(2013)
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…
to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
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 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…
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,
We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.
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.
Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists
my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating
~ 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.
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;