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

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

In the grace of a Holy Church bel
Chiming hungry latent tune
We grew impatient for it’s death k
Muted ringing now entombed.
Under guise and shrouded intellect

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

Jesus Fever.
Passionate Deceiver
Needing faith from a true believer
Now the priceless relics are worth
Your face value

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

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

A Clock I draw from,
with no surplus of Time.
I must reconcile the fact,
that until now;
I’ve been in full black and white.

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

A devastating delay, In-direction
Wars throbbing erection.
On this acoustic world, the boots
In the mud, impressions of hijacke
Run, run, run... on blood-bound so

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

The sun rises quietly, and in soft
it paints.
In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima
it reaches out.
Waking those in need of light, cal

to think
without eyes
or ears
the touch
or smell

When the caffeine
turns to cigarettes and Meth-amphe
And the Amphetamines
turn to Cocaine sex and Heroin dr
And the PCP, and years of LSD

Soot
It seems you may have some soot
To gather, to get rid
No other place but on your face
It stays, persists

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

I see you, curbside, sitting in th
Making wishes long lost and age wa
still clinging to a derelict dream
Know that you will save it, and cl
Every score, every abuse, every lo

I was talking with myself a little
When promptly did I learn, that t
And having finally found out, once
—He was without a doubt making no
Until I thought, in that moment I

She is,
My bread unbroken;
Left to mold.
An ever-thickening assault,
On this heart born free;

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

...and now my halo’s gripping
To clumps of drying mud
So precious His dirt and water
I panged for sex with blood
Knowing the Law; I broke it

I saw you first
In a famous Blue Dress
A souvenir I took
And have kept ever since
You called me out

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

On this day.
—On your marks...
get stressed...
GO!
The daylight relay has arose!

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

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

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