hide and seek with Satan
he searches in the dark
a path he's never taken
because I don't give a f*

tag the Feral
now their frozen
a tactic simple
counting clovers

play checkers with this devil
he awaits his blackened king
rise up to defeat another evil
triple jump that made him sing

tag the Feral
now their frozen
a tactic simple
counting clovers

my mist expires in your atmosphere
linen sheets adhere
around my throat, no fear
smell pheromones in the air
it's crystal clear, my dear
i am amiss without you near

self-controlled
white-knuckle hold
now conquered
cold and longing to spy a songbird
if only for a single moment
and nothing longer
i am somber but mighty fond of her
strong enough to say it still
and stronger now to do
smart enough to ponder it here
but dumb enough to squander it too
red hearts are lies
beating blood flows blue
it is true, did you hear?
i'm amiss without you near

i thought we were musketeers
turns out you're the puppeteer
pulling my strings, was as I feared
another way to ingratiate and endear
while I'm tied here waiting to hear a footstep
to take the next step
another level for this intimate project
but from this aspect with all due disrespect
you subject me to intense neglect
you're a ****** architect speaking scintillating dialects
only I can connect but I am a bad girl... so I guess I deserve it

my favorite show now that you mention
is when you are standing at attention
you brighten your eyes and your voice changes inflection
my indiscretion becomes your intention
but I digress, and bite through, throughout this blissful rendezvous
as we float like a feather into the bedroom together
past dawn until noon
it must be true
i am amiss without you

shaking head fumbles
gargled nothings mumbled
worth mere penny-dreadfuls
frothed from a madman's mouthful

mind crossed with jubilation
body stiffens with anticipation
accents lost in translation
accenting pure dedication
a death with no medication
no information or known cause
nor lineage left to applaud

a tick buried under the floorboards
choking back between dry heaves
attempts to spit beyond the pit lords
grisly hypocrites bereft of talent thy leave

benefits of my doubting the half-wit
pendulums toll dispelling lettered counterfeits
take another's history rewrite it to retrofit
mislabel a misfit drunken talentless twit

crossing paths serenaded with moss
cannons loaded with the fodder of loss
the poetic principle of fake balloons
the horse you rode in on will be forgotten soon

Dead before dawn, buried by noon
the honeymoon of the critically immune

So remiss
on no one's list
your name means something
on no one's lips

sang a new tune once they read in the tribune
how the tycoon who died years before they knew
having prose wrapped cocoons to metamorphose art
leaving blood-soaked memories in our tell-tale hearts

her pedals slick with dew
i want to cherish and nourish you
stealing sips down by the river
burning forests so she won't shiver

losing grip within her roots
mistakes made are nothing new
the sun hides but my, am I clever
a way to keep you fed forever

with an anger quenched on what's around
as the ruby remnants touch the ground
you're my favorite flower now... who knew.
so, what terrible thing should I do next for you?

atop a salt pyre as my patience expires
connections lingering remains uninspired
oxygen not required or desired, per say
emotions quickly squirrelled off of a blue man cliché

new tunes to hum before one does succumb
without fear here only space left for numb
twiddling thumbs awaiting a future unclean
dumb desire growing higher to be anywhere but here

pacing crescents and debating on evidence
waiting patiently for a resemblance of semblance
watching waning moons struggle to adhere
to a lone path travelled outside the atmosphere

bided time to find a single miraculous event
when you were right in front of my face.
how could i forget?

imagination increases volume
turning tip-toes to timpani's
beyond blackened corners creeks
become a violent cacophony

blustering bravery behind
blissful viewed blindness
soundly unfound in kind
not assuming such kindness

some suspicious activity
arousing anxiety sufficiently
nightmarish creatures nesting
unrested nestling convincingly
permanent peripheral paranoia
silence sings so suspiciously

leery look-out fear's fiends fight lightless
"911. What's the address of the emergency?"
screams recorded rendered symphonic

"what's going on? are you there by yourself?"
a bad man is in my home somewhere
"I need you to stay on the phone with me, ok?
Just wait until we get there."
(killing willingly with karmatic kindness)

never to be all knowing
seemingly ever wondering
feeling knowledge flowing
each time is left humbling

ripping at the pages as if some ****** maniacal freak
searching darkened spiders weaving webs that I would seek
digging up the graves of past and emptying out the drawers
ripping bones out of chests dispelling secrets of the lore

daunting such a quest loyalty shown is everlasting
suckling at the tree you for truth, left ever grasping
suffocating in secrets honest answers never known
kneel no more to the king of lies upon his sorrow throne

Survival, we ask, as life puts us to the task
encapsulate our pasts and look back with a laugh
Longing, belonging and falling in and out of
songs sing refrains for what remains of love

Why keep it together?
Why regret what we have done?
What's the good of freedom without any fun?

lonesome has become negated
metallic bars silver grated
maturity enhanced me
a temper now sedated

more decades slip by, yet
will to survive, never forget
as the sunrise shines a light
on my mistakes I still collect

frail and fragile while on my own
once feared, now fear is all I know
feels like on foreign streets I roam
how I miss my iron home...

friends a luxury once had
purely past tense in fact
now standing atop a stool
to carve a relic of the past

time travelled 50 years
knowledge was frozen
forced into a timely fate
that alone I had chosen

got myself a whole new view
institutionalized...
right before my eyes
regretting release... who knew?

King to Brooks 73
Checkmate

I came home
(Lip stick on your collar!)
she got trite
(hootin' and a holler, holler!)
I know I'm right!
(Please, don't even bother!)
I don't want to fight.
(Well tell that to your lover!)

She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
she's hysterical
she needs a medical

You really think
(I'd like to think I do...)
That you're the only one?
(Please, say it's not true)
Because I am all man too
(And all a rat)
Is this what you want to do?
(Don't grab me like that!)

She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
she's hysterical
she needs a medical

Screaming like a banshee until I can't hear
It's not her time of the month it's her time of the year
Why can't she get it through her one good ear?
If she doesn't like it, she can get outta here.

She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
she's hysterical
she needs a medical