Wasted Elegance

From what alphabetical order do you file...
all the problems I own?
And, I love passing tests.
It's not your fault!

Cosmetic Surges in New Aged Philosophy

Epsitimology never looked or felt like this before.
Its brought me here?
This angel in the dark.
I look beautiful.
And the many - many different sides of my personality!
Only to hear myself speak, once.
That I love you.

(Hasn't changed.)

There, there

I feel sad, lonely.
Maybe even hungrier than usual?
Strange.
Very strange!
How very - very.
Strange.
That the same cannot be said.

DoubleD Crossing

Because things have changed;
there's tremendous beliefs.
Vulnerability, the future?
And I do believe.

Coffee - Chinese - Food

Dearest god almighty.
The power you have - mercy on my soul.
I had the strangest experience today?
I had the feeling I wanted a baby girl in my life.
Just wow.
With a woman.
I felt like a man.
Unpossessed!
You filled me with serenity.
Oh Lord.
That color of blood mixed with -
wine.
Intoxicating.
It intoxicated me.
And I loved it...
every moment.
Beautiful purple and gold,
velvet.
No wonder.
Only this.

Fire - Fire

Someone I approached in the dead of -
night.
Telling me, connections...
connections.

Cut.

(Retake.)

Such a bad movie!

I saw - it
happening.


But was I really there?


Perhaps.

Perhaps only hurt -
to hurt to dream.

A lot of my poetry has been based on experimentation. A good use of expression. And creates itself.

The act of privacy - Does not instruct

Don't -
don't do it.
Do not inform.
Don't instruct me.
Don't invade my privacy.
Do not instruct.
Oh, the complacency!
This art exhibits...
quality.
A quality -
that's expectant?
But my dear Shakespeare;
didn't Oedipus fall in love with himself?
(The plagarist he was, Shakespeare.)
But Hamlet did suffer from an identity crisis -
therefore I adopted him as my offspring.
My unborn children.
Oedipus that tyrrant -
such a fool.
My back against the wall...
and the wheels haven't yet fallen off?
Friendship -
dead to all.
Come -
I will lead you.
What?
What?
What?
I ask.
Myself.
I ask myself -
What?
And on this journey,
I stumble upon a wreckage...
abandoned ships at sea.
Colors beyond borders,
without measuring personality or virtue.
I just act -
I'm only acting on each and every syllable,
letters,
verbs,
prayers?
From an inch I notice,
out of place in a passing minute.
The hands on the watch...
tick -
tick -
tick.
Ticking.
Like a time bomb.
Set to explode,
ready to unleash my fury!
But I punish no one -
not a soul.
And my mind aims at the ready.
The moment to chime the bell.
Dling-dong.
Come out from the shadow -
you wicked female!
Male horse!
Equus!!
From the darkness.
"You silly boy."
...she had said to me.
I continue to listen -
she says,
"You are all so very gullible."
I do not speak.
Tell me more,
"I'm red riding hood,
you are the wolf."
"You have to excuse me -
I wear this key around my neck for my executions."
I'm only too aware -
vaguely farmiliar with the surrounding...
METAPHORS.
Do not be the judge!
Only I see the jack-o-lantern.

If looks could kill...

I'd rather gamble.
The power of greed;
the greed for power?
Iced - the hurdles of...
DOOM!
I'm DOOMED!

You - you
masochist of words.

Trasformation...
composition.

I beg of you - tolerance.

My mistake,
that misread?

My opinion on subjectivity

Mr. Winter -
I feel the cool breeze.

And as I approach.

All digression allow...
PERMISSION.

This promise;
I kept,
hidden!

Upon eve.

Day.
Breaking news -
discretion.
You discern me?

For the critique of art,
I am an artist.

For the love of creating -
is enough.

For I'm feeling blessed.

Happy Birthday

On this piece of line, a thread of wire.

On the end of a rope. Tied.

- Knots

Stop the plugging;
use a plunger.

Stop these defenses from coming across -
to show fear, disregarded.

Squishy re-entry

CRUNCH!
I recognized.

C-R-U-N-C-?H"-Y

"F?L?A?V?O?R?E?D"
k is for - cancer - your majesty.

Corn flakes.


The eyes -
these eyes!!!!!!!!!


Do orgasmic -
the same.


Squish.
Squish.
Squish.



Monkey jam tastes funny.



Squish.
Squish.
Squish.




You beside me -
yeah, you...
beside me.




My favorite lady bug;
don't kill the lady bug!




I would never.

Dissipating

It's a little miracle;
-the kind you see -
nor hear!

But when I'm feeling sad,
I watch the birds taking flight...
wings spread open.

And I love to sing.

All sorts of songs.

In my practice of being a poet.

I write.

In my practice of being a man?

A warm latte, a cup of love.

I possess no dogma.

My timing is - perfect -

Stretching my limits

Threshold -

I know.

Very - very
expensive taste.


Permanently.
Damaged.


Sweet peas...
turtles.


The woman ,
she left.


I sat there waiting...
waiting?


Over the horizon -
came a small,
stone.


Then, in the palm of my hand -
I captured.


I realize how special I am.
Showing where it hurts.
Breathing a slow-er, breath.
- Seeing my heart shine!

I want -
...everything.

My pain to to heal.


In the shadows.

My Individuality

Somewhere between space and time...
along.

Where did my memory evaporate?

Out into thin air!

How was I approached,
when the bridge collapsed;
- all I can remember -
is falling.

White Man

Full tilt.

Upright vacuum-cleaners.

I've tripped myself over!


The right look?


For a good cause -

My present: 'situation' ~

Stimulation /
Solution +

Illusion? / Imagery/ Physical Respresentation

Modesty

There's a LOT of ground to cover.
I've made up my own, mind.
Such typical behavior.
A Metaphysical response?

Cape Cod

This tasty, filling, terribly smell of fish.
Time against reason.

Don Juan DeMarco
Marlon Brando

I'm missing my art and soul.

In the spirit of Oscar Wilde

In this the spirit of Oscar -
Wilde.
I'm not going to eat that, again!
Never!
NEVER.

And, remodelling has stopped.

Now, we eat.

Thank you -

For desert -
what's on the menu?

A performer - what name art thou.

My name is pet.

That's your name.

Now, we eat.

Good, fortune-cookie reads;
the message states...
YOU ARE A BIGOT.

In the name of Jesus.

How can I afford to sit here?

Simple -
if you are American.

An american knows not they play fairly,
just don't abuse them.

Illustrations of a saphire rose - tattoo. (From the edge)

My existing beliefs;
have left this galaxy.
I don't like the use of those words...
verbs have meaning when only -
used in the past tense!

But alas.

Alas, my child.

I'm happiest,
when I'm not happier...
whether I be sad or lost and lonely.

Alone in the wilderness?

Perhaps,
dynamite could enforce my -
own...
crazy thoughts.

CRAZY.
C - R -A - Z - Y

(I don't like that word.)

Clown shoes - hanging from the ceiling.
I resisted.

My god -

How I reject you!

Like a saphire rose.

Normal. - Not normal.
More normal then me.

The competition / the alibi / I'm still here

FOR WHATEVER + REASON

I forgot to spell out what I thought / about you.

I forgot...

- Now I mentioned you to the authorities,
- you forgot.
- You still forgot.

Of course the battle you forgot.

What did you whisper?

The post.

Now I've become - /monster/

And the anger is.

IS.


IS.

GIGANTIC.

Secret Admirer

A picture of me, Marco.
This change of season...
Portage and Main.
Where the leaves turn over another year!
And I regret wondering what if?
But not today.
Today.
The weather has been delightful.


Jackknifed

Tin - Tin - Rum

I don't enjoy the fact.
We had fought over...
nothing.
Let's talk over coffee.
A warm surprise!
Co-operated.
Hear me rattling.

Steel quilts put together of fabric

Pieces I made...
to test.
Not to test YOU.
I'm testing you!
You tease.
You gnarly teaser,
teasing my tears.
Soft cheese,
on tender burgers.
Foil wrapped delicacy.
I've shifted -
gears.
VROOM...
V - R - O - O - M.
Full metal jackets.
Going too F A S T.

V -R - O - O - M.

Scaring others beliefs.

I wake up.

Entering the nightmare!

Oh what a stomach.
It aches.

And this horse drawn carraige I ride inside.

In a coma,
choking on medicine.

The Implications of Virtue

I've become threatened.
Yes - threatened.
Treated superficially by others!
But how?
But why.

Is it so hard, to feel.

To feel the name.

On my face.

Above, the chariot that rides off.
I touch.
I diservice.

And the SEMI.

Hitting this wall,
COLLIDES!

Crushing Grapes

I'm still -
laughing.
Inuit.
In inuit.
Poor me!
But instead,
I smile regularly.
I've been crushed before,
but nothing like this EVER.
And I plowed my way down the rivine,
with a sleigh on wheels...
canoe ashore.

I'm not your favorite?

You're my belittled friend.

After we met,
since -
ever since.

HAPPY TRAILS.

Moments that regard perfection

Make me a target!
I ask...
if you hold my hand.
Take my breath,
and give me life.
Then truly,
this world would be complete.

The Monarch

This hasn't made me think more,
I already knew.
But for some reason...
like clock work -
you wind me down.
And having met you,
I realize things may never be the same again?
But I've carved out this piece of my heart for you.
And maybe,
we'll do it again.
Down the same path I took.
Just to spin us around.
Without the open wound.

Welcoming in the shadow

The smell of autumn -
I -
dream...
of, Jesus.

I'm leaving you;
not leaving.

If heaven exists -
tonight falls,
there's no place else to hide from!

And this is where we'll dance...
like children,
on the brighter side of the moon.

Welcoming in the shadows,
with my pail of gold?

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.

The Fragrance of Incense

There are no such things as defects,
I take everything as constructive.
I will not neglect my own values for integrity.

To remove the guilt.

Though in every way...

Dangerous Attraction

I've LOST IT.
Forgive ME.
How can I be forgiven, father?
My lord.
The power of danger is lust.
And on this holy day of reckoning,
I pray to thee.
Have mercy on my soul,
and I beg of you to spare the death.
For the awakening of,
many - many.
The main entry to heaven,
reads, "WARNING: PUNITIVE" language?
What about forgiving me...
for the restoration of my senses,
and the belief I cry upon your mercy lord.
Give us mercy lord,
bring us together.
Amen.

Unfriendly Altercations

What is the goal?
I repeat myself...
over.
It's not the abuse.
What conflict has emerged within the scene,
that I acted on confrontation.
There's a chance.
That agressively, you mistook me.

Misbehavior

At the same time, a token of my sincerity...
this gift I bring you.
But alas it wasn't meant to be?
Something about me told you,
something about you told me something.
That reading between the lines,
stuck in my head...
out of my MIND!
And through it all,
I helped you...
inch closer.
Next to me,
a banana peel on my cranium.
You did turn me on, woman.
Thank you, for being there with my supper.

I'd create, the future awareness I now possess.

For you make me smile, even when I'm not around...
you're real down to earth.

Presenting Clumsiness

Hello there!
And today the sound of clutz.
Perhaps a far more distant reality than an ideal,
doesn't even exist?
Unrealistically, I've continued to worship...
in less detail,
distinct observation.
I beg your pardon.
In times of need, my shoelace becomes untied.

Insecurity showing, validation.

Pushing the envelope

There's this room of spontaneity,
when not pushing for the envelope.

And while I waited.

The Albino Rhino

There's no verification I need to be repressed myself.
In fact, I'm no more vulnerable today...
then I was yesterday.
I'm only less tolerant.

Velvet Letters Underground

There's something about dignity and humanity,
most don't understand?
However, in the blue beneath...
I wonder how much of my youth has left me.
Perhaps, there will be a time,
of purpose that...
the words I express become clearer each ready.
And, from this day forward.
I presume, nothing.
Nothing can stand in the position I'm available.
Because, time doesn't exist.
Because, in order for myself to become something,
I must manage the feelings I already have.
To own, the best chance I create for myself...
to live beside the shadow.
Come, my dear.

Later on, the moment will be setting you free!

Now, you've seen me.

Taking off my clothes.

Join the graces of my only motor, myself having built...
a training ground for noisy tools.

Against, the killing of my irritablity,
you should know more about how I function.

You think I can listen.
I tell you not to stop.
Over coffee...
we've added in sugar.
You've decieved only yourself.

How do you survive?