The Human Body
The pornographer asks for more attention and focus He dose not ask but pleads with audience to see art as cock And to wish away all the troubles of in this take stock The girl forced up by balloons can only control her hight By a sacrifice of safety in self but she calmly kills it so It was not the place to wonder but the action to bestow The hermit practices his alchemy in the basement of...
And Death Gave an Id
Then Death held out a pretty packaged parcel to the human He gripped it loose like cordial ginger He was begging the man to take his prize With that sunken lonly gaze only Death can bestow His fingers were cold and trusting And man was scared of just that trust and reling On his lifeline of innocence And Death said Come, take this package from me I know that you want to reep its...
Pen and Stone
And the hotchpot of needs is the great underweight And want still towers like infinity’s nothingness Bit by bit I decide to feel blessed But I is not a realm the poet can use For I can not tell I may only know
To Beloved, the Forgotten
To the miscreant who thinks The broken home is not a conciliate To the orphan’s replication Is but wealth mentally stricken To the sun of god walking in prada And the experimenter who needs him least But finds him most To the semi-autonomous personage Only controls by logic and numbers To the Street-Sweep with the holy job Of cleansing a heaven to sparkle like hell
Let Darkness Still Shine on Those Who Still...
Sugar coat an empty promise Of fortitudes and thwarts of daring do’s And all along the tree dose leave A single birr for a man too lacking in wealth to want it Rival up and die Keep me at a distance you sower so As not to interfere with the evil you know
King of the Shack
You now my never state Where the building stands in wait Because its perimeter is solidly fake The most real thing you can give Is a wavering of self Adream let get away
The bleb of courtesy comes to the surface As a waning of semantics waxing the preverbal Car and mind all freedoms thoughts even fighters Need a chance to calm a fist of harsh faith and debauchery The mettle of this sin is not perfect But at least the savior was straight with me
In Thought Word and need
If love is but epiphany Then where is the soul Why is that the sting of questioning Leaves the mans face blank and Then it finds a proper meaning as a detective Could he not educe the same as a man with identity Could Emerson not make his eye more visual To this self proclaimed god Or is the truly unbenounced too prominent to Be taken seriously To be found Is all this a portrait of...
After the rubble was photographed and the sex appeal Of a war-torn country fades All you are left with is memories for a pen unwieldy And a brain of self indevor and open interpretation Did you know my father once told me that good poetry Comes from a point of intrest truth and light But I want the light’s creator to be my poetry And I want the slimsy futile fantasy to keep it sane
There comes a time in every life to lead a path Broken in perfect sted of the mother’s regime Natheless the patriarch can’t be escaped For he is him as he is he If all the world devulged in the same manor Then we would only be in the feet if where the father stand
Deplorable sinning streets a a cities Great lights held bear Held time in contretemps and concrete The house is the remora The palace is but a place to worship The sole a places to hide
Beginning of Something to Question
And sweep and dance the ballet of courtesy And keep the fringed dress of curtain satin promiscuity On the floor of sham where it belongs It quits smoking yet again to ditch a deuced dirty habit Yet it could not foreign the look more convincing Than having the lit sin in his hand The devils scorn of truth and a harmonious matramony Of self and world is lit with every flick of a flame in...
Filling the Space
Sunsets on an apex Like a behemoth on a mole hill A speck of dust in space Screams the loudest for a deaf audience That just like the colors and laughs along And you should sit in that padded harsh red stitch That gave you comfort and ironic mobility The persnickety hairs the demean you from you neck out The lasting shiv of prison’s personality All a culmination of need that could...
History reminded of pasts And people of the lecture Not of the solace of the class But the disenfranchised are exploited for the better Rolling hills of what the man could take Ransom pills that stunt the growth These words only the musician can make Will cause the deep end to believe the dulcet note
Many of the Man
Pity is the crutch of the pretentious Said the snide the hurt simple time The sweeping fornicator in but his mind A wash a tickle of redemption from the mosh Of swilled love and alcohol To be alevitated by yet still the taste of his kill Of child and dear The sweet pinched ear The kindness the fond caress Far now to be careless Like snide pictures of photographs And dittys of second...
A Bee To Be
A perspicacious bee He found the flower to be more than aware Of her eleventh form and grace This was a gratuitous surmising on the bee’s behalf And shunned the flower from the hight of perfection The bee felt was his duty to say to He found a tree dead and barren Alone and forgotten by time and those whom care She was broken in a harsh matter of fact at her base And she was now a...
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The Baby Can Fly
Mobile factories in the desinence That shoot for the stars in quiet repose The outrance of his mind to be reaching Is not in his conscious but in his toes
Whispers of fluid from breath and young tongue Too busy herself with a husband and child rear Alone he blows his shallow dollar on the priests savior His small boy to be advantaged and suckled at like a toy For a to be winner of bread in an old seburban home To singular to be of his own My he not make his desision alone For it is but a question of preference Say the preface say the stone...
Paint a Picture Of
Love is just the deceit of hate The only truth Banksy loved to paint Or the loathing only the blind could create A tremble of a mural so bonny A heart viscid to the past embalmed me As it seemed a joke to true to be funny
The beauty of ammonia is in its design It rob the house of a stench in place of the New one it was then made to find Again the barter gives it a shuffle And the deck is staked against the ammonia whom is given the drug again And he then makes the filth of shoe and Need that should give the quiet pause And the restless a stir he grapples with the need to find a place in the milieu he...
Expostulate upon the myrtrs foot Only to be held by the lie he has you put Paregmenon or paregoric All medicin to the juxtaposition of the historic
And Let the Ship Evade the Sea Yet Again
Immutable law of cohesion in diversion In penance in placement and debt In what is not held but stale and under threat Of suicides and rainbows And salt on lips of ships like Cesar flows Like the vessel to lame to stow The swine of death by undertow Kiss me thine lip of eternity Or malice scientific perjury Phonographic calls to lovers never heard As if the tracks set forth should be...
And A Friend Of Mine Died
The obscenity of being the outsider The burden of knowledge without a means of change The crush of having this basterd villein And the play acted out in your minds wild eye For revenge you can not have Revenge that is not for you To pretect those from fate or themselves To keep the world at a safe distance from all it is Could not be Should be But all that you may attempt is to build a...
Sepia colored contacts And mints that can not outlast Of all the pornography displayed Tribulation of a nation abstained As a line drawn to scale For the map has a hard time to regale If it holds none but a fact not a flourish No a love but a gremlin discouraged To wipe away the blemish but not The repose left to be bought Sway the curdles as it is easer if deportation did occur Than...
he and his Pen
he could talk yet his point could not be found a frustration of pretension and gasconade was fraught with ease and tribulation and kept the ink from its magic bleed but let him be for it was emblematic of his half wake or full sleep
If trees could keep their form over the axes disheveling Not the pride-less sprat to give of his skin and find true rude If crow could fly with easy speak and overt grace Not the cimmerian sensuality his face may exude Then the mind could be safe from the fact it should
Sleep Should Come to Those Who Wish It Stay Its...
And the barter let go his rotund dialysis And his diabetes laced with acrylic arsenic and huborous Over a confident natural means Of weeding out the live weight Come yonder sweet fulcrum to give of a final wind To receive eternal breath
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And Mother Mary Said
The look from the masses as if below reading glasses Were not so poignant as if it passes For racesim started out with a good intention But like all hates they take a form to heinous To have been preformed by the likes of me Of course The fetial being could not stop the virus It spread as it dose with its leachy sarcophagus And fruitful endeavoring till she bust But how the sculpture of a...