This is life

That I stated only once,
power over you!
Then in reverse...
the same -
reads,
keep it safe.

Religion is archetype

What is the true nature of religion...
the religion;
that religion,
is heroic?
In the sense that,
all men are created...
equal.
Found in the image of god,
god -
created man.
From the heavens,
came his only son?
Perhaps, in another distant light -
god made a promise.
That our own upbringing,
due to the past...
became a symbol of truth.
That when we are free,
the matter is a phenomenon.
This meaning,
that the laws man has given us.
Are we not existing?
Do we not only cease to exist!
That God, made man in his image,
only to protect what is good?
And what is good -
he keeps for himself.
There, he looks down upon us -
god pretends not to notice our sinning.
And he takes us before he allows anything else to happen,
we vanish -
into a kingdom of light.

How prophetic of him!

Praise be to the most high;
my wisdom -
speaks through him.

God, isn't a punitive force to be reckoned with.

Therefore, we ask for his forgiveness by giving-
him thanks and praise...
worshipping the lord.
Penance becomes a ritual.

OJ

Why do I keep going there, obbsessing.
That sweet taste of orange-juice.
Have you been told?
What.
About this.
I haven't been.
On every detail.
Happy.

Stop following me!

Little-kitty.

BIG SHADOW.

Kitty-little.

I'm listening to the sweet-tasting-sound...
purified -
every,
minute.

S-Q-E-E-Z-E M-E.

Without a word.

I lied.

In place of ownership

This is my autonomy, for the world to see!
That I have no control of.
Over which I have no control over?
I share with.
Power.
Owning my space.

The Desert (Moon)

I told you...
heard me,
I sang.

OUT LOUD!

I wasn't.
Weren't you prepared,
as I...
as I was ready for dessert?

The entre.

The main course.

Sting-ing

Who knew. I've been asleep for seven days!

And counting...t
he excellent,
excellent -
poll,
police.

Premises after hours

That sounds like a dream I just finished having. Seriously.

But, the weather here has been delightful.

Quite a farce.

Quite THE farce.

On days I dream about accidentally running over to you!
Those dreams that suddenly...
appear.

And dark becomes shades of light,
through undying love.

My dear flower,
how you blossom
WHEN I see you smile.

I'm a true believer!
What a great mess.
I'm in.

I'm in.

Only for you only....

I'm arriving the day you left,
that same thing happened.
When a miracle was?
Something told me.

I promise.

But forget that.

I've stopped going there.

The rest of the time...
sweet-sweet
chocolate.

Brown.

Fudge.

Crayons.

Scales of Judgment

Is that what you truly feel about?
Is this what you, feel.
That my hotdog breath makes you impregnable!
Formal conversation that resonates like music doesn't...
plays on in the mind.
Only to penetrate the soul.
The sense of touch,
as you hold up the hair behind the
neck.
As my lips curling,
curl-and-placed,
upon the stretch of skin,
softly making
love
down the bridge of your spine.

Those hands I place,
help me caress the females
hips.

And we forever remember.

Hyper Performing

Sexist.
I wouldn't have known about you, that??
That favorite drink you have.
Like the interest we contend.

I felt invigorated.

Let's not act pretend.

Very fine to meet you!

Convent

I consent.
Take my clothes off!
Remove the layers.
It is better we both are kept naked?
But thank you for participating.

Can you be happier
or not as happy?
As I print on the confines of my
mind.

The pages swirling....
around in the
HOWLING
H-O-W-L-I-N-G
HOW-LING
wind.

Each and every dimension
of time
my heart is stolen
beneath your beauty
that penetrates...
reverberates my soul.

But don't panic,
for there's no medicine...
-only-
desire I need.

That our physical presence
moving the direction of stars
created an explosive dynamic between us!

The Union Boss

No.
No.
No,
nobody owns you.

Just to act...
like the most powerful lawyer you can find!

Forget about the clothes you're wearing,
you owe me.

Remember, to remind you, that is not my responsibility.

We're brushing against time,
to finance the fun we have.

Full Tilt

I beat the road runner!
I tricked the coyote...
now relax.

There's no such thing.

It's all music to my feet.

There's-a-lineage.

One step...
two step.

But the power,
is off?

Realizing it,
I'm spinning...
wheels are rolling.

Full steam ahead!

That manual-with-instructions,
on what makes us ignite.

Fumes.
Fuel.
Load me up.

You were already mine,
on my knees.
Love and peace...
release.

But not a day ago,
I was released from prison.

Burning this insence,
upon.

Ashes.
Dust.

Our bodies.

Naked.

I used you as my sling-shot.

Until,
I was sorry.

You make me bleed.

We're facing each other,
and made arrangements
to fall apart.
To keep each other at a distance.

However, we'd talk,
we've played...
pretend.

Pretending to make the rules,
I hate.

Wearing a leash.

To censor,
to mute.

Only to touch you.
If you let me in.

You died with me, there.

Throwing it back.
Putting it back together.

Feel me,
kiss me,
kill me.

Want me.
I'm yours...
already yours.
Already, mine.

Hold the ship,
steer clear of the pain.
Hurt is loving you.

Loving hurts.

I stand.
Full tilt.
Full tilt.

Positively Stunning

Don't we see the light?
That comes to you.
That finds me.
That feels you!

Perhaps I've become more or less...
spoiled vomit.

Regurgitate.

Puke.

And like that, discover.

Habits of Self Destruction

If I've ever been witnessed...
it's compromise?
Then, perhaps.
But on more than, the odd occassion,
open available taught.
To be the same with.
To entertain.
That love will certainly find you,
like a lost stray dog in the rain!

A stressful unintention

labyrinth

The Prophet Motive

I'm only acting as a professional...
and I have.
No motive other than,
what image?
Reason through action.
That I've profited.
In order to reach
out the hand,
that touches mine.
You've been here before?
You know how I feel.
This production-gives-me,
my strength.
There's no knowledge like yours...
such as I bask, in the shadows.

Recieving-an-imaginary ().

A sense of smiling,
your smile.

Autumn Night

There is no limit.
What is done...
you can guise.
No disguises.
In this autumn breeze.

Dawn

I retain my own personal freedom...
without information,
a cynical guide that reasons.
And a guise to inform.
Once I'm heard on this level,
there's a right to have been made chosen.
Beyond beauty.
I border on the edge...
only to find miracles that happen!
And sealing my heart,
no wounds unhealed.

I enjoy life.

I enjoy life.
Hearing you speak as I wipe away your tears...
hearing me speak.
Hearing you speak.
As I wipe my tears.
-
That is love.

While I (while... I)

Was I waiting long,
were you prepared?
I don't read inhibitions.
Until after the facts.
I don't know.

Spread beneath the surface.

This intention.

Tension...
you stare!

And. ?

Decensitized.

The rest of the time you dece-sitize me from the information.
The rest of the time,
we're scrambling to find the information you decenstized me from!

Deception that reads...

There's this!
Where I can hear the sound
of a steady stream flowing...
water runs through it.

I'm here to listen to,
the sound of my own voice
whispering.

Therefore, the truth cannot exist.

But I've imagined another place (in time.)

And I know.

I like it here.

Inspiration. Inquisition.

I've never been.

Intimidated because,
of being implicated?

Running.
Listening.
Fountain of youth.
A safer hazard.
How superficial.

Illusions

A part of me has no metal?
You filthy robot.
Filthy-filthy...
robotic.

Tooth.

No teeth.

Rigor mortis!

A piece of my soul
has departed
and left me for dead.

That my incarnation,
what a chill!

What a chill!

Frost

Drugs on Love

You give me this fear, I sense
makes you.
I want to gravitate toward your soul.
Feels-like-magic!

And the weightless freedom,
you present.

I offer my humble presence.

In particular.

This humility.

I'm just a punk...
hoping to.

Hoping to.

I've been hoping,
hoping to,
fall.

Far out dude

I have a shadow of undeniability.
And that shadows myself entirely!
But grow with me, honey-poo.
Poo-honey.
Really, all I asked is that you pray.
And, reality becomes that.

The Creative Pulse

In this wonder-filled world of impulse and really large ego?
Perhaps, the mention of a word...
joy!
Oh glorious.
And, I compare the will with grace.
That such moments,
are full to the stomach.

Cloaks on vines

I'm draped over you like a picture.
Seriously.
I've tried hard to let you in...
onto this side of the ().
And, only you I find?
What is it about the environment,
that makes you vulnerable...
unhappy.
I'm here for you.
I'm interested.
I want you.

Now look at me.

I'm smiling at you.

You're smiling at me.

We're not leaving.

I'm unplugging it.

Trying on a hero...

Maybe, just maybe.
In some other form of living?
That I can achieve,
what desires are meant.
That in some order...
a random sequence of events.
Connecting my awareness, with the pain,
that within heals.
And I can release.
God in the heavens,
appear before me!
As I reach out my fingertips,
to touch.

This lantern I've lit between - the - shadows.

Enter The Dragon

If you're trying to tell me, something?
And, I have yet to express the details...
haven't you!
That I've received a great deal of thanks,
for the generosity you possess.
Thanks to the protector, for I'm a sinner.
I grieve.

(The thought of pleasure.)

However, unhappy.

Perhaps we've shared this moment together.
In another time and place?

Meteor showers...
faking accents...
tiny rays of light.

Given the facts I've heard.

Hiatus

I'm simmering in this pot of emotion,
where my fantasy meets reality I own?
And on days such as there are...
sweet inhibitions.
To achieve, endless possibilities.

Snow Angel

I've this hazy recollection of mist for memory?
And in the sparkle, I submit...
that in another spectacular dream of mine,
you'll do the same thing.

Taking the growth

I drove around.
No this.
Sang.
I fucked it up.
On purpose.
Shit.
?

?

Taking the prozac

I've been seen to be laughed at?
You mock me.
Not stuck.
No you did.
That was the time...
everything seemed less reality.
A Reality so far off,
its only course.
Now I sit here, and I wonder aloud!
God grant me the strength to.
Each days of the head above,
set my body free.
Give me a wish.
Pleased to meet you.

My Best Friend

A homeless man,
not begging.
I gave him my wrap...
from the fyxx on Broadway.
No double standards.
No double crossing.
Just a wrap.

Pizza Tempting Me

You changed.
You changed me.
I don't know...
why, or how?
But, in this life
I've always remained,
unequalled to you.
This is crazy.
I know.
But you changed me.

Gypsy the cynic

It's hard to drive a good bargain,
when heard.
It's harder then you think?
Then again...
it's just as difficult to ignore myself,
saying I refuse.
The king of opera,
might.
I refused.
The night of stars above,
lit for the sky to shine.
How lovely she looks.
Do I have a pulse...
that my love would enter and heal all wounds,
accept this about me.
Except for the nice-
warm September breeze,
that shakes the trees.
I'm no gypsy.
Travel with cart on wheels,
pawning my every adventure.
I read Shakespeare on my spare time.
I feel the horror of,
a crime still fresh in mind...
but the fugative escaped!
Turn around,
follow the leader...
glued on tight.
The rubber seal has broken,
and the pickles are ripe.
Still is calm,
this influence.
That including every face I've,
ever worded a silent gentle prayer.
In the name of the father,
my dear.
Such confidence to mirror across the shadows,
and to gather, ...
the eternity.
Of grace.
Amen.

Righteous Babe

I cannot.
Will you ask me to think about,
what such an ominous presence might be brought?
That, I've bring to you'll make god see poetry in motion...
upon no later date.
And in another life,
a hornets nest of activity.
Bee hives,
BEE HIVE...
Behave.
Oh you, in the smelly dog house.

The Inappropriate Nazareth

In this place called...
'espionage'.
What may reveal my, appearing...
only into character?
REALLY.
Misery, as...
$millions$
of people gathered.
Nude.

The hero crows.

Share with me!

That I've not been spoiled harvest.

Bruised...
/tomato seeds.

G I A N T.

You, I rather see me suffering.

I... The Wallflower,

There's something I'd rather not be doing?
It's nothing that's definitive...
when I was.
For this reason,
maybe I've considered another alternative.
So,
I'm lost.
But then again,
and truth held me on...
how self-righteous of you!
Nice to meet you,
Miss.
Mr.
Call me Mr.

You can stay on that side of the wall.

Humpty Dumpty.
Mr.

That's me.

On New Years Eve

I can smell the fear of danger beneath my feet.
I exist!
Control.
Under my skin.
Maturity.
Giving.
Taking that chance.
Living.
Breathing.
Not over confident?

Such a thrill...

Yet, at that moment,
I remember.

How I stood still,
just wanting you to look my way.
Feeling you.

Waiting for permission

If I believe,
you love me?
The conditions are perfect.
And your beautiful eyes...
tell me.

The Jonah Stone

An experiment between good vs. evil,
the domain of saints and our sacred lives.
mortgages...
bank fees...
water bills...
electricity....
but through it all?
I've commenced.
Judge me by name only.
I will see this now,
dungeons and dragons,
snakes and ladders.
A charged summoning,
rigor...
the volume rising.
Rubble, sifting through the vigor.

I'm in that place,
right under.

No.

None.

The earth's moon travels in a day,
our axis rotates within 24 hours.

And one day...

the light dawns upon us!

When I become talented,
that one day...
a wax statue is made in my honor.

That I've held onto gods crucifix,
around my bare neck...
the soul crowned.

This healthy renewal I found?

Promise me,
you'll walk with me...
into the light.

That you'll be there waiting,
and we'll all know where to meet again.

Where all of us,
mother / father / sister / brother
... we call each other's name.

The Devil's Jar

A cookie, filled with jars?
That doesn't make any sense!
But I knew that before you began taking me on.
Most - most...
most of all,
drop the ball.
I'm out of my mind.
I was out of my mind, starved.

French

I've forever heard the sound of my name,
said to me in the voice of a sexy french accent.
That's how I move apart.
Apart from...
a tiny reality.

Women

Woman.
I've been taking a nap along this journey,
and I've awaken to find you above...
I'm being raped by these images of incest.
But, in hindsight you've brought me to my knees.
I only want to sing your praises?
I want to sing about you.
I want this to be about us.
There's something else to be said.
The voice inside of me has yet to escape!

This is about my being raped as a child.

This week... I'll be starring in an independant movie.

The girl who is playing the part of a stripper, I'm her boyfriend in the movie.

My character is a priest, and I want to incorporate my own sense of the character's inhibitions... the priest is an exorcist.

In many ways, I found you out!
And the character, always remained the same.
You loved me for a brief moment, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.
There's a conflict without a clue,
do you see me wasting it?

Prophecy

There are days like these...
when perspective is a divide?
That on my side of the fence,
I keep on thinking.
Do you believe in miracles,
or if not.
And whether I prayed to god,
are you trapped.
But my wisdom tells me something,
much - much different.
To be or not to be...
the actor / poet / painter.
I've drawn to the conclusions,
the same way many have failed.
Instead, I write words
to express.
To my bitter enemies.
I know myself.
To my future unknown,
I detect a presense.
That, I will find the peace within...
to continue.

Natercia

My dear sweet godmother...
how I love you like a rose.
And I wished to god he would let you live!
The end is nearing,
and I cannot accept this.
I have faith in you,
and I never believed that you'd die so young.
I parish the thought.

A Tempest

I felt as though a famine came over me,
that was scary to watch happening.
How I know?
Do you.
But this, is no ordinary feeling/violent.
There's a danger of signals...
that lead me to love.
I'm out the hot ash.
Good for the days ahead!

Latte

I'll keep warm.
However, good...
I've thought about.
That because, in lying to you
I feel betrays trusting,
the outrage.
Here my skinny, latte.

Suicidal Haircut

There's a trendy nightspot,
condescending in its rue.
But... discrimination?
I've held my own.

Reinforcing Confessions

The unthinkable has happened!
I've learned how to become patronizing?
Patronized, you are...
choked.
Amidst this light,
shed.
I'm sure how the labyrinth of emotions may settle, finally.
I cannot hold up the weight...
HEAVY.

Comet Trails.

I don't recall ever seeing this before?
The moment I told you...
you'll never regret it.
That outfit suits you right!
And how lovely the stars twinkle,
in your presence.
Throughout the night.
But considering how lucky I've been to meet you,
makes me fill with.
That joy and happiness were exit signs,
such dear love.
Potato bag prince.
You young man.

Post Modern $$$

God you are a wallflower. I know you are!
That secret you possess like it's nobody else's business.
You sneeky, sneeky.
That's no way to rule the universe.
Now control your temper, and save us from hell.
I'm not like that.
So stop and free us, without wasting our time.
I've confused stiches, for power lines...
DAMN I PASSED THE Rorschach TEST.

New Orleans is Sinking

A sign of the cross.
Now listen to you as I speak?
The decathalon has joined us in,
(sign of the cross.)
To the will of god, to the meeting with the devil.
I'm no federal pioneer,
Bush.
Just let them starve!
Those savages in New Orleans!
God bless them all.
Praise thee to god,
the most high...
that their sins may be forgiven.
Bush, sold you out,
now god has unleashed back at you.
Poor, poor souls.

Furious Self Destructing (Hyper Chamber)

There's this rule,
that reverses.
The kind of nature I possess.
For not once have you seen me in color.
And on days like this...
I realize nothing.
Then, listen...
to my intently obscure manners of leaking.
I'm sloppy,
I'm not in it.
For you I may reconsider?
And, again,
the best I can do.
Layer upon layer,
the wood door opening;
THUD!
I've changed.
That much is true.
I've flopped.

Pole Vaulting

I self esteem, that drastically...
my entire life is some pike in the sand.
That somewhere or other, something somehow...
undoes what was?
And, throughout my expidition,
the climb to the top...
on my way falling.
Down to earth.
This apology.

The Research Project

Are you decensitized,
or split with indecision?
If no.
Yes, god is green...
my own shoes borrowed out!
And, I've been seen hung from a thread.
NOW, watching what follows,
holy water.
The voice of dreams inside.
That SCREAMS.
I believe.
Think and measure,
why am I talking?

I Ritual in Profession

There.
Over here.
You see me?
Now.
That does apply to you...
doesn't apply to me.
And on nights like these,
the beans.
You've underestimated...
my incompetence level,
confusing,
for overestimate of competence.
And, again...
a hunger strike of world self-destruction.
In New Orleans.
The Big Easy,
lord.
You didn't ask for it,
and of it any,
any of it.

Suspended in Animation

Daisy Dukes...
You had me at hello.
Now the time has come,
to answer my habitat.
Typical male on females?
A steel capsule ready,
launched into orbit.
My ears are still ringing,
from the fire that burns within me.