so, i was a litle far gone, when i wrote these, lol

in space/ the stars are no nearer/

said the closer you get/ the smaller the glimmer/ a glittering morgue/ of the virgin mary/ stood cryogenically/ frozen/ like a moth/ who stares in the flame/ and unattached to teh world/ cause it will never heal/

virgin mary/ is a medical phenom/ she is a woman/ with a brain clot/ gave birth/ through epileptic seizure/ loveing one another/ used to be the norm/ to save the world/ from anti-depressants/ we wish she was the queen/ just once more/ and give birth to the/ king of kings/ with a broken face/ but we are to afriad/ that the virgin mary/ may miscarry/ and the insects of the human/ race will run around/ in a scattered nature/ with no one/ to believe in/ popping vicdin/ on a spoon/ by the hand full/ refill my perscription queen/ its so white/ in the room/ and the morgue is just/ so pretty.

cut the head off the rose. and feel its wiggle/ in the grasp of a forsaken/ leader/

mother mary/ miscarry/

feel the flame warming up a/ little closer to me/ lets join hands/ and walk near/ to keep warm/

Diablo thy Grande

said i pray on my knees/ to change the ways of the world/ i have the ambition to move/ mountains/ on a drunken forest and/ with the high lights of golden tipped sunlight/that is read through the discomfort/ of blurred vision/ restless in that nature of all humans/ and found in the/ continuum/ of ever vast/ knowledge/ that sits awake/

for hours on end/ an idea you ponder/ for weeks on end/ the blunder we sunder/ to attempt to crack/ the safe of love/ and heart of gold/ with the flowers/ of old/ and the phoenix of new/ the born creation/ of a catastrphic demise/ with a new birth/ somewhere in the/ middle of a fallen star/ that fell in and on the mid/ way solar system/

to breath a new breath/ the first bit of life/ into a new born baby/ that is cold/ in the dark eyes/ of a martyr/ who decides to hand off/ ownership/ and pass off/ the gavel/ to a new judge/ but to contemplate/ for many years/ the decsion made/ in the multi/ cultural division of faith/

Eye said what

eye see/ with out I's/ and eye feel with out touch/

see from within/ feel where i feel/ let the feeling lacerate you brain/

without sight/ its all black as night/ a hidden forest/ to amble and feign about/ with no sense of direction/ no feeling of care/ an empty void/ go where your content/ and live in a day/ life without death/ sleep without dreams/ night with out day/ eye without I/ follow myself in a circular path/ though my eyes are closed/ i feel this track/ has been may a trod/ and symbolically read/ in innuendo and cliche/

Hypocrite

i stop and wonder/ what adversity is in my lifetime/ being young and strung/ out in knowledge/ open to everything/ how else can i live/

being a young kid growing up in america/ small and blonde/ gay and eccentric/ quick to pick a fight/ of intellect/ to fight off religion/ but still in need/ of guidance/ looking for that arrow to point me/ but refusing to believe what can not be seen/

open to interpretation/ knowledge is my opium/ the need to crave for even more/ and delve into the books an study/ but disgraced for my appearance/ and for my sexual lifestyle/ denotes anything i can accomplish/ with a scar on the edge/ like all that bill clinton had done/ is over shadowed/ by his one mistake/

never trust a person/ if they trust you/ the world rolls on/ with or without you/ if you and i do not/ fit into the worlds/ perfect model/ and obide/ by the worlds standards of norm/ the discrimination is great/ and the world still rolls on/

religion is against us/ but people are for us/ the gay life/ is now more accepted/ with the damnation of humans/ more ppl are now open to change/ yet have a holdfast on their ancestral views/ a vice of reason/ and a griping feeling of emotion emerge/ people are all good/ in some aspect/

but standing back/ and looking on i would judge me to/

Ramble Ramble Rant Rant

ask me if i am open/ to just the idea/ of a followed path/ a pillow of silver/ and cloth lining/ that is the deadliest trap/ ever laid/ to test amongst/ the ruins of man/ and grade the greed/ of the pacific and pacifing side/ of the sickliest sheep/ that looks the healthiest/ and causes one to be ill/

when written rants/ and poetic muse/ is on crack/ a quickened overdrive/ double entuant/ a sudden urge/a mystical splurge of energy/ a beginners thought/ no editing/ when its ruining your/ artistic ferver/ and the genuis/ that one wishes to engulf/ is a natural sound/ like a crashing waterfall/

like some good ass sex/ and a climatic viewpoint/ left the draw out/a purpose/ and a cause/ a moment in the heat of passion/

Stupid Advice

said i got some shit to go thru/ and i think its about time that came to terms/ with it/ its a long haul/ and its beginning to hang on my conscience/ i think that i got to make up my mind/ on where its going to go/ where am i going to go/

all my useless advice/ that i fed to you/ trying to improve you/ to reach my own specifications/ and you make you what i wanted/ goddamn did i ever fail/

watch the clock on teh wall/ feel it slowing down/ counting each of my faults on its ticks/ and each of my failures on its tocks/ when i try/ got my head in the clounds/ you should see how it feels/ to come to terms with your own failures/

got my head in teh clouds/ here i stand the accused/ i should try it with/ my feet on the ground/ feeling tired and bruised/ said i found my own/ and i have no escape/ the taste of failure/ is so bitter/ there is no escape/ from the realization.......//////

all my form fitting/ for your head in the clouds/ from all my stupid advice/ from all my stupid advice/

Bounty on your Head

i have all the time in the world/ your tied up right next to me/ you can not run/ but you can hide/ the thoughts in your mind/ and the catching glimpses/ and chance causes/ that give small slivers/ and little glimmers/ of hope that evade/ the governor of reason/ and declare it unruly/ where sudden burst movements/ are the norm/

finger nails/ cant cut through rope/ but you my dear/ are tied in thread/ oh so thin/ try to push it off/ squeeze/ it cuts right through you/ efforts in vain/ cause injury and pain/ self inflicted/ is the way of teh walk/ around here/ your stuck/ and stick in the midst/ of snow where/ one prays to god/ that it just cant get in/ to the hidden room/ tied up and in pain/ where mysical blood/ is poured and sprayed/ like a hidden aroma/ in some potpourri/ a rose thumb/ and a thimble/ of unicorn blood/ to sit and drink/

to devour in the concert of the kingdom cum/ where the raised hairs on your arm/ tell of the future/ of the megalomanic inside/ where the blood is painted/ on the faces of the damned/ and drank into oblivon/ at the price of quick silver/ and mercury/ predicted to give you/ eternal life/

said i got a bounty on your head/ and a price for you./

Bathe In Heavenly Waters

bathed in heavenly waters/ i see thru new found light/ a casting shadow/ and an allowance/ on borrowed time we beseech/ thehonor to/ st at te table/ with heavenlylight/ casting upon us/

the lit path/on a darkened road/ with only a latern to see/ cracks and pits/ with hddens secrets/ and misinterpretations/

Wanderers get shot in the Head

el duce/

damn the apostale of violence/ and his statistical deaths/ a thousand murders/ and we cheer him on/ the more the merrier/ like they say/ a thousand man platoon/ and a salve for the itch/ the bastard let loose/ on the unwilling village/

start with spears/ throw some rocks/ get gunned down/ in teh chest/ un-needed un seen/ death in the congo/ from a sniping hole/ a impressionist on paper/ said a bullet thru the forehead/ was an awful face for a christmas card/

Hookah Hiatus

i am sitting here/ light-headed as hell/ thinking/ why do i put all/ of this blame upon myself/ i can barely see straight/ and there is an aching in my gut/ the smoke from the coal/ wafts around in the air/

the hookah hose/ just sits next to me/ on the bed/ like a snake skin/ that has molted/ and is just left behind/ like a rememberance of a lost phase/ that one has more than matured out of/ or the forced uphevel/ out of a confident stage of adolecence/

my eyes do not se straght/ and are burning from the smoke/ my gut is twisting from the/ menthol lemon/ my legs feel weak and shaky/ like a milion little ants are crawling over them/ and tickling each pore/ of my body/ my neck/ no longer wants to hold up my head/

Playing with the dead, so lets get a Franchise

love/ is dead/ and i am the assailant/ hired to kill it/ i shot it with a sniper/ and i took some amphetamenes/ before hand/ i was out of my mind/ when the model angel/ was shot/ aphrodite was a jeolous wreck/ i did it for an 8 ball/

shit/ got caught again/ but i was bailed out by god/ musta been cashing in/ my poker chips/ and praying hard enough for a second chance/ damn/ hey damian and diablo/ handed me in/ for a franchise in heaven/ .35 cents/ per a soul/ seems win win/ cause once you get there/ you dont leave/ must be an honest profit/ playing with dead ppl/

Babby Babyy of a Baaby Babe

outside me/ is inside you/ and inside you/ is inside me/ but out side us/ in no guarentee/ cause baby

i wanna see from within/ and where your love begns/ said i want to FEEL/ where i become REAL/ in a living sequence/ of dribbled dots on the inside/ of your love/ and i want to get/ inside of your mind/ and feel just fine/

i wanna see myself sitting/ in the entrance of your heart/ watching my shadow telling all else/ to fuck off/ cause only i can get in/ with no accident/ or repercussion/ baby oh baby oh baby/ oh mine/

Sigh---strange

i want you to come here
get in with the in crowd
you dont kno what your missing
cause i make it all
and i spray it all
so well
sad i found a way
ani think i know
where it goes
i try to stick and stab
and wish and wash
on a pad of shit
and a business

hour
dont mean shit
cause in a day
i make it all
what it says it is

pick a random beat
and just write and write
to a juxtapositioned
rhythm
just go go go
and go

got to feel it
its reverbrates in your veins
and it feels cold as ice
but you wanna let it go
said let it go
and bring it all back
bring i to to the soul of the art
and brag and grab and pull and fool
your heart
in a twisted way

cause its not about violence
its about
love AND PEACE
AND FAMILY and VIRTUE

WARRIORS UNITE
and feel the way it goes

sit down and have a content reunuin/

drink some wine
go to church
concesession adn communion
worship shit
and grab a way
pull a four five
on a glock knock and feel a real deal
n' the feet that shuffle done the street and grab a life
and take a swig
get that shit
bitch


sit and relax
chill
it still
and feel it real and peel it
for real
grab a handful of lettuce
and let us get a fool fall
of action

the rhyming game

i know wat they say about me i hear them talking dirty talk/ on me/ about how i am a failure/ and so strange that i can never come/ up the te level of normalcy and that/ they hope will be lost inbetween/ and i try to play but i forget to lay/ my cards down on the table./ rendering me unable. to participate in for thei big prize that just happens to lie/ in the twinkilig eyes/ of the pretty blonde/ with the not so long/ hair/ whose perfume/ is the strongest in the air. and i fear my dear i will fall on the stool/ in front of you....

Wiggety wiggety whack whack

come on baby feel my weight/ stepping over the ropes/ imma take a challenge/ and admit a full/ bottle of testosterone/ imma kick an ass/ and skin its hide/ spend the stacks of skrilla/ and the bottled coke/ drop a lock of hair/ on the mat/ said what./ say what what what/ said i never needed school/ cause i got some intuition/ and a mind to go/ and i dont need the skirila mill/ from a 9-5/ i got my own and i make it shown i pull/ some weight. on the way. to the weigh in station/ i dont take shit/ no crap from the ass/ hole that you talking to/ i never pull worst. cause i got i full/ bit of bitch. syndrome. and i tolerate none/ you treat me/ like i am a drug/ call me into amsterdam/ im legal on three corners/ and all in demand/ i got a cock fight. going o said a black and an asian/ you beat who/ bitch please/

extra virgin olive oil

i wrote your name in white out/ hoping i crossed it out/ hoping i could write over it/ but it was a darker shade/ on the black paper/ the one who seeks/ an answer was the true failure/ in an attempt that his castle/ built by the many hands/ of tiny giants/ that stood in the air/ on the escaped bridge/ to a soveriegn state of well being/ where the true hope was a failed man/ and a vagabond is the hero/ the cowboy gets shot/and the robot is governor/ where the castle in the sky/ is suspended by the drawbridge/ held anchor in our hopes/ written in the black bible/ and protected with the silver skin/ of the unicorn princess/ skinned and scalped in the/ ceremony of harvest/ teh offering sacrifice of a pure virgin/ who built their love/ on natural causes/ the olive oil that dripped and secreted/ through the fingers of/ the slippery lies/ that no one holds true/

you like them serial rapists

water distorts vision/ and tears dialte eyes/ maybe your brain is somewhere in/ themix/ of bullshit/ taht gets torn and tosses/ out in the mixed/ racetrack/ of a life/ that should not be in mix/

tell me what you see/ when you seee a sad/ litle figure/ just sitting in the/ corner of a room/ sinking and sulking/ on his home made/ bed of nails/ causing his own pain/ worst than what is should be/ what do you see when you see/ blue eyes/ turned red from tears/ does pity and empathy/ run thru your being/ or perhaps remorse/ for the inability/ to be able to find a better outlet/

would you rather that little kid/punched shit to/ his satisfaction/ and took ut violence on his/ peers/ does this make him more manly/ does it qulify him to be a man/ a bigger brute/ and an american/ a homophobe/ an uptight fuck tard/ right wing/ republican/ perhaps a serial rapist/ jsut to fix is control freak problem/

you like them serial rapists

water distorts vision/ and tears dialte eyes/ maybe your brain is somewhere in/ themix/ of bullshit/ taht gets torn and tosses/ out in the mixed/ racetrack/ of a life/ that should not be in mix/

tell me what you see/ when you seee a sad/ litle figure/ just sitting in the/ corner of a room/ sinking and sulking/ on his home made/ bed of nails/ causing his own pain/ worst than what is should be/ what do you see when you see/ blue eyes/ turned red from tears/ does pity and empathy/ run thru your being/ or perhaps remorse/ for the inability/ to be able to find a better outlet/

would you rather that little kid/punched shit to/ his satisfaction/ and took ut violence on his/ peers/ does this make him more manly/ does it qulify him to be a man/ a bigger brute/ and an american/ a homophobe/ an uptight fuck tard/ right wing/ republican/ perhaps a serial rapist/ jsut to fix is control freak problem/

you like them serial rapists

water distorts vision/ and tears dialte eyes/ maybe your brain is somewhere in/ themix/ of bullshit/ taht gets torn and tosses/ out in the mixed/ racetrack/ of a life/ that should not be in mix/

tell me what you see/ when you seee a sad/ litle figure/ just sitting in the/ corner of a room/ sinking and sulking/ on his home made/ bed of nails/ causing his own pain/ worst than what is should be/ what do you see when you see/ blue eyes/ turned red from tears/ does pity and empathy/ run thru your being/ or perhaps remorse/ for the inability/ to be able to find a better outlet/

would you rather that little kid/punched shit to/ his satisfaction/ and took ut violence on his/ peers/ does this make him more manly/ does it qulify him to be a man/ a bigger brute/ and an american/ a homophobe/ an uptight fuck tard/ right wing/ republican/ perhaps a serial rapist/ jsut to fix is control freak problem/

Good poems but I hate the forward slash thing, I geuss I'm just a comma and period person.