Clawing, scraping, dead on me,
Breathing, taking, what you see,
Empty walls and cloying white,
Cancelling out all my sight.
Bones stand out in sharp relief,
Skin gone gray with more than grief,
On my knees and certain, I pray to you and bow;
Absolve this dying world of these bipedal parasites now.
You were locked away for eons by Holy men an eternity ago,
they then ruled over us throughout t...
i listen to your breathing
as your mind tip-toes into a slumber
shallow enough for me to pull you out
deep enough to slow each breath you reach for
i watch your eyes falling
as you cautiously step int...
Too bad our passions cannot be transferred thru the means of telekinesis... cannot be shared by mere thought.
Only thru the divine interception of intentions via soulmates can a thought be felt simult...
Gliding far as the wind will carry me
Flying as high as clouds in the bright blue sky
Gleefully pain free like children running carefree
With no worries where money will come from to buy
Just the nece...
There is a reason why people from your past don't make it into your future.
We are balls of constant spinning energy.
We move so fast we can't see ourselves being pulled in a different direction.
They are the mystery and beauty of life itself
the beauty and doom of the surviving race
the images of spiritual purity which I believe is them
Sweet as nectar, golden and violet like the dawn
The jewels feared him as they should and they loved him even more
because they knew what was in store.
The book of remembrance was a thick one, but not as thick as it could be.
If only more names coul...
Under guidance not fully coherent with the masses, I tremble
Tremble away guilt ridden lies and devious, malnourished amorous blessings
Now that I've run out of tears, who will be there to console the...
Echoing deeps, blue around me,
The songs of the cave surround.
Water at my feet, dripping in the dark,
Reflecting the glowing sparks.
Whispers and sighs,
Why open my eyes? When all I need do is reach?...
I had seven hundred
big blocks in my bones,
and my home planet
in my head,
when I stopped for rest
along Central Park West.
There was scraped
golden sun paint
down Eighty First Street,
and they poured...
I once lived in the house of bad luck.
It was haunted by spirits of dead friends who died in the 90’s from cancer.
My living room was directly above the room he passed away in.
I wouldn’t say the hous...
The subconscious part of ourself is reflected in our perception of others. This is the true nature of how we experience those we perceive as others. That which presents itself as someone else but when...
Talking to myself
Talking about the past
Talking about the future
Not judging myself for my thoughts
Talking to myself I am my own company
Keeping myself up at night with my own thoughts When no one i...
Driving US-90 headed to Effie’s
Thoughts of lobster gumbo
Made up girl inside my head
Feeling the sting of her loss
Even though she has not been found
She was real
She is real
She is gone
Got the stre...
I gave the darkness a name
As it finally surrounded me.
Death became my closest friend
In those inevitable hours and minutes.
My life never flashed before My eyes, as some people have said;
But what I...
I'll grab my lighter
For the flames be lit
To make it a little brighter
My little green bic
My crematoria such a might
To hit gives you whiplash
For a tiny little pipe
One hit and its ash
Beyond the s...