Breathe with the streets, the dark
A real life night crawling creep.
In the fresh hair, you find me the
and more...
planning out my killing floor.

I cannot find favor
In loves growth chaperoned
I have no detector
No pocket ace
No perfect way

I don’t know exactly how this came
but likely began with seed of doub
Or the question of truth,
and getting no clue.
So I filled in the blanks,

Anna Sleaze is diseased.
Like Typhoid Mary,
and fucked with ease.
Always with a “Please!”
And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”

My House; My Castle
Crumbling on cue
As piece, by piece
All comfort; Consumed
My halls; My doors

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone;
My bed, a quarry.
Somewhere inside my mind,
A diamond bit drives;
Ever deeper toward a story.

The bulletproofing fucking failed!
I’m left now to face a face,
of nothing more than brittle shale
Content with my reflection,
I gaze at what you abhor.

We are, by no means;
Dazzling, or that flawless strong
Of which our diamond-shine species
Could and thus should,
Long to be.

I feel a surge creeping up behind
or maybe from inside me;
So surprise me.
I can only take so much,
before I crack a smile sweet;

Thoughts unravel
This road I travel
The end I cannot see
In turn and twist
My mind splits

~ PUNCTURE-WOMB ~
Creating pretty holes and lovely h
Making spaces for stained~glass pa
Now sunlit, with vistas of red, so
—My Womb with a view.

PUNCTURE-WOMB
Creating pretty holes and lovely h
making spaces for stained glass pa
Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so
my room with a view.

I am hearing the words, those word
“Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki
—I would rather don the tattered c
Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut
A ragged layer upon pure awareness

Wrecking Ball Breaking
Something Testing Me
Forget; Forget
Hollow Spirit Lie
For Your Blood Obsessing

I want to see the poppy rise, bloo
and be sacrificed
I want to make love to the liar, s
and multiply the wounds
I wish to strip her, degrade her

I can burn a page or two,
forget a name with the thought of
Ignore the need, the pleas,
but this thing I cannot do.
I want to bring it to you,

You are the catalyst of my purpose
an invader of freewill;
A welcome trader, in everything I

Drive the dirtied splinter.
Lay it straight;
direct,
and deep into her face.
No ending.

Sown; Reaped
We are magnificent
Our time together is but an arc of
And my pen stumbles to keep up
In every thought lies priceless re

A one handed gift giver; full of e
Could take the tender of a trust t
and make millions.
Bury this trust in a mound of pers
and call it a wash in a handshake

You should worry, Babe;
I am coming.
I’m on my way;
On the Return.
That openness you shared with me,

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin
It’s on it’s way; on the return.
That openness you shared with me;
Has been searing a brand,
On every thought I have of you.

Stray from tender infusion,
'cause docile doesn’t work.
Embrace the fasting revolution,
and prowl, where gluttony lurks.
Survival of the fittest,

Note the Look
Mark, the Time
The Thief; the Crook
Charades in pantomime
With little Hands passing

Raised up like curds on Calvary
I ponder on the time machine....
How much would Hitler pay
For the journals of Trinity?
Maybe I would lend Rasputin

When she comes around;
She will know,
where I’ll be found.
On empty streets,
with dimming light.

Are you my glories bride?
in the moments when I breathe with
A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt
Will you lie a little,
kiss my hand and give the signal?

I had a revelation.
I just can’t remember what it was.
But I’m almost sure it was lewd,
What can I do?
To bring it up might disgrace you.

This mouth wide open,
trying to speak;
over our brute,
beating the weak.
Some convoluted feel,

If I can’t be found,
it is she who knows where I am;
I am her Man.
When I’ve gone too far,
and have left all love behind;

She told me not to say it, that to
So I’ve addressed it here in writ
After having slipped my tongue
She seemed to listen for a moment
If only, to make it clear

my heart is beating
and for this i am thankful
i can breathe
i can breathe!
my heart is beating

Disengaging heart solution,
to spur dualities feud.
Curse laden incantation,
debriding hybrid wounds.
If only one was weaker,

I am Victory, within; You.
A balance of all things Pleasant,
And antagonistic to Dopamine pure
We Conjure; Then Conquer.
Our symbiotic Love-Hate fate,

In this time of need, feeling inco
and relying on unfolded dreams
questioning every last belief
buried in the deepest of seam
is a book I have yet twice to read

When I was just a kid
No more than thirteen
Decidedly I grabbed
A nightmares dream
With contemporary belief