Sweat The Technique

Shadows Glow

cum on her

wait your turn

some motors turned

shake your fist...

down toward the neat mix;

Iced, Velvet & Sex

the great fix

twist & turn

your dinner tastes like

in park hit

shadows

He Ate Her

He Ate HerHole

it pays to have skills

decorated to a New world order
reflex to meet the touch;
laughter with a touch
closing into shape

so far from the Joker
a scream to clash up hill
love was so vain Batman came
loaded crystal closed often skull

scream bloody murder inside the palm of her hand
behind the bloody scream...
decorated pillow;
shape to prune grapes after all a shake

below the cherished one after all the skull bones dry
carefree from the charge
onto the next episode vain uphill
He ate herhole

which way do we go ?
slam to the conclusion;
the British cum...

Sally The Vampiress

Sally The Princess

Sally was a princess chosen for the throne
but riders in the night took her out of sight now she's gone
in the darkness they took her as a thief
there lay frozen in time a reminder to shine

their were kings and queens & guilotines
dragons brewing in the mist a hero to quench
there was a fight chosen for the crown so sound the alarm
fading in the background the visual

In the light of the midnight moon,
I saw a sight so cold,
A woman so fair,
With raven hair,

Her eyes knew visions untold,
She took a tallsman from 'round her neck,
And sang an ancient vow,
Casting the charm aside,

She let out a cry
For wings she did grow
And into the night,
She took flight,

'Cause a woman she was no more.

Until The Fat Lady Sings

I'm naked underneath these clothes I wear

I'm cold and in need of a blanket

I walked down the street to where I was grown

saw the Mickey Mouse Rock & Louisa May Alcott stone

I stood on the porch where once I smoked some grass

reflected on my past

　

at a clear glance the pillow where I masturbated with

sex is not love its a lie from Satan

mother making breakfast frying the bacon

listening to Steve Miller & I was late for dinner

little frogs little girls with hairs in curls

making forts in the woods

poison ivy up to no good

　

Beer caps the trace of Goldi Locks

ice cream man while working on my tan

little voices with brand new choices

the bargain basement blues not to mention Huey Lewis & The News

standing tall at the mall with beer can in hand by the graveyard

Skull & Crossbones

　

　

Skull And Bones,
hands on the heart,
finger on the button...

chosen, and groomed,
covered by the veil,
world by design.

economics held,
population control,
Aids and starvation,

and war after war.
oil rigs, nuclear nights,
done step by step;

all part of the plan....
Skull And Bones!

Bled by wind, broke by sea,
Can you hear the Corsairs sing?
Whispers from the mountains long,
Waters sing their silent song.
Rising from the hungry deep

Skulls and Crossbones speak
Crafty tales and legends spun
When the moon obscures the sun.
Coarse chafed lips and bucket breath;
Massive arms and heaving chests,
Short broad swords in knotted sheaths,
Knifes clamped tight in blackened teeth.
When they raid the helpless ships
R...

After The Rain

　

she dreamed of simple things not beyond her means

to frolic amidst the dust of tranquility

a tug at her heart would light the inner spark of what she neded to know

　

She leaned upon her balcony, in the darkness,

Folding her hands beneath her chin;

And watched the lamps begin

Here and there to pierce like eyes the darkness,--

From windows, luminous rooms,

And from the damp dark street

Between the moving branches, and the leaves with rain still sweet.

It was strange: the leaves thus seen,

With the lamplight's cold bright glare thrown up among them,--

The restless maple leaves,

Twinkling their myriad shadows beneath the eaves,--

Were lovelier, almost, than with sunlight on them,

So bright they were with young translucent green;

Were lovelier, almost, than with moonlight...

The Death Of Zoe March

it had started to rain on the night that she first decided
to make her way onto a graveyard scene for it was none other but Halloween
a black cat pranced passed her view she didn't know what to do
so like a fool she took a risk going into a nearby crypt
features were in her eyes as if a fake disguise
wearing a black dress as if gothic apparel
while inside she wept forgetting the things she missed
suddely a knock came at the door lest it was a bore
a hand was extended toward her back almost giving her a heart attack
for it was the beloved care taker inspecting the situation
before he left Zoe had confessed she needed to be alone in her solace
for their she remained an an hour had passed
this time a figure came toward her with piercing eyes and teeth
grabbing her by the neck and soon she would forget
after making a feast of the fare lady Zoe the figure had left

Hit A Tender Nerve

　

freedom is just another word

we search through loose loop holes

at the parting of the seams

yet I stand alone outside

through its briars of ivy dew

for I hit a tender nerve

as if you haven't heard

inside we hide behind four walls that bind

we can mix words in the sultan of swing

in its direct correlation between love and fate

words are like weapons they wound sometime

　

through lucid dreams we can come aware

the sullen brevity in which we share

I shed a single tear to numb its pain

not having her in my arms is driving me insane

through the flame the heart skips a beat

from my head down to my feet

sounds of laughter hidden in its embelished prompt

hit a tender nerve toward that of a want

time will teach all of us the path toward our journ...

Eternity

lucid dreams with hay
a cloud permeats vast colorization in the sky
charcoal apathy
the hope to be set free
silence

eternity
has taken a great hold of me
in the vast scheme of things
there is a remedy

we treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before
faces, traces & spaces
on a pillow I lay my head to vast dreams in flight
forget the night for the day is also far spent

at the base of the frame lies my feet
a shudder of vast decorum to greet
my heart then skips a beat
yet only to awake to so much more but what ?

Swan Song

When I am gone, I leave to you
the sunlight that sparkles on the lake
the fresh green grass and the scent of lilacs.
You may have all birdsong and a billion stars
and a soft warm breeze to touch you in my stead.
I leave you the seasons and their unending procession
deep roots and swallows swooping in summer blue sky.
White fluffy clouds and sunsets, you may have those too.
Fresh green leaves, ancient woodlands and gnarled bark,
the first crocus as it peeps through springs dark damp earth
and every russet coloured leaf that swirls in autumn is yours.
Ocean waves and soft sand, shells and driftwood, as much as you can carry.
Every friendly dog you pass in the street, the wag of their tails is just for you.
And when snow falls as it invariably will, its deep silence belong to you, just you.
The sound of every bell, the tinkle of every windchime, all yours.
Dapple...