Like what the **** were you doing,
playing around like that?
That auto-erotica
is some serious business.
You wanted choking
to come
& now you hang there
lifeless.
Was dying worth it trying?

You called me your sweet angel
once
a long time ago.
Then you hurt me,
burned me up
in my own funeral pyre.
You stacked me high,
lit the torch with
your dark heart
& stood there laughing
as you watched
my spark die,
spiral back
into Heaven
without my wings.
Why?

It revolves around a certain spirit,
bands striking chords,
chords deep in our young hearts,
the beautiful artists of rock
and we rolled with them,
kissing our sweet lovers,
they come and they go
& we are saddened when
they swing back around,
trying to rewrite history
with another album of song,
& it no longer works for us
or for them,
something's amiss,
all wrong.

I am always somewhere
in between
Heaven and Hell.
It's **** if you do
and **** if you don't,
so *** matters.

Our misconceptions
lead to an early death
of the spirit,
so it's no surprise
that zombies are the latest craze...
we can all relate
to blank stares,
no stars are falling
here anymore.

The price he paid
for creating life,
those killer-replicants
with the built-in obsolescence,
was as extremely high.

One must ask if it's worth it,
playing God,
'cause playing God
is a dangerous business
& interestingly,
we all do it sometimes.

We should take heed
& be more careful of the way
we wield our arrogance around.
Look what it got Tyrell,
he got his eyes smashed in
and his head crushed.

One more time
I'd like
to see you.
But
it really wouldn't matter.
You buried
your heart
when
he seared your soul
so many years ago.

And now,
you float
in darkness,
devouring others
with your rejection.

Hold me...

tightly

...once again
darling.

I love
the pain
of my broken heart.

The boys down at the club
said she was deep,
laughed their ***** off
making obscene gestures
with their hips.

So I took them up on the dare,
went right up to her,
put my hands in her pretty hair,
and gave her a long kiss.
And to my surprise,
I was soon
giving her a lift
back to her pad.

Man, that girl was sweet,
she had a library full of books,
from astronomy  to astrology,
subjects about biology & genetics,
quantum physics & zen.
She even had texts on
reincarnation & ghosts,
mostly mind-boggling.

We stayed up
all night
reading
until ten
the next morning.
It was a mind-blowing
experience.

Later that day,
down at the mill,
the boys asked me
if she had
given me a thrill.

I mean,
I saw the lava lamp
& the round bed
with the ceiling-mirror
& I know
I'm a little naive,
but was I
missing something?

We're told the action
is down in Rehoboth
& it must be,
but the traffic's so thick
to get there,
by the time we'd make it,
things would
probably be over.

So I'm going to chill
in my own room tonight,
hang out by the pool,
cool!

I thought I left them
in the ****** desert
with the burning diesel
& the screams,
the ratta-tat-tats
& the bad dreams.
But I was ******* wrong,
they're still here brotha,
buried here,
deep inside
my aching head.

I want to learn how to play it,
not just strap it on my back
like those counterfeit troubadors
playing it out on the fields of grass
with beautiful sweet ladies & no rhythm.
No.
I want to learn how to play it
with the desire of a rock star,
with the kindred spirits of the strings,
with the purists of the picks,
strumming with my finger-love.

Honestly sweetness,
it wouldn't matter
if you were a serial killer.
You can chop me up,
add me to your chili
any time.
I just want
to feel your fingers
handling me,
your smooth-blade
cutting me
into tiny pieces,
tasty morsels
made easier
for you to digest
with your hot spices.

Days turn into nights and back into days again,
a circadian rhythm of sorts
and how fast it goes too.
And who do we really
want to spend time with?
Oh that elusive one
we once knew
or have never met.
And when the guard is down,
they steal your heart away
playing you like a fool,
making for a long
road to ***.
Again and again.

I remember the day
so well,
young little me
standing patiently
in a long line
of other ice cream lovers.
I had my heart set
on a vanilla-filled
sugar cone
sprinkled
with chopped nuts.
I finally made it
to find
no nuts,
no sugar cones,
not even vanilla,
they were all out.
Can you imagine
my dismay,
the feeling
of dessert
rejection.
Heart-wrenching...that feeling.

I was at a loss,
witness to this destruction
& the high price.
It wasn't nice,
took the tracks just minutes
to destroy the whole village
it took centuries to build
with a human cost!

I was strong once.
Like a fortress
with impenetrable walls,
a beacon across the land.
She would crawl through the mire
begging me
to quench her inferno
& I would succumb
inside her
own sweet fort
for what felt like forever,
I let her win,
always seize the moment
to experience the stars.
And my stones
came
tumbling down.
I have none to rest
now
broken,
scars
on her chin.

Every since catechism,
robes give me the creeps.
I was supposed to learn about God,
but the devils teach there
instead.

Playfully looking up,
I run around in circles
with my mouth wide open,
trying to catch the dew drops
dripping off the needles
before the sun wakes up
to steal them away.

You can feel them
walking inside your footsteps,
brave warriors who
signaled
the coming tempest,
massacred ‘till the creeks ran red.

The spirit-protectors of the forest remain,
hidden in the very essence surrounding me,
reminding me of the great losses.
There’s nothing like the dew
of the blue ridge, there,
moss-covered granite
creeps into your soul,
along with the natives.

Winds whisper
& the people don't listen
to the calling,
hidden codes
& secret meanings swirl
through jet streams
screaming for a release.
We all breathe,
breathe
the same
reclaimed-molecules.
We are sacred & we are the devil.

Simpson had been a mechanic by trade
back home
& out here on the arid range,
he dismantled homemade bombs.
On that one particular sunny day,
one dismantled him.
We saw him disappear
in a pink cloud,
hear a loud boom &
once the smoke cleared,
the medics
picked him up
in several pieces.
It took them three body bags.

Hot moments
flashed
under me
those afternoons.
Parking lots
made a mess out of me,
day and night
quickies
to please the senses.
I can no longer shop
Darling.

I was so close to her,
seriously close,
close enough to see
the reflection of my own iris in hers.
It was a beautiful sight,
especially when we kissed,
she'd close them...
so sweet, her eyes
& now I miss them.
I couldn't be further
away than this
& it's killing me
to see her again.

Your shape
was sublime,
so svelte & fine,
divinity on two legs
with killer twinklers,
& healthy lady-hips
that rocked,
turned the heads of men.

You were fearless,
crossed an ocean
in a tub of concrete
under sail
& you had bigger *****
than me.

Yet, you still wanted mine,
'cause I was just
as wild & free
and that turned
your motor on,
I did.

Warm to the touch,
this unsheathed steel
remains tempered.
And with smooth strokes,
I ****** in deep
from all angles,
slicing to the bone
on bone,
practicing
our beautiful
martial
body arts
to the tenth degree.

Sooner or later,
they go down in flames.
Once apostles
on the edge,
crazy-fingers
annihilating
electric lines of faith,
and we,
in our self-induced
afflicted states,
listened to every line
of their angst,
sang along,
full of love,
clapped to their beat.

The split second it bit my mouth,
I knew I was swallowing quality.
Sixty years of the finest blue agave
they could find.
I had some more
& more
& a bit more
& hallucinated
the rest of the evening,
playing locomotive
& emcee,
as if I were commissioned
by the gods above
to spread drunken love.
My head still hurts
thinking about
that worm.

It seems like
I can never win
with you.
I've been smashed
more than once,
cracked my skull twice
& broken three shins.
But at least
I've good training.
When I finally
get the courage to tell you
we're through,
I know
I will have
a great career
as a crash test dummy.

I pull out in the wee hours
from your pebbled driveway,
scavenge for your
crumpled ****
& light up.

The inhalation
is sensational
& I taste you
lingering
on my lips,
gaze into
the rising sun
& smile
remembering
your kisses.

He drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
and drove
toward the horizon,
to catch the falling sun
at the end of a long black ribbon,
until the road finally stopped.

I traced your quivering lips
with my shaky fingers
& we stood
speechless,
teary eye to teary eye,
& realizing it was ending,
we parted
for the last time,
turned
& walked away
on our love.

Under the midday sun,
we locked,
we loaded,
we mounted up
in our Strykers,
we knew prayer time
was about to end,
that the violent-fun
was about ready to begin.

I see the end of the beginning
& the comfort it does bring.

O, this is indeed
the rarest of occasions
& I just simply
cannot describe it,
in words
or in sprit.

For how
does one explain
the purest act of dying?

Thirteen coils twisted
tightly around in a loop,
fitted snuggly
against the neck
held high
above on a chair.

A kick,
a fall,
a snap
& some twitching
is all she wrote,
hanging on
the end of the line.

I wrote your name in the sand,
watched the tides take you away.
I knew they would
& cried anyways
for a new day
to write
your name again
in the sand.

I saw her through the pane,
her pretty smile,
her captivating-eyes,
reflected
off the mirror,
as she tried to hide
in the corner.
But animal magnetism
is hard to stop,
it passes through walls
when one feels it.
And all the willpower in the world
could not stop our mix,
it played tricks on our minds.
Still, I'm wondering
why she moved
a million miles away.
Could she not,
could she not trust herself,
this evil game we played...
it killed me.

Calm in the center
Swirling danger all around
Sacred equalizer

He remembered her pretty eyes,
& the way she looked at him,
she burned sweetness
into his valiant heart,
so smitten was he.

So demure was her demeanor,
she hid in the shadows,
so wanton was their meaning,
& he was taken with just one stroke.

Choking on his own folly
& with his heart wounded,
he remembered
to get the ***** in his armor
fixed for the next round.

I climbed up here.
Mr. Big Shot,
toasting the town
& your pretty face
& now it's 2 a.m.
& all I can do is just crawl
& I need a ride home
& I'll falling for you,
if you let me,
Darling.

O Sunshine,
you were simply amazing,
that was incredible,
star-making material,
I'm on top of the world!

O Honey,
you are one in a million,
I don't know how to thank you,
sweet sweet sweetest lady,
I can kiss you some more!

O Sugar,
you're going away,
you've got nothing to say,
you're in hiding, you don't want to play?
I'm really gonna miss you!

O Darling,
why so silent?
Please don't be afraid,
you're going to make me cry,
it's killing me inside,
I'm going to die!

You lay so innocent,
kissed me so provocatively,
infected my soul
with your learned behaviors.

Your step-by-step instructions
about intimate things,
mutually pleasing,
became carved
into my granite
like commandments.

And how can I describe
your taste,
your raw primordial stream
intoxicating me into
other realms,
spellbinding me forever?

I can’t.

Fireworks
bells & whistles.
The finest caviar,
fresh juicy tomatoes
& curled toes.
Magic love spells
& that look,
the innocent look
in her far away eyes,
so effervescent
looking up.

O, what magnificent highs
& the deepest lows,
spinning endlessly
between love & fear,
the kisses
& the *****.

The Earth is stained
with so much blood,
millions cut asunder
on the thunderous plains,
who endured
mountains of pain,
now lie buried,
under
the fields of endless flowers.

So God bless the friendlies & the foes,
the crusaders & the defenders alike,
who will be always together,
commingled &
forever at peace,
buried deep
under
the fields of endless flowers.

And for those still living in
such trying hours,
I will pick for you a single flower
& praise the rest
of them swaying in
the fields of endless flowers.

Be safe & Godspeed
my brethren.

The gun bled crimson
tracers
under moonless skies,
penetrated the ramparts
& those with tattered knapsacks
remained vigilant
as stalwart sentries
fell in ****** tatters
to the ground.

Maniacally,
they laughed
at such insane acts,
buried their own dead,
full of enemy-lead.

I woke up,
sometime
in the middle of the night,
delirious,
on fire
for her
& I gripped
my imagination,
frenzied,
I swept myself
far away,
into another dimension,
beyond the clover fields.
I streaked across the room
& stardust trailed
my genetic-reaction.
I was covered
in tiny beads
of raw emotion,
like tiny fireflies.
Twinkle twinkle
little bugs.

The cleansing
begins
today,
a single cup of white monkey,
then a bout of ashtanga
to soothe the soul
on a path
to find nirvana
again.

The first time you
kiss
a lover's lips
you are forever bitten.

For such feelings
stir the soul
& make the heart flutter.

The first time you
transpierce
a lover's body,
you are forever smitten.

For such feelings
create something magic
& reach the divine.

The first time I saw Malibu
& all those California girls,
in all forms of bikinis,
watching the surfer dudes
catching waves,
I found new meaning
to the phrase 'good vibrations'
& almost immediately,
I thought we should
replace the 'good'
with the word 'great',
for it was truly paradise.

You lost your breath
when
I first
disappeared
into you
& when
we created
our own rythym,
it was your heart
that was next.
Mine too.

The sun went down hours ago
& it took forever for the moon to rise
on his little part of the world.
He heard the cries of the fallen,
those destitute of hope,
he saw their hidden glory,
the beauty of their heart,
he knows about pain,
his he felt.

It is indeed cold,
no breeze blows &
a stillness has settled,
the starless night awaits him.
Long and hard he has thought
about the meaning of allegory,
wondering about truth,
the changing of the tides.
No longer is he in need,
to hide is to show weakness,
kindness is his strength,
he shall not want again.

He has packed his bags for the journey,
there will be no more dedications,
the silence invites him,
comforts him,
he's not coming back.

There were no friends there,
everything was an illusion,
the kinship topical.
He figures to move south,
embrace the subtropical,
fish the shoreline,
nobody will miss him
or even kiss
the ground he walks on.

He's good with that.