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.