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

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

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

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 marching band that radiates no v
A parade celebrating ancient whisp
Time in procession lifts the weigh
This 'All Together’ gathering
like a billion sparks thrown at on

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

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

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

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

A back alley dogged howl
Aloft and insidious
Whirling room to room
Carried on through morning
Is alive and well

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

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

to think
without eyes
or ears
the touch
or smell

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.

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

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

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

I turn out my Flesh,
To turn on my Spirit;
The needs that come and go.
A Turnstile counting;
She’ll know it when she feels it,

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

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;

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

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.

...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 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,

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

The look of shame, stress;
Hunger and fear,
I resist the urge to free a tear.
All I’ve preyed, caged;
Gathered and spilled...

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

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

These words left unsaid, keep our
and everyone one of them scored, r
~ The time spent without your care
and reciting a psalm out of tune;
gained it’s value the moment you l

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

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

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

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

~ 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