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

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

Look beyond these words
And address the in-between
Here lies a rest assured
With conscience squeaky clean
When you gave me your shelter

A letter written with love
not to be mistaken for a love lett
Could all at once, once read
end my affair with love.
I could at a moments notice write

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

Show me;
Tell me.
Or is this a matter of being seen,
with the coming on of a little anx
Just show me;

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

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.

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

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.

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

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,

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,

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

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.

My memory bank leaves me filthy ri
even in that often thought of ditc
Loved ones so terrified of the sid
imagine me all dirty, choked, and
My tender

Dry is the thread, brittle and fra
May I be so bold?
As to tell you of a dream I’ve ha
Through dusty road and whistling t

We are all Einstein
We are all Gandhi
All of us
A Jackie O. and Jack K.
And in every way

Liar.
My half-track eyes,
Spy;
A Liar.
A mind swept clear,

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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

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

Drag me down to the river,
to wash these stains away.
On it’s banks I cry,
and drown the pain of yesterday.

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.

Wait a second...
Are you saying the cock rose three

Here comes the beggar!
With an Eden to share?
My god whats the point!?
When the commonality is despair?
I know there is a reckoning to com

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

~ Every single day, to raise anew
Feelings of empowerment, to be use
Can fall before dusk, to soon to b
Yet act as a manure, to nourish an
This nights killer, called; Sunri

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,

Now is the time to let go.
For so long I have been selfish.
Rarely attending to anyone,
other than myself and my son.
If you don’t take care of yourself

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