DO YOU WANT THIS
THE INN AND OUT DRIVE THROUGH
PLUNGE INTO STARS –MY STARS
ME- DIPPING UPON YOUR NORTH POLE
TO EXCITE AN EXIT OF YOUR MILKY WAY
I’M YOUR VENUS
YOU ARE MARZ HITTEN ME LIKE -SHOOTING STARS
SEND THESE CLOUDS BELOW A HIGH 9
MAKE THE SUN STAY QUIET
……..
SHHHHHH
SHE IS SLEEPING
LEAVING THE FIRE BURNING IN HER SLEEP
AS WE WARM UP TO ANOTHER LEVEL OF OUR –STAR CLUSTER
AND WE ARE GALAXIES SCREAMING
TO A UNIVERSAL SOUL INSERTION
STRAIGHT INTO MY GALACTIC STARS
YOU –MARZ
THE KING OF ALL PLANETS –REVOLVING –CRASH
INTO HEAVENLY LOVE
WE CAN MAKE ANGULAR MOMENTUM
AS MANY AS YOU LIKE
YOUR HEAVAN IS COSMIC RAYS UPON MY SMILY SPACE
YOU ARE MY ABUNDANT HYDROGEN EMBRACING YOUR GIFTS
AND THE HEAVENS SMILE
CANDID BUT WILD
AND NOW-
THE SUN AWAKES
SHE AWAKES SWOONING TO OUR COMBUSTIONS
HER HEART RACES –WATCHING…..
SHHHH –BLUSH
AND WE'ER RUNNING WITH
SHOOTING STARS
SHOOTING UP STAR-WARS
SHOOTING INTO ME
SHOOTING UP UNIVERSAL -******.

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

watch you, whisper to you

i want to touch your body
every inch of your flesh should be categorized in to a file cabinet
to be ordered by sensation and  rhythm

a *****, sweaty affair of taking inventory of the defense of the other team
"what hurts them" "what helps them" "what makes them giggle" "what makes them moan"
i know what it takes to make them moan

its a war out here and every is invited,
to the war of the lost, stepped on, and rejected
against the rainbows, puppies, and ******

i want feel your sculpted dancing legs
i want to lick the death off her skin
carcass her imperfectly perfect body

******* the subject is a delicate process
first, the physical clothes,
then, the emotional barriers
finally, the mental incapability

at the end, you are presented with the most pure human form
a fully **** model of your great white buffalo.

for me....  it the one that got away, she sings in the shower

She is the messenger of God
and she is also the definition of sin.
She wears red underneath the black and her  lips are still warm with yesterday's prayers.
And while he was touching her skin and they were both close the light broke and from her lips the dirtiest little sentence came out in a white puff of pure ******;

                       "Oh God have mercy!"

Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough
Tho tramping neath a winters sky
Oer snow track paths and ryhmey stiles
The huswife sets her spining bye
And bids him welcome wi her smiles
Each house is swept the day before
And windows stuck wi evergreens
The snow is beesomd from the door
And comfort crowns the cottage scenes
Gilt holly wi its thorny ******
And yew and box wi berrys small
These deck the unusd candlesticks
And pictures hanging by the wall

Neighbours resume their anual cheer
Wishing wi smiles and spirits high
Clad christmass and a happy year
To every morning passer bye
Milk maids their christmass journeys go
Accompanyd wi favourd swain
And childern pace the crumping snow
To taste their grannys cake again

Hung wi the ivys veining bough
The ash trees round the cottage farm
Are often stript of branches now
The cotters christmass hearth to warm
He swings and twists his hazel band
And lops them off wi sharpend hook
And oft brings ivy in his hand
To decorate the chimney nook

Old winter whipes his ides bye
And warms his fingers till he smiles
Where cottage hearths are blazing high
And labour resteth from his toils
Wi merry mirth beguiling care
Old customs keeping wi the day
Friends meet their christmass cheer to share
And pass it in a harmless way

Old customs O I love the sound
However simple they may be
What ere wi time has sanction found
Is welcome and is dear to me
Pride grows above simplicity
And spurns it from her haughty mind
And soon the poets song will be
The only refuge they can find

The shepherd now no more afraid
Since custom doth the chance bestow
Starts up to kiss the giggling maid
Beneath the branch of mizzletoe
That neath each cottage beam is seen
Wi pearl-like-berrys shining gay
The shadow still of what hath been
Which fashion yearly fades away

And singers too a merry throng
At early morn wi simple skill
Yet imitate the angels song
And chant their christmass ditty still
And mid the storm that dies and swells
By fits-in humings softly steals
The music of the village bells
Ringing round their merry peals

And when its past a merry crew
Bedeckt in masks and ribbons gay
The ‘Morrice danse’ their sports renew
And act their winter evening play
The clown-turnd-kings for penny praise
Storm wi the actors strut and swell
And harlequin a laugh to raise
Wears his **** back and tinkling bell

And oft for pence and spicy ale
Wi winter nosgays pind before
The wassail singer tells her tale
And drawls her christmass carrols oer
The prentice boy wi ruddy face
And ryhme bepowderd dancing locks
From door to door wi happy pace
Runs round to claim his ‘christmass box’

The block behind the fire is put
To sanction customs old desires
And many a ******* bands are cut
For the old farmers christmass fires
Where loud tongd gladness joins the throng
And winter meets the warmth of may
Feeling by times the heat too strong
And rubs his shins and draws away

While snows the window panes bedim
The fire curls up a sunny charm
Where creaming oer the pitchers rim
The flowering ale is set to warm
Mirth full of joy as summer bees
Sits there its pleasures to impart
While childern tween their parents knees
Sing scraps of carrols oer by heart

And some to view the winter weathers
Climb up the window seat wi glee
Likening the snow to falling feathers
In fancys infant ******
Laughing wi superstitious love
Oer visions wild that youth supplyes
Of people pulling geese above
And keeping christmass in the skyes

As tho the homstead trees were drest
In lieu of snow wi dancing leaves
As. tho the sundryd martins nest
Instead of ides hung the eaves
The childern hail the happy day
As if the snow was april grass
And pleasd as neath the warmth of may
Sport oer the water froze to glass

Thou day of happy sound and mirth
That long wi childish memory stays
How blest around the cottage hearth
I met thee in my boyish days
Harping wi raptures dreaming joys
On presents that thy coming found
The welcome sight of little toys
The christmass gifts of comers round

‘The wooden horse wi arching head
Drawn upon wheels around the room
The gilded coach of ginger bread
And many colord sugar plumb
Gilt coverd books for pictures sought
Or storys childhood loves to tell
Wi many a urgent promise bought
To get tomorrows lesson well

And many a thing a minutes sport
Left broken on the sanded floor
When we woud leave our play and court
Our parents promises for more
Tho manhood bids such raptures dye
And throws such toys away as vain
Yet memory loves to turn her eye
And talk such pleasures oer again

Around the glowing hearth at night
The harmless laugh and winter tale
Goes round-while parting friends delight
To toast each other oer their ale
The cotter oft wi quiet zeal
Will musing oer his bible lean
While in the dark the lovers steal
To kiss and toy behind the screen

The yule cake dotted thick wi plumbs
Is on each supper table found
And cats look up for falling crumbs
Which greedy childern litter round
And huswifes sage stuffd seasond chine
Long hung in chimney nook to drye
And boiling eldern berry wine
To drink the christmass eves ‘good bye’

There isn't much to be said
About the day time-
Hour after hour, we beat on
Against the ticking clock
Of complacency,
Until before we know it-
We're ****** into the realm of
The halfway living.
Awake past midnight,
Processing the happenings
Of 9-5,
As if draging them out into
Language
Will increase their potency.

There's nothing more moving
Than yesterday,
After a night of fermenting in
Our desperate minds.
Often too late to be felt
Before 10pm.

Reality is too much with us.
Pushing up against
Our trembling palms,
As we reach out
To ******
The manufactured idea of
Happiness. Prepackaged
And with an expiration date
Beyond the next year.

We try to find our fate in tarot cards,
Palm readings, grocery market bargains, expensive haircuts where they only take an inch off but you still cry, second rate ballets and strip clubs, the words of others, and Sunday services past 12 where the hangover isn't as dreadful.
Experience junkies,
****** fiends,
Attention addicts,
Compassion parasites,
We **** the marrow from the earth
And prescribe her with Ritalin
And 3 months of sick leave-
The placebo effect has never seemed
So enticing.

Is this what it's like to talk to God?
Newspapers from last week
Find their way into the warm,
Sticky floors of the subway:
They have no purpose here
In this cool, indifferent future.
Bold headlines prophesying drought,
And lamenting those already dead,
Alongside ads for half off
A large pizza, and 25% off your biggest
Problems. Classified ads
And the sports section
Reek of ***, failure
And vulnerability-
No one cares, now.
The past is only real within the proceeding hour,
And middle school history class lessons,
Too optimistic to hold
Any reality beyond repetition.

Lifeless, we seep through time until
The pages are soaked and soggy with
Our failed ambition and twice baked
Love stories that grossed a billion dollars
For the movie theaters, gas stations and diamond companies-
Condensed into romance novels
And nonfat ice cream:
A testament to a nation
Afraid to feel anything that isn't synthesized
And discussed in tabloid magazines.

Sideline poets and actors,
We rap our knuckles raw against the railing,
Nervously counting down the seconds
Until we will be called to dutifully recite
All we know.
Waiting, we count our blessings.
The cumulation of good deads and sacrifice
That have paid the dues for a one way ticket
To the promised land.
Little children, again,
We twist the frays of our sweaters
And buckle our knees with anticipation
Of judgement day
And Memorial Day weekend.

High as the sky
Touching the clouds
My fingers separate the haze
As I fly by endowed

Of the person I am
At this time of tranquility
My thoughts flow free
Like the river runs swiftly

I take you in
And let you out
****** abounds
If I had the strength, I'd shout

Such a brief encounter
As I breath you into me
Now sleep, I must
Because, you make my dreams ******

His eyes, they look at me, glamoring me into his lust
His touch, awakens all the senses I never knew I had
His breath, sending waves of electricity throughout my body
His smell, reminds me of the ocean, sweet, refreshing and calm
The deeper he goes, the deeper we go
With every movement, time seems to fade to black
The rhythms, like drums, like rain, like a heartbeat
Our hearts beat as one, the tension, builds up as one
And for a moment, just one moment
His eyes, they look at me with loving content
His touch, firmly takes a hold of me
His breath, he holds it as
His smell, it lingers in my senses
The explosions, like fireworks, like jolts of passion, like ******
Our hearts, beating as one, our passion, releasing as one
And for a moment, just one moment
His eyes, they look at me with disgust
His touch, is cold, it's lifeless
His breath, is ragged and shallow
His smell, is bitter and angry
And for a moment, just one moment
I don't feel dead anymore

ITS ALMOST AS IF UR MY DARK KNIGHT

AND MAYBE UR THE ONE TO SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET

AND MAYBE DEEP DOWN INSIDE IVE ALWAYS KNOWN IT COULD BE

MAYBE IM STEADY JUST 2 STUCK ON THE FACT THAT I CAN GET SO COMFORTABLE

IN YA ARMS

PROTECTED BY A STRONG

KNIGHT WITH A BRIGHT SHINY ARMER

AND AS THE STARS REFLECT IN UR EYES I JUMP UP 2 THE SKY

WANTING 2 SEE HOW IT LOOKS EACH AND EVERYTIME

ALWAYS KNOWN U

BUT I NEVER TOOK THE TIME 2 GET 2 KNOW U

AND ITS STRANGE HOW YOU CAN SIT ME ON YOUR HORSE

AND TAKE ME AWAY INTO MY DREAMS

FEELING FEELINGS I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT

AND KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT THEY MEAN

SO I JUST SIT BEHIND U

RUNNING  INTO A FAIRYTALE

AN ENCHANTED LAND

BYING PASS ALL THE SANDS THAT ARE QUICK

FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER WE GO

DUCKING AND DODGING THE GHOST OF THE PATHS

I GRAB U CLOSER 2 ME

THE WIND BLOWS VICIOUSLY  

BUT I CAN STILL FEEL EACH AND EVERY INCH

OF UR BODY HEAT

JUST 2 HOLD U AND CLOSE MY EYES

PURE ******

THE WIND CONTINUES 2 BLOW

AND THE LEAVES STILL AT FLUTTER

U STOP.... AND KISS MY FOREHEAD

SO I STAND AND ALLOW U 2 DO IT

AND IT ALL FEELS LIKE A TRICK

BUT WHAT IT REALLY IS...

ITS JUST THE SIMPLE FACT THAT MY

FOREHEAD IS NOT USED TO THIS

NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN TOUCHED SO GENTLY

GOT ME ALL TWISTED MENTALLY

SHOULD OF BEEN TREATED THIS WAY ORIGINALLY

DAM  SO MANY THOUGHTS RUNING SWIFTLY

AROUND MY HEAD

MY STOMACH ONCE RUMMBLED OF HUNGRY

BUT HOW ARE U SUPPOST TO FEEL ONCE IT GETS FEED?

IM BEAUTIFUL U SAY

AND I WISH THAT AT THAT MOMENT I WAS ABLE TO THINK FAST ENOUGH 2 SAY U 2

AND IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

I LOST U

.

Who am i?
Does it matter? Who are you? Do you care to know? Maybe we are one and the same...sharing the same pain because of where we come from. Dancing to the same drum. Looking to have fun trying to avoid that same bullet from the enemies gun...we're both growing and learning...mistakes made, lessons learned. The fire within us both continues to burn...soon we learn while laughing at the same joke, we've both fallen hard, in love inhaling all the smoke from that heavenly herb...we found true love in a place that gives us none. You have helped me see who i am by showing me who u are. Our spirits shine inspite of the dimming souls around us...the ghetto can be a horrible place, but we carry on the path we found this special thing...now we can sing the song of ****** thru the complexity of negativity we are surrounded by...u and i become one, making love so passionately, *******, but oh so tender...EVERYTIME is greater than the last...im your lady, u my man...we fall n dream in eachothers arms. Wake up the next sunrise to do it all again...

Gotta study fast
Not ready for this test
To many hits of ******
An Shayna's sittin next to me
Shes gonna do good
Shes not from the hood
This test is so crazy
Dwamn am i lazy
All these answers hazy
While im just pushin daisies
Gonna eat a paistry
Mhmm it is so tasty
My memory is back
Everything was all so black
Writing in this class
Man i hope i pass.
Shayna is real sweet
And maybe so is Pete
Molly is my friend.
She really makes me bend

"Fall Down"he cried, and the walls were blasted in all directions,
The roof was flung over the top of the world
as he stood among ruins lighted by a single taper.
He listened to the ***** music, not recognizing it at first but having gained an appetite, he proceeded across the blackness  to satisfy his hunger in the only available light still living.

The goblet that she held aloft had a fiery glow about it.
The green ball of radiating light that shone was not an emerald but something from his genetic memory of forefathers that had somehow embedded itself obsessionaly in his brain.
He began speaking, asking awkward questions that held little or no meaning to her.
She answered cautiously, then stepped over the dead pine needles to comfort him.
It seemed to her he had been wounded in the war of Love, and his amour welded securely in place had left its mark.

He took a step towards her"may I kiss you"? he asked.
His amour clinked slightly as he took her in his arms with all the warmth of a log fire in late December .
All the leaves yellowed at once and a double file of moons passed through the heavens.
There was a strange sound in the Christmas sky
She felt strangely at home in this alien world without time, where flowers capitulate and the stars do battle in the endless heavens, rising in turmoil, falling at last to the ground, splintered and bleeding.

He had become deathly quiet.
She searched the glowing embers for for an answer, but the answer came from deep within herself.
Now she understood, for a few brief moments , he had confused X with Y.
His armor had been breached.
Slowly he turned his head and forced himself to look away- ashamed.
The blood flowed from the open wounds in his biceps,
and ran down his body and dripped from his fingertips profusely
His world had jumped backwards, as had hers.


"Drink"? she asked.
He gulped down the hot liquor.
It burnt his insides.
He felt a change and his strength returning.
"Some things never change"she said softly
His inquiring eyes searched her face for meaning
There are, she said things that have long ceased to be objects,  and emotions that stand solely as never -to -be calender occasions, outside that sequence of element called time.

He had armed himself well, to guard against his vulnerability and fear.
He slashed expertly at any deeper meaning that could have been hidden in their encounter.
Gleefully he dismembered her word by word, rejecting her love as a pettish ideal.
Inwardly she wept and her heart bled and it bled, fouling the floor with her infernal animal juices, dripping and running until life itself was reddened, and their ****** had become a Winters night Nightmare.

He turned and fled into the night.
It was like running through a waist- high snowdrift.
He knew it was wrong.
He was compounding his error by running
The night was silent now, it was endless, It slanted towards the end of the world.
It gave off its own light.
There was no sky- nothing overhead.
He was alone.
His own voice echoed back to him from the wilderness.
"I HATE YOU" ..........."ANIMAL"..........."I HATE YOU"


Gathering his thoughts and shedding his armor,
he returned to make amends, surprised at his own since of honor and chivalry.
His boring apologies seemed to her a functional disorder,
that occurred for pretty flimsy reasons.
First times are always special she explained
The pins and needles are gone through and Ive caught my breath again.
They agreed to be parted as friends.
She watched as he walked away,
Honor, armor and fear still intact.
They had smashed the clock of time ,
and feasted on the ten or so ages of man.


A tiny pool of water lay on the palm of her hand.
The residue of another world, another generation.
A little momentum left behind, like a tear shed unsuspectingly.
She closed her eyes in disbelief, but couldn't stop the seeing.
The impulses of nature had become a reality.
The evening sky looked as it never had before.
The morning sun shed tears that turned in turmoil.
A flash of metallic light covered the night sky.
Her world receded for an instant, then grew stable again .
Seconds later her palm was clear and unblemished.

She had embedded herself in the armor so dearly held by him.
She stood for the last time in this alien world.
In the midst of an explosion of thought,
she stared frightened into the deep blue mirrors of his mind.
How could he know of her nightmare?
This abstract tragedy,   that he so unknowingly had become a part of.
Her saddened eyes watched him leave her life as abruptly as he entered
pledging her heart and silent love to him for ever.

I must be a stairway
The way I get stepped on
I must be a nightmare
The way I get slept on
I must be a ****
Cause all I got is *****
Life must be a maze the ways
I bump my back into walls
I must be a toilet cause
I'm constantly **** on
I must be repulsive rejected
Whoever I hit on
Must be a ****** as I'm spit on
Must be a door cause they push me
U r wut u eat and on good Friday
I always eat *****
Cause I love chicken *****
At Chinese food spots
I must. Be a target like a sponsor
For target the way they take shots
I must be in pain the way
I take pain killers So
I hope the pain stained is detained
And not refrain from slow
Pain removal and it soon'll
Tell by time but I'm weary
Mirrors seem to fear me
Homeless people are less. Needy
They don't. Need me I'm
Depressing and it stinks my clothes
I must have aids cause I can't even
Get laid by hoes
I must just be gross
Net pay and gross shows. Nothing
And I must. Be associated with
It as I'm nothing unless I'm something
Along the lines of an
******* or a *****
Or so I'm told by people cold
And wish I'd die but I did
Die because I seem to be a
Ghost to most I know
Only call me when there problems
Are so ****** up they know
No matter how ****** up there
Situation. Is that I've seen worse
Which is insulting and flattering
All in the same verse
I must have a curse
Like Toronto maple leafs
Who coulda had a cup by.now
But the phat cats are cheap
But stupid are we not them
Because there's no sense
In investing in a roster if merchandise
And seats commence
To sell and they do always
From loyal die hard fans
Who they rob of bein part of a
Contender team but the stands
Are full I guess losings just
A pass time now
But I'm so off track where was
I, **** I forget now
I believe I was ******* in my
Own special way
And I always get ****** cause I'm an
*** so I guess I'm gay
I must be a runaway
Cause I don't got a home
I can go back to, am I a dog
Cause in my pants is a bone
I must be a **** pad
Cause my wings don't help fly
I guess I'm not a big girl
Cause big girls dont cry
I must be a fat *** cause my
Fat has a fat mass
Equivalent to precious eaten
By fat joe and thats
Not the type of mass with
Stained glass and religion
Where an alter boys farts are
Never heard if u listened
In an amplifier I'm ampped on fire
But nobody sees it
So if I said president Obama
Had ****** diseases
No one would protest and say jesus
Christ that was wrong
What would Jesus do?
He would probably write a song
About his long slong his **** and
Very long hair
He'd. Never sleep with delilah
But still a cross he must bear
But I would never cross a bear
Are u aware jerusalems where
Darker skin toned people appear
So why is Jesus so fair
Well I don't really care
Not even sure why I asked
90% of the world is unattractive
Sounds harsh but do the math
Am I a long necked giraffe
Cause mom said I belong in a zoo
Which is appealing as the monkeys
Get to masterbated and throw poo
I have no hint let alone a clue,
Was. nEver quite clued in
Too busy angry collecting debt
Feeling disrespect and sins
I now and forever regret since
Ii grew up a little
Had to stop substituting ****** pills
For my bag full of skittles
So I must be a riddle
An enigma to ponder
I don't journey with destination
Only have patients to wander
So to be a doctors patient I
Saunter and walk into a walk in
Clinic so in it i mimic a ******* to
finish with a script for poppin
Perkecette oxycotton
Clonasapan diasapan even
So my back pain I make so real
It starts to hurt as I'm leavin
But giving. doctors are decieving
So deceiving them does not
Pin guilt aide it wilts knowing
The real drug dealers the doc
Sending people who got
Addiction problems to phone
A Clinic to start u a new dependency
Called methadone
So leave the **** alone, such
A mess and known
If ur not an ignorant clone
That can't see on there own
It's the same drug dealer
Just a different drug
So how does **** for oxy heads
Really help them its rough
I must be a mute cause all
My opinions arnt heard
And I protect my pocket with no
Pocket protecter so am I a nerd
I must be a bad ****** word
Cause whenever I am. Brought up
Eyes go wide as if I am a bad
Influence like I'm hopped up
On morphine and more fiends
Are. Created each day
As doctors seem to just
Wanna give there drugs away
Well I'm done for the day
That's enough complaints for me
And if u didn't like it call 1800
I don't give a **** and Plz
Remember if it's busy just hang
up and try ur Call  again
Cause I always look forward
To being **** on for when
I use the freedom of speech
Giving to me as a right
So those opposed your all *****
So that means I must. Be a ****
*** yikes ewww a **** yuck
Get it away
So what I say I had to say Plz don't play
With what lay in my spray
Of opions in the way I say
What I say when I say it
If u hate me I'm still on ur mind
And worth hating so go ahead hate it
Poetic dues I payed it
Roads I pave it so those
Who chose to be a voice for
His beliefs always knows
There way but in dismay
I may not pray for others
Cause they may see a dead end
Even though they are covered
And smothered in talent
But if never discovered ur covered
Lucky if Facebook will even read
Let alone brothers and mothers
Cause to hypnotize the others
Selling out lurks in the way
And wut defines selling out is such
An area of grey
So goodbye again I'll say
I'm on my way out and gone
Not even a penny for my thoughts
And it's so sad a penny's beyond
What most would pay
As they say I'm just one of alot
But I maybe a snowflake looking
The same but actually I am not

A moment of ******
A moment of pure lust

You're my friend
How could I think to betray your trust?

I think to myself,
How would I want this to play out, had she been in my spot.

As I sat there in my bile, while she looked after me.
What would I have done if she came onto me?

The friendship would be ravaged,
Dismal and blown away.

That one moment of ******,
That one moment of pure lust.

In deep night I howl at the moon. Lonely I reach for understanding,
but it's always too fast, and too loud and too soon.
It might be too much, what I'm demanding.

Drowned cities beyond grass and trees are of no importance when strings are cut.
Stranger upon stranger becomes lover upon lover,
all with square eyes and hungry heart.

We feed like beasts on what feeling we can find when living in the truth of others.
And we wash of blood like common dirt yet we fear all dirt from our mother.

Faceless enemies all around,
with painted smiles and powers.
Oh how we corrupt ourselves chasing the taste of true flesh,
Chasing  bones between towers.

Not ever to feed on newborn thoughts,
our own world frightens us.
But howl at the moon, if just for one night, and feel, natures child,  what is right!

Filth and dirt and moon and trees, *** and love and ******!
You look for it all in screens of lies and you eat up each word without care.

Like all common men, you eat **** like it's steak,
for our nameless enemy created false dreams.

And the nameless is us, yet powerless still,
alone I stand strong, together you stand still.

To ask for more is common man's sin,
but to seek in new spaces is treason to your kin.

Alienated souls are dumped and lost,
questions fade by each year.
And what life do you live, puppets at will,
seeking bigger lies to cover your fears.

RED

passionate rages of
body and soul

the ardent obsession
of two entities
to merge into a
whole

lovers swept into
an ****** of desire

two Phoenix to die
in dust and ash
and meet fleet
again
in new life
of *fire!

~
ORANGE

fire has cooled
age is wise to lust

two of God's creation
working together
under one yoke
habits understood
partners fair
and
just

~
YELLOW

love of family
refined as purest gold

give and take
young and old
parents sculpt young minds
children break the mold
go to their own families
to have and
to hold

~
GREEN

love for nature
creatures great and small

the beautiful earth
the sylibant shushing
waterfall
conifer pines and
russet leaves
that fall
floral offering
in spring
colts breaking from
the stall
summer's slice of life
and winter's pall
we love the
burgeoning
beauty
of it
all!

~
BLUE

love of friends you
hold so near

a shout out to buddies!
loud for all to hear!
forgiveness and
compassion
for those who hurt
and fear
those you like and
those like second
family
dear

~
INDIGO

who can understand
this love so often missed?

love for spiteful enemy
who've wished
only evil for you
even kissed
your cheek
or your lips
in lover's bliss
now turned
and are
snakes
which
hiss...

~
PURPLE*

the greatest love
the one most won't applaud

an irony.
HE'S THE ONE WE
SHOULD MOST *LAUD!
tho we stand the
mountain
or in valley plod
in humility
most regard
as odd

love for
Abba Father
Jesus Christ
Holy Spirit

GOD



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/23/2016

Eyes filled with pure malice..
lying gouged out on the floor..
a grin of pure ******
blood rushing out of my mouth
tongue cut out
panting heavily
pain raises
adrenaline..
endorfine..
to a maximum
this feels so, incredibly... good..
God..
On the edge of embodying madness
still pushing it's bounderies
I fasten the tourniquet..
One leg left to go..
Haha!
the dull bonesaw enters my flesh
cutting through the nerves..
slowly..
savoring..
panting..
with one arm left
I turn towards my desk
grab the quill and parchment.
this is going to be my masterpiece
hahahahahahahahaha

Earth is sleep in sound tonight
Yet in the eyes of stars well up oceans of sadness
The streets are filled with undenying yern to live
The smells of blood courses the air
In the young and old
Not a silent completion
Not a singal comfort in a drink nor a shot of ****** to behave lively
Only death awaits in alleys
Darkness falls in dead end roads
The earth is sound in sleep tonight
It tells stories of humen nature changing and exchanging gifts for the weak
No child lay still in thier beds
No mothers arms are full but empty with weary heartbreaks
Fathers cry in rage of self pitty and drive to another rage to prison bars
No glory here In the sound of night
No hope nor will to dream but to **** the sun
And all that is left are the stars that shed little light
Still not giving up on these children who cry in the night.

© Copyright 2013 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
Unauthorized copying is prohibited.

I'm so close to you
my lips barely touch yours
and I'm fighting a battle of selfcontrol
Our energies mix and take over the room
and the world peacefully dissolves around us
We forget that it exists...
my hands move slowly and gently to your face
and when they are as close to you as my lips are
I shift my entire awereness to my fingertips
everything is sensitive my whole essence is
I can feel your energy and body heat through my hands and being
I can feel you breathe, steady but shallow
you exhale ******, excitement and desire
you breath in hope, passion and love
fighting the same battle that I have
..we become thoughtless..
The energy around us starts to devour us
my hands finally touch your skin
loving, savouring and cherishing every inch
I slowly pull you in
my essence shifts to my lips
to the point where my soul is being kissed by your lips
the dance begins..

Words that are stuck within my darkest depths.
A field filled with grey-ish opened graves.
Where bodies are tossed in ***** holes
no coffins, demons resisting to rest in peace.
Old lingering souls waiting to catch up to the present.
I make sure they're stuck in the past. Snuffed in the future.
They are trying to claw their way out to the surface.
Screaming in agony, in sheer madness they shout.
Their paranoid lust for hatred makes me think and doubt.
Shall I accept these feelings? Let them consume me?
Just to experience this drug, this ******, this twisted reality.
This twisted reality...
I have no words for it, I can't describe what I feel.

I'm disconnected, exit the Matrix.
Found out I'm not Neo, took shots from an Agent.
Now I lie cold in the dirt, in one of my opened graves.
A face that is shocked, eyes seeking truth.
Truth seeking eyes.
A mind that is mad. I'm mad that I mind.
Mad that I care. I care that I'm mad.
In a hazerdous environment
walking through pockets of 'Rad'.
My soul is humed, walking twisted
forward for you. Looking at the clouds that are blue
assuming it's true. Clouds that are blue?
I drop down in the cold of the blue.
and lie dead, unburied in an open grave.

Here I lie,
dead in the past.
Desperately clawing my way back to the present.
Hoping I don't get snuffed in the future.
Resisting to Rest In Peace.
Unburied in an open grave.
In the mind of a madman.

Guilt awaiting beyond the threshold of passion,
Too regretful to be engulfed by devouring flames,
Burning with every ounce of blood pumped in ******,
Sensation overwhelming a morally sound reality,
entombing the moment on repeat,
reliving every touch, every secret whispered.
Broken promises gnaw at the spinal cord,
Incapacitating victims with each mouth full of deceit,
Overpowered in puddles of sensuality scattered,
Pain distributed through currents of attraction,
Smoothering the protests of anxiety with free will.
Breathing the scent of venom,
Seductive serpent offering the hungry,
garentees of release muffled by falsehoods,
Providing the fruit of past deprivation,
The sweet necture drips from supple lips,
Woven into the wounds of betrayal,
A secret to be scilenced by the embrace of guilt.

Maybe they’ll stumble upon my beautiful words, those would surely make their hearts sink, rise, rotate and swirl on the edges of their chest. Make the physician within them cry out of recognition with my bitter medicine. Please just swallow it, accept me.

Gave you the thought…

Set you free, stole your soul, threw you of the edges of a cliff. Carried away by the forcefull tides away from home, away from me. Bitter medicine indeed.

Womans enclosed mind in pain

Heart in ******

I’ll give you your soul back

Please just love me

the pores of my skin secrete love when you touch me
leaving puddles of ****** beneath my feet
as you hold me in my weaken state
your medusa eyes, stone me into place
now sculpt me to your desires
smooth the rough edges to your liken
polish me to your sense of perfection
as long as you love me, feel free to create

As she lies, comfortable, ******* up, queerly quaking, impaled on his much larger joy
Moist sugar, eking steadily outwards
Moist salt pumping eagerly in
Part of him missing
Part of her gained
As her hands rip into the spaces on the back skin of this treacherous boy
She is happy

Tense and loosened by their shared ******
Ripping Ripping

Ripping fingers enter into the wetness of each eye, I
Rip myself left from right
Rip myself logic from left
Pounding flesh into stone, slow
Steady pounding, rhythmic
So rigid the hot blood in this chest
Then falling, failing, flopped-flaccid
Into a pile of folding skin, nothing within
Cut clean off this wretched mere mortal ****
She is happy

The lier will lie with him no more no more with me
Death is not destructive enough for thee
For I am the selfless
I am in love.