurts in a whispered word.
Take back choice and laugh on through.
Art darts and target hearts
Can sing the blues,
But not like
The gift
Now
Tuned.


Taking lessons in the outer rim
Grounded to the earth
And then,
With a flip I change the pen,
To stir the thought that
Dwell within.

With form drawn to
Bend and twist,
As the fire
A poet's sin.

Dying with random misfortune.
And missery.
Charmed the last time.

I can feel you rotting inside my teeth
Breaking my bite and clenched smile
You’ve stayed too long inside
A clean mouth

Spitting you out
Washing it in

My pockets are lined with paper
My finger holds the stone
That knows me better than
Better than my
Silver bone

Teddy bear, close too my flat chest
no hope of a pulse left.
Love tears and sighs....
Without purpose or reason
just a changing season
my breath is life.
Innocence leaves me
while knowledge lures
a curious cat.
There's static in the Attic,
loop in my head
traveler from afar.

It's the growing pains of Life,
and I'm stretch too thin.

you know its spring when,
a chalky finger points the way
on the face of broken pavement too,
a tulip gardens bed and,
a splash of color grows.

where a dragon sleeps just above,
a staircase of magic
and breaths.

while April airs the winter out,
a cacoon clear and empty.

all windows open wide
the sky looks down below,
gravity pulls a smile as
I whisper, "beautiful."

I wear expired butterfly wings
so beautiful and creature
to life.

I read on dragon breath
and dragon teeth.
in my delight.

There is a fire
my belly is full of it.

I'm soaking a stone to
reveal the inner things.

Mineral, deposit, protection, gift, greed, heart, soul, earth. love.

Beginning to feel under a spell

The creature awakens
bird speaks to bird.

stranger still is this life
vivid,
breathing,
will.

disaster is so close yet so far away,
believe in the chose to obey (or not)
       because you are valuable.
YOU are beautiful and make life worth living.

and I know this is no delusion of thought or old age.
today is held in a blue crystal hand,
of time and astronomical measurements.

as a storm guides the soul in a human form
across the earth's face, I am secure in the magic.

Together--
We will see another day.

my lips fill with ash and dead sins of popular voice.
sunk forward by shredded noise and spin
further into a stale wine.

caught tongue in cheek and words to speak
a cup of your liking.
was it a just a minor sapling to ignore?

oh ghostly tidings,
i found the lark falling into blackness.
mirrored sightings of maddening spores,
the fall full of darling ******.

inviting and pleading a forward sound of feeling
that no longer could ignore.

the chance of silence to be explored.

Was it the race to be my own entity that launched the first probe?
Curious and wandering what happens to the soul,
Where magic meets reality and the engineer of all things,
Resting at the birth of childhoods end.

With a spaceship ride to heavenly tides towards the event horizon
Born in the skin an astronaut spins deeper into the night,
To find what was and what is and will everything be alright?

Just to sink further in the hope to send
A message to the father.
There's no place like home and in the unknown
Can feel like a memory shattered,
It's a galaxy made of dead star things that build a life of matter.

You seem a bit sad but mostly mad
, So I know it was always so.
Though I should say the disease is strong
And attracts the sickest to your soul.

But you like the weak minded girl.

I think it in the heart That you keep a shard

Just to hurt and bleed

So you can pretend to Breath...

But what is life without a heartbeat?
What is health when You are diseased?

Perhaps you don't care and maybe you did But no longer believe, A word I have to say.

Try living a different way...

I found a letter from someone I knew
Long ago the ocean blue
Not the baitman. You know
The captain of the show.

And he said it like this
Twas a mermaids wish.

"It's the end like a forgot song."

And I sat and I prayed
That God would come save
The lost and downtrodden soul.

That mailbox would take me to my grave.
Please taxi take me away.

feeling can sometimes be too much, tickling your brain with thought.
It taps taps my fingertips black and blue.
thank you, for
Bringing me into the magic
of living through the portal of a story,
of sweet ***** smoke,
of hollow veins,
of dark things.

The places inbetween the space
of life and love and God,
I know it too.

i choked in the night as the darkness tide
washes over me
a shadow grown cold without the sun to fade
a drop of liquid onyx.

in this dream within a dream
i woke to black and white

the part of me that makes me free
slipped away into the dust

my thoughts are half empty
searching
for your light
my heart is not beating
hurting
when your gone.

I am empty
I am empty
I am thirsty

for your love.

birthday *** comes once a year,
both are feet mismatched and
the embrace fits well--
With ankled earrings.

winter has froze us in.

The grocery crammed survivors
Of comfort --as if it were Black Friday.
Honey ham, French bread, shredded cheese.
Another white out-- a piece of cake.

By the time we climb out of bed
It will be spring, and there's nothing to eat.

it's simple, i cheated myself to absolute affection. To the direction of love and being the object of the lesson hurts the mutual party, he said, "i must think about things," and even then i was loosing to my silence with distaste, with shame. Shame the subject of friction rubbed me raw. Made a new fool out of an experience player; who built a house of cards. as if emptying every pore of sweating anticipation, i was ****** dry. lips crushed and chest burned up in a momentary lie. "you are faithful. You are loving, caring, and honest." But i wasn't. How could something so simple be a gamble worth loosing, worth choosing to beat happiness upon? Wrong, misguided, forlorn, and frightened of being alone, the man was making his reasoning. you are a liar, a cheat, and a thief. my heart was yours and here you have given it back to me? what pride what shade that corrupt the sunny day I adored you...wasn't i more to you than a stupid act of satisfaction? so i disperse in temporary madness to think about the sadness growing and folding the lines i tried to speak. with the words i could not reach for an analogy. And yet i am forthcoming. and still i don't know the warnings of a heartless bride.

chainsaws **** zombies
on my movie screen
like a nightly terror
can't help but scream.

find the crawler by the doorstep
watch the creeper look your way
strike an arrow in a socket
bleed and make your lover lay.

In a thought in a cloud
in a word with no sound

fight the distance in between
seas of memories lost in dreams.

Do not disturb a father's promise
to a man
three times the size,
of age as tradition requires.

Do not be stunned at a ******'s gold
who seeks
his child ******,
or even a mother's approving eye
to bloodied sheets her shamed pride.

Family honor-must-be- fulfilled.

Yet what duty of cowards can protect a young life?
who shall
spoil the
untouched,
and
naive mind.

And what radical deviant cries that her vows were lies,
a sanctioned marriage under desquise.

To delude the chance of hope--
Najood Ali
made her plea before a
court
of empathy.

"Divorce my torment and misery,
I am not made for property."

Do not force--righteous anger,
                        As a stone disturbs the water.
And so radical is she, that inspired a community,
                      Love is not a dollar.

Deprive one of her scholar
          in place of
                   pre-mature mother,
                          makes not the smiling bride.

And why shall daughters
                 sacrifice
the chance to grow with
                       laughter?
Tis is the world,
                        a male-order.

And so the Islam burns her flesh
                                                           ­  to purify
                           the abused mess
Take away all her
                            unrest,
This flaw a
                                                    human disaster.

walking out in the after glow
thrown about in the drunk beyond,
looking for my wandering dog
laid out upon the ground.

battle scars black and blue
scratched up knees -all for you,
that fence post did me in.

shrouded in a dark disguise
my eyes did lie,
and down my pride goes.

please come home soon.

Did I mention how much I love you?
When you saved me from my daemons in a winter cold,
When the gods denied me redemption and hope...
Not just another glove to fit upon the hand
With complexity of a lie yet sure to shine
Before it all.

As a diamond in the ruff
A precious
Rain cloud for the dried up cracks
In dessert heat.
The sky always staring down at me.
Another shadow to the day sleeps...

Do I know the time of fate?
Can I foresee the future's song,
On a fiddlers thumb.
.
Let's hope not

One does not always require tusks
and wild skins,
to mask a unique character of fantastic minds.

Nor not even african pride or
Indian smiles to dance beneath
the shadows of night sky.

The realm of spirits transforms
and defines
and so we become the role.

This identity a masquerade forgets
the solid wall.

Transported to enlightenment
never cheap a pennies take,
the veil a pale distinct
divide of hellish pits and
man divine.

And life in equal opportunity
netted and painted black,
charcoal molds and molasses holds--
as water cleans the eyes.

So jester's trick the reality switch
and illusion an eerie play,
Sweet aromic sage
burns and balances
the human cage.

yeah baby you know it's the same old thing
when i'm so far and your stuck in the same swing
off-things,

yeah you wish i could hold your hand
or light you up when the dark closes in,
cuz i know you feel half empty.

when i'm killing zombies in a video game haze
and drinking beers with people all the same,

but i know how to have a good time.
just like i know you know how to rhyme...
yeah sure you do.

but not like the ring around the moon and the frost gathers like a dew
on the tip of my tongue.

but I admit you know how to make time.
I admit that your only mine.

you speak to me about flaming lips
on fire in my regret.
you say wish you could be here
there's one seat left,
i grow older still
alone.

just a gold grenade passing through the hands
of famous names,
and airport emergencies,
and world war II tom foolery.

when a friend exchanges hate for love,
life makes since.

Your face shades a thought so welcome
In social networking sheets
That cross an elephant's mind.

Your smile stitched by genes
I ripped with my own teeth
The genuine stretching girth
Is all but ours.

We inhabit different worlds
Folding a path of certain progress,
A line to maturity.

What was it grandmother use to say
In her class and old ways
That we hold in every sentence
We speak in every thought.

How odd the dynasty fades
And family remains.
Words are my art.

do street art with FIRE, and wasteland, zombies. and surfers  and lightning. clouds rain! unicorn

today my hair started to curl in that sinister style,
i thought it was the heavy clouds of rain,
that broke the straight line.
but,
they hissed inside my ears. that I could make
stone breath fresh air.
liar, liar.

my sinful desires undo me, once again.

thanks again for feeding a child grown
with your acid samples
and gold-flakes.

good-to-know there's time after all
in the day.

and good-for-you to spare a pocket watch
captain of *****,
hands nearly clasping-
thin air.

Yes, haven't we met before?
was it forgotten at your door
a promise turned ****.

Oh by the way do you remember my face
in a black velvet glass
doubtful.

my scares are tender
by your
vicious tongue.

don't call me anymore.

Poems are a changing thing and are at worst a dragon.
Come to consume thoughts and drag words like virgins to the stake.
             when I was a witchy thing, black wings spread over in grief.
              I began to breath fire from depths of pain that no longer
              We're hidden- safe.
What a beast! Her eyes hot and tongue sharp and beauty unfolding
With each rip from a torn soul, oh! And to me, the greater the passion
The more a story is told.
              So it seems dark embers stir this creatures heat,
               While thundering for meaning as
               Joy to love, like a monster my dragon was only
               Trained to eat.
Molting form a maidens horror purity was up to fight,
Against the memories and faded- incomplete prose
That only taunted the will to abide.
               Writing only when voice can not answer
                and my heart offends- the more it bends
                To serve the dragon's fire.

You kindle the skin and start to rot
Inside your desperate fumes.
You cut a path onto the wrist to
bleed out the noose.
It doesn't mend a broken frame
Like the artists hand.
Never making work the love
That heals the hurt within.
Indeed, release from apathy
Comes sweet the morning dew.
But the pain it brings torrents
A rain that drowns the heart of you.

how it has snowed on all the grey of my season's shade of mixed feelings of color,
as i age i see the page as my portal to reason
and clarity.

like a star ship in orbit nothing makes me fall,
dancing light in the night sky.

tear drop in a black eye.

what happens in that transmitted brain wave, like a zombie on the rage.

I crawl up from this cage of confusion. I am mistaken.

A dragon warrior with a smile.

I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.
Smoking an ******* note,
Slips between your moan.

Watching the night take another one.

Ashing a toxic sigh, yet the morning smiles.
And I keep ignoring sleep,
Who catches my darlings dreams.

Till I take another drag
Till I close the door
And take a ride on a cosmic lore.

Believe me, its peaceful under the moonlight.