A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes
He smelled
He was soaking wet and looked very pale.
The old gentleman bought the  man a beer
and ask him what his story was
the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner
a man of high class and standard.
He wore the finest clothes,
wore the most beautufl jewelry,
and went on amazing journeys.
The old gentleman began to laugh
he sipped his drink
looked over the man and asked him what happened
the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting
He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he
looked up
his car swirved in the lake
water seaped in
He said " water came rushing in so fast"
the old gentleman looked down at his beer
looked up
and the man was nowhere to be seen
he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went
the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman  talking to himself...
suddenly
The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story.

The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out.

Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ******. Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"

Ed’s Speak-Easy hides behind its windows
draped and shielded from the sunset west-

-on into morning their unaware eyes
time-glossed in the sun rise east.

I sat in my studio above them,
over nine seasons in solace
never sights, just sounds of
girls dancing in lacy fluffed skirts

trampling glasses and hollow cans
sharp moving heels in heavy shadows
creaking toxins aged and seaped
into hardwood misery

Whiskey shouts and poker faced insults
high-toned energy, rising and fading
explosive bursts of high money
high life, high scheme delight.

I could see their sounds and feel their rhymes,
my blood feeding off their nicotine from
the smoke rise, a cascading surprise
to the carpet fibers rising up the walls
into my webbed lines of breath

The darkness seaped through,
clouding the sun and my light,
And the storm begins.

And oh,
the rain falls and the drops
clear,
blur my vision and I see that,
The storm begins.

And oh,
the light is fading and I say
Goodbye to what I know,
for nothing will ever be the same,
because,
The storm begins.

And oh,
the darkness is consuming,
devouring my hope,
a sense of nostalgia overwhelms me,
because now all I have is a was, had
and all I can do is want, need
because the storm destroys.

And so she poured into me like nothing I'd ever dreamed
She seaped in.. cementing every crack every hole,  flowing in streams
But her cement was temporary
A quick fix
She was a Poisoned peach.. Bittersweet
She was lust dancing around a masquerade ball
She wore love... a mask  
Revealing only her eyes,
And so she poured into me
Like hopes of sunny yesterday's  
But yesterday hasn't happened yet
And my veins are still bloodied from her salted tears
and so she poured into me without fears or cares or hopes or dreams she poured into me because she needed a place to hide for awhile
But awhile isn't forever
And when yesterday finally does come she's already gone and you are emptiness
So don't love her don't you dare
Cas she's just lust and love was never really there
But if you do and she does
Keep a threaded needle in the seems of your palms to stich up the ruins of your now blistered heart of hurt....

And so she poured into me like nothing I'd ever dreamed
She seaped in.. cementing every crack every hole,  flowing in streams
But her cement was temporary
A quick fix
She was a Poisoned peach.. Bittersweet
She was lust dancing around a masquerade ball
She wore love... a mask  
Revealing only her eyes,
And so she poured into me
Like hopes of sunny yesterday's  
But yesterday hasn't happened yet
And my veins are still bloodied from her salted tears
and so she poured into me without fears or cares or hopes or dreams she poured into me because she needed a place to hide for awhile
But awhile isn't forever
And when yesterday finally does come she's already gone and you are emptiness
So don't love her don't you dare
Cas she's just lust and love was never really there
But if you do and she does
Keep a threaded needle in the seems of your palms to stich up the ruins of your now blistered heart of hurt....

i rolled
over


and i felt
it licking my face,

then it crawled up my neck
and into my nose.

it was slimy

yet smooth at the same time

and the taste of ****
seaped into my esophagus.


and as it sat in there for a few minutes

i felt the eggs
begin
to pulsate
,

and the tingling
from the hatchlings

as they began
to skkitter from within.

and as all this happened
,
i continued to lie,
almost compelled
to see this beautiful miracle play out.


and then i brushed my teeth

and went to bed a second time

and had a glass
of grape cider
and she nestled beside me and told
me how
i was going to be a great husband--

and that her babies were
strong
from the milk

and kisses.

milk and kisses
always
and always

I was running,
I wated the wings of the wind to come on me.
But, not to lift me,
  Instead give the push I needed to break.
Not to break in or to break out,
just to break into my inner emotional being
And... I did. And I was there.
So were my disconnected thoughts
   and inner hidden beings.
When I looked at "them" it was different.
They were all happy.
Not deep and buried.
Slowly, it got easier and easier to break to them.
They, the inner beings, rose
to my skins surface.
They they broke. Broke every pore,
   and seaped and oued, to ever sad part of my life.