Cold sweat
Soaking a little vest
Feel it caress
Each blemish
& bake up under the skin
Just...                     listen.....
I think that's the sound of my
Heart shiverin'
Though I can't really call it
One of the many....yes i seem to always   fall into this lawless state

Pitiful
Oh The great lull
Of insults
Cloaked head to toe with the **** your scared to face most
I scream into the ether
Either way just know
I hate hope
And holy moments
Lit up for showbizz
Do you copy-right?
I like how
The credits keep rolling
Whatever the weather
Or how separate we seem
Listen. I. believe. it. all
Starting with subtle stings of the sensory
So sensitive the skin it is
conscious of itself
Slowly you'll notice, what you were taught is false
The epitome of love is accepting
dreaded loss.. to convey what's sacred listen to a mouth that doesn't talk
I sprout chills like saplings now
Rapid wavelengths happening
will u accept this message
I'm meant to stumble
Then ultimately fall
it's a bit fictional
how
Real it all
looks
From the inside
It's like my soul shook
And took images
Of fish
In glass boxes
To project on the
Backs of my eyelids
To remind me how my insides
Can also breathe life
I can synch with those of different species
To unveil the secrets we need
To emit empathy

The unforgivable heat
Caused mania, was said to have made them
Turn in on each other
"The weak are meat and the strong do eat." The boss sighed
His walk was slow and refined


..low scoff turned high smirk
Mug's so mean, Men shiver in their spurs, they've learned
To tread lightly when time to speak
He is nasty, crude, and violent

Beyond focus
those sweet open moments
I'm breakin' open lotuses
To taste the holy ghost within
Never been good at anythin'
I reckon....but sin
Now to introduce
a fugative so elusive
I've only seen em move through fugue states
With an additude like Satan
A hangman waits to create
A rude awakening
For the late... Murderer made most wanted, "Well if I'm to die lemme ask real honest... why they ain't thought of grabbin' up my fellow robbers"?
The executioner stood mute over the killer then glared into
Them baby blues with such scrutinty
And replied "Who are you to
refuse your true humanness,
Or deny how intricate this system, which you are so
Infinitely rooted in.

Here's my brain buzzing with bees
Hurry hush the need to want and want and want no matter the number
Or painful the colors
That accent your energy
Throw a fit to entertain
Those who are bleak
They fall asleep
satisfied members of the audience
And all the words that were meant to come out bold and interesting
Most times were to cure the mess within
Sweet peasant, your much more than passer-by stuck begging
My heart yearns for your pain
Also, your wisdom
Just look at the many spirits lifted
From the simple smile
That coats your existence
Sweet, Peasant
I regret to mention
The climb will be more tediuos
Than you could envision..

You deny every gift handed to you
Just to feel something
When you feel too much too little too ugly
Too often

Prolonged Seconds
Painted on my Iris
The reflection I hide by closing
My eyelids
Tied them shut
To shun away a virus
In search of weak bones
To inject the violence
We're targeted
The auto-pilot *****
Devoid of sense
Go here, sign this
Another problem their paid to fix
The **** I see and hear
Sometimes makes me sick
So I sit wait and sit
Holding for another ******* expectation
Defeat, repeat, defeat, repeat:
While I hold my breath
Survive for a few more prolonged seconds
2-21-11

Let's be real...
Can a Libra love?
Oh ****, here she comes
Her essence is next to
the sweetest dove
I've found her innocent
Disposition's only a trick
Little games she creates
Then gets too bored to ****** finish

She said, "well what's the point of even fishing,
When I had caught the only fish who ever made me seem smitten.. The only time I spit
I LOVE YOU and actually meant it
To this day, I still wait
For it to say
A certain sentence
One so significant, so genuine

Deep down, I know it won't
So it mother ******' goes
I won't forget the time you told
Me that I didn't love you only loved the mold/ I sculpted
In my broken skull cap
As if you were just a ghost that
I didn't understand each tiny lil piece and couldn't read your atoms, just as easily, as I could breathe

You'll never fully believe this
I mean it's, awfully gd sad
So how bout ******* buddy
Truth is, I can't love  after that...
I Keep imagining the laughs
And All these flashes of magic
I never thought I had
I learned from you and yearned
For the few visits that I did get

Though most are
Mad moments I'll forever cherish

In all fairness I thought you
Should be taught a lesson too
Let you Stare off, sullen
not aware of what you do

He stomped my heart like a bug
Then proceeds to make an art
Of zapping my synapses
& harvesting my counterparts
(But Why though? You try and hide those /mighty ******
high hopes you have)
To build yourself a new start"