between some thighs
Hail where the teeth glow in the dark Wonder in the hole With the grubs Showing their devotion Branches strum the air with wishes Their fingers remind me of a Madman Watch out for his sickness He will watch as you decay Chop it down Lay it in a row Cinch it up like a black tie Event Where the models they molt And slink into the darkness Dancing with drink Glints in the eyes Bloody eyes That sink behind the curtains Easily watching through the peepholes Do ya fear the trees Do ya fear the teeth Hungry for those grubs Reigning the world Only they know whose gonna die Naked in the garden Of nails There it lacks beauty There it looks so tight Between the rocks and the grasses Dig it down 6 feet under roll it over turn the boulder over yer head tuck yer beard under yer chins this is what a martyr breathes breathes between the leaves fingering the holes in the skin fingering the holes where the eyes once in shove it out shovel it in shove it out begin again…. Skins a hit Skins for the losers Skins for the hit Skins for the hips Skins for the lips Skins for the eyes That need a coin A shiny pretty coin Between some thighs …. Did it up.
Hallowed Ground
Hallowed ground suck me up I am nothing
Wandering around decaying
Is the world prostrating before
My greatness
I think I will lie down
Cause I am sick
That deep down gut sick
That no one else can know
Hallowed ground suck me up
I have sipped from the cup
& got nothing left
to suck
to suck
up
with my greedy eyes
I like to suck
Up your happiness
To fill my hole
The bottomless pit of
Emptiness
No the world is not prostrating before
My greatness
They are hiding from
My needing
My needling ways
Of taking
Taking it all in the face
Into the hole
Of my soul
Take it in the face
Beware of my disgrace
My head will swell
With your energy
My heart will break
When I look in the mirror
Slowly dying
Slowly disappearing
Into the shadows
Of hell
The hallways beckon
They will take
& throw it all away
to the bottom of the stairs
to the bottom
is it time to quit
time to pray
time to prostrate before a God
who has not forsaken me
and offered me this hallowed ground
to bleed upon
to drip out the sickness
and heal the gut
rip out the will
& heal me
carry me over that hill
dear Father
who has offered me
hallowed ground
to feed upon….
Littered with my History
Just when things start adding up
The light becomes too bright
& blindness covers
Dear father forgive me
I am here left alone
Drowning in the pouring rain
Waiting for the pain
To make me forget everything
Dear mother
I miss you
I die with you
I live with you
I just want to forget
Let go of regrets
Burn it all down
Father it hurts
Am I now unborn
Am I now I am
Heaven where are you
Leaving me here alone
Drowning in the pouring rain
Under the pain
Why must I remember everything
Over you
I am in life
Over you
I am wide awake
And falling over you
My heart is like a virus
Overflowing in my veins
Slipping back away
Falling on these things
That prevent me from sleeping
Awake for days
Unclean
Unshaven
Alone
Carry me away
From everything
Yet my anchor says no
You will make it
& I love you
& I love you too
But this pain cuts me
Through
This pain tears me apart
I am a useless vessel
Empty and coasting
Full of broken bones
And a leaking heart
I just want to burn it all down
Take everybody down
And then I will fall further into
madness
And no longer be alone…
Alone….
Dear mother
I miss you
I die with you
I live with you
Where is your voice of reason
All I hear is your pain
All I hear is your silence
All I hear is a roaring river
Ripping my soul apart
A quiet destruction
Devouring my
Life
But she loves me
So
I wait
It out on the shores
Littered with my history…
shovel it in
In the alley with my pants down, my smoke fights the cold a little shake and I am still barefoot in the street, been running these streets since dawn.
Half a shovel packed in a green knapsack, I don’t remember what its for.
Memorabilia from some fuckin’ war (my brother buried no one flying safely in the skies tracking terrorists) my bag is loaded with empty shells, little ghosts that follow me, we have survived many a battle and have yet to turn to ashes.
Pulling a little steel mirror from my ravaged pockets, they are such little beasts, I stare into my tired masochist eyes their greatest chore is to isolate me, divide me into little fragmented staples.
Eyes that tell me they are sick and tired of this fuckin world & all of its imperfections and silent battles.
Did ya know ya are in the middle of a fuckin’ war?
Ya clock in and walk into yer office (locked into the goddamned room) walking the dead line getting ready fer yer victims, under yer desk ya kick the half a’shovel, ya don’t remember what its for.
Do ya remember me askin’ you ‘bout yer father? & all of his addictions lining up his high priced fixes, the little white ones for on the job PTSD, the little blue ones for in the bed weakness, the little pink ones that beat the monkey down, and all of his blood the blood of yer blood swimming ‘round looking for salvation & under his sheets he sleeps with the little half shovel, he knows what its for…
My smoke fights the cold & I exhale the answers they are the victims of puppeteers with broken strings, & I can never believe in something that doesn’t believe in me & I smoke the day.
These day they begin built on a little lie, the lie that society is better with me, better off without me dropping out of the scene, no one could handle all the lying the deceiving my filthy little life isn’t so ugly alone, no really I am as wicked as ya are & you are beautiful to me…
So here I am searching for clarity, really just a nicer place to die, days like these make it harder to see, harder to see the grown men turned into flies; with much longer life cycles, hovering over all of their shit, yea its their shit and its all theirs pilling up ‘round the gutters o’these streets, spilling into
My alley & here I slowly start to change, slowly float to the light, hovering round the flickering neon strips that fall to the ground with a wisp, all I want is a sense of clarity just one moment where I can understand what this little shovel really is for and why I have carried it for so many years,
& I finish the metamorphosis, will I remember my family tree, my name, my number, my mother, will I remember what it felt like to be dead inside something I never wanted, its all because of you and all of your criticizing, yea its said and done
& I suddenly remember what its for…grinding out my smoke fully feeling the cold, I always knew this was the price I was gonna pay kicking the shells aside, nestling into the green knapsack screaming if I don’t get some space…..if I don’t get some space (I am not like you) all I wanted was something more than this… (I am not like you) & I am no longer disturbed.
ramblin’ tamblin’
In the middle of the briars I bleed tangled bruised eyeing the mother rose She winks I shiver freezing in the summer sun It’s a rambling tambling kind of day having lost my way in the thicket of the Jone’s glares stares and muddy wares preened pruned and paralyzed behind rows and rows of pickets standing in tow this scene runs over the clover in the garden… Towers of beehive hair & cavern eyes rimmed with brow-less skins hiding behind the perfect family The father the son and the holy ghosts three the boy the girl the boy Broken toys and bent glasses creating happiness in the mist of youthful memories bet on a better day when dinners of silence Roared into laughter When nighttime prayers ended in a kiss When friends were not left on the playgrounds hanging upside down on the monkey bars swinging, rotting to and fro with no one to hold them safely no more Comfort runs down the slides elusive & barren the sand box shovels are digging for gold in the manicured yard where the fertilizer gets too much attention amongst the endless rows of trimming -- This appearance of normalcy amongst the prickers and thorns bleeding warm in the freezing sun Wondering what it feels like to have solid skin & vases of roses on the mantle where smiling faces Smile They just Smile and Smile.
echo the sound of madness
Where will you go
When you are devoured by the
Ground
How will it feel like that
When the grubs get down
Suffocating earth
Final light
Or burn in the urn
Devoid of sun
Dirt
Air
Capsulized
Entombed
For a mantle
Or the ocean
Excuse me
Its crowded here
On this planet
Haven’t I had enough hours
Am I now wandering in a foreign
Soul
Where did mine go
Checked out with her last breath
The last gasp with rotting tongue
And sinking teeth
Feet in the death throes
Neck back planted
Eyes out
Seeking
WHAT?
WHO?
WHY?
Devour my head
Lasso this loose cannon
My hands are like gun shot rings
Dropping the pills
They echo the sound of madness
How am I still here able to explain
Explain
Poets wage war with Middle America spilling beer and bongs
Neon lights crawled inside Battery acid leaks on concrete Grass breaks ground Flowers of pleasure unfold Princess gracefully reading her book tied with a bow Polishing bullets brass knuckles bleed Shovels dig in the sand getting nowhere Plastic water bottles explode detonate Nails screws glass bits of ass topple the steeple The steeple needs therapy post traumatic 2009 years Oil bubbles from corners of weeping eyes Hands lay resting Summer sucked up the air Cracking phosphorous gases escape from their cage & the lights dimmed Fingers tap tap tap tap tap Telegrams to army wives Faint on the southern porches Ice cubes melt in the rinds Sour faces peer into the windows with lace curtains Windows marked “fragile” turning yellow Tower with high yellow hello hair floats Hunchback aches with iron pole ding dong bell The other side of the road glitters Fairytales of gold streets and top hats in the wind Wooden boys dry out in the sun A fire is sick with ammonia There are no wicks Thick tongues swell filling mouths A preacher on the stump confuses revelation & science boils fusion & pandemics Beaches littered with dirty needles and fetuses Birthdays are once a month a day Planes dock in the bays where pigs squeal against the pins Muddy boots tromp on roads Memories are forgotten filling old folks homes Pictures made of tin are recycled & traded for pipes Resin fills the coffers of pirate ships & hostages The sky falls down Suits and ties dance in line waiting for their tattoos Special treatments & 1-900-numbers flash Bread lines stink with gas masks muffling orders Books are sleeping in the woods trying to grow & breathe Monks drank all the tea now drunk on daisies Cults load the bunkers and solve problems Sharp blades shave hair and spit shined skulls reflect 666 heaven and hell split hairs & stairs up rotate in spirals LSD trips on strands of DNA waking up hallelujahs Cities are written about in magazines Poets wage war with Middle America Spilling beer and bongs Drum beat gongs batter down white washed doors Fences with coiled up barbs spread borders Smoke stacks record one after another Mounds of ashes fall like snow Neon lights alter the show No vacancy blinks blinks blinks And the sheep go bah bah bah bah bah bah bah Bah The cross folds in ashamed state of grace Dollar bills are wet Stores and restaurants serve up broken hearts Medium rare keepsakes to go Knapsacks steal the wheat spilling its chaff Woods destroy the bread crumbs closing the trails & the skies smell like death Bloated carcasses explode Crows unfold wings taking their rightful perch seated on the throne & the scepter spills its poisons Knighting the young with media ticker tapes Etched into the screens like shadowed souls trapped Inside the snow globes history is saved & men in dark clothes ride through the towns Shotguns ringing eardrums bursting & fireworks splatter across the scene As far as the eye can see Slipping the ball of 8 out of the palm Slippery ball of 8 spells out fate Awakening hate & 10 commandments War wages against tsunami desires Washing the land away Clearing the way for sea gulls & crows with their crowns Resting on the sheep that float Ring round the rosy moat Ring round the rosy moat
its not a wishing well
I trusted in the sanity of man; kicking skeletons across tundra fields, sending them to tumble down glaciers frown, pools rising higher & ground looms in the distance Drifting over scarred tissue& my skin is being lapped lightly like feathers from a dove; the white dove flies in circles, a halo to my form that is waving to the skies, my arms shadow an apparition to the equator divide With both arms I span from left to right, a thunderous clap emits my clapping palms, over and over again; God made this God made this God made this Did everyone forget this? Seven days done in an instant. He will forgive you. He will not forget you. & it is written that he will erase this, starting all over again; rain sent from above people scattering like ants like when the boy hoses their home down, needless destruction, senseless action reaping what has been sown. Can you see it coming down, the horizon shimmers fading to black, zombie clouds sent to slink and inhabit yesterday’s sunny days are drawn away from me. Trying to keep on, keeping on forward against western winds meeting tidal cries and I step right around the world, trucking, easy does it, no one knows it, but I can spread my wings to fly fly away fly away fly away and I’m turning to face the sun You can’t keep me down And it’s just as well And it’s just as well Our wishing well has been picked over by thieves, begging now God Please. begging now God Please.
stick it you know where
Reverb Take cover Hear what I am talking about You’re not at home You’re not my blood I will ride this headrush Sing this song Bring it down Rip your finger point it to the star Eat the moon its yer son we can barely glimpse The repayment Of reason Repent Its coming out yer mouth You cant stop it anyway Dawn is coming Leave your brothers Dawn is coming For you I am your hydrophone Hallelujah motherfuckers Suck up the sugar Before atrophy decides To crawl outta the screen Stick it into your ribs Sick Technicolor memories They recede from all your pain Afraid of your rotting Afraid of the bend Of reality Crawling into the dark Where poison Takes all yer children Cry until you splinter Bleed out baby Its just a dream A static dream With white faces Dancing They are so tender They will stalk you Eat you With their pretty little teeth no you cant go this far I was born into this Before everything turned to shit & I just wanna crawl into the Skies Dropping all my scars & crying until I splinter & no one is left to hear the scream But I will be left for you………
commit me
I was wondering what there was left to dream about When the tattoo blended my sight Right there on her lower body I sniffed and became wild Finally alive feeling something This creature of fantasies Turns me around and takes my hand Electricity bangs inside my brain Bending my sanity into a milky wave Caressing her porcelain skin Fleeting with her breath within The rise and fall of her womb Tempts me beckons to me This is where I easily surrender Caving in on my pre-conceived notions of what love was to be Here nothing is the same Here love is displayed And nothing is missing Here I am reminiscing Cause its been so long since I climbed inside her well Casting about my wishes like a lil child Swimming in her sea Cresting the lip on the shore Splayed about I see GOD standing Above me The voice is loud 20/20 vision and I remember something About hindsight Something about history and evolution that begins again with a re-birth I was whispering save me smother me Cover me in your flesh Inching a million miles away A sightseer listening to that voice And here I was swimming laying on the ground Painting her face in the clouds Asking her to come down And lay next to me Blanket me in your shroud like hair For this is where I will die If we ever have to say goodbye Blanket me so I don’t freeze And I will become a statue before your knees Listen to what I have to say When you pray for me to be safe Sound And not lost in the purgatory that came through As a lie You taught me that my misery was an illusion Now here I am in confusion Thinning thinking about this mortality And my damaged gift Just make me feel again Like how I opened my heart again Kissing your belly Singing like a snake Your skin sung to me Into sweet clarity please give it to me just one more time So I can make it So I can commit So I can recede with the tide Floating back to my lovely bride Touching me Kissing me Sticky sweet kisses Kissing me Kissing me
watcha gonna do
Dontcha like to prance Preen like a cock Ooh soo pretty Gobble gobble What ya think yer gonna find Between the feathers That mix so many pretty colors Like when momma used To mix daddy his drinks Ooh those good ole days Those musty days Dontcha like ta prance Preen like a cock Scratching for the little girls Who just laugh Ooh are ya gonna cry Maybe just die Ooh don’t go on dying Cause the song has just begun Dance for the moon Sleep to the lullabye Close your eyes to the eclipse Of your days that don’t know the steps That everybody loves to watch When you flap your cock a doodle Shake it Down the line where the bodies lie Hopscotch the day away Dontcha like to prance To this freaky trance Shhhh theres a stanger And its kinda ugly Wait its you Cocka doodle do Wait its you And yer so strange
bloody poems
The garden got lost in the morning sun
Trampling petals get the gun
Face the east planting the seeds
Of darkness
Now the stars have become daisies
Blinking eyes
Look inside my window
Reaching for the photograph
Of the moon hanging over there
Where I lay naked bare
Wishing that today would come
Give me some comfort
Maybe some ambition
To rise
Much confusion about the day
That is night
Cause nothing is right
Am I gone left here smoldering
With my heart exposed like the roots
In the garden that got lost in the morning sun
Face the east
Prostrate please no more guns
Cause my wound is bleeding
With america needing of everything
That means nothing in the end
Am I nobody here
When the war creeps near
Will I even care
Blank stare
Four walls
Garden crawls
And the sun hugs the moon
In fear for what we see
Eternity is the counter of time
Someone to trust in you
Is the failure the creator
Or what you we do?
When the dirt left on our shoes
Leaves bloody poems
On shelter less homes
Bloody poems
Will they mean anything at all?
I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.”
A star wish trip
Slip knot finger
Trellis climber
Passion unwinder
Poetry rhymer
Dumbin it down
Rollin round the next note
Sound
Lips and skin sing
Temptations chorus
Poor us poor us
Not enough to go round
Rollin down farmers meadows
Crying wolf
Shearing sheep
Begging for something to eat
Bleeter breeder panderer of virtue
Left to rott down in the well
The rope has frayed
The bucket has a hole
Digging all the way to china lookin
For fools gold
Slip knot finger ringer
Round the rosy
Get some butter quick
Or a curved stick
There has to be some water
Somewhere
And when it rains get a hat
A nice round hat
Like the lil brown men
Tending to their rice paddies
When the kimo falls right down
Ancient halls
Paved with stepping stones
So far away from home
Where kids still are starving in china
Feeling hungry no more
Playing chopstick flutes on slippery lips
Dumbin it down
So the masses can come round
To take each other by the hand
Pick a daisie make for lazy
And wish
For another dip
A star wish trip.
Southbound train
What is there about that sound of the road,
Hiding your eyes from the bright lights
Speeding on through Tennessee, whistling that song that allows you to dream
Crashing up through the mountains one step ahead of the big rigs,
Ya almost can feel the emptiness from those truckers as they cruise on by over eighty miles an hour
This is when my mind drifts somewhere
Closing my eyes hiding from those bright lights that seep through the glass
Cruising along waiting on my getting to you
Thankful for you cause you taught me how to dream
Remembering those stars in the Georgia skies
Knowing they cant wait till I get back home,
It feels good to leave that day job, its too much like a jail
Spending these nights passing through those honky tonks
Somewhere between the highway and home
I can almost smell your sweet kisses
Mixed between the pines and the smog
All these miles I hope I can find what I am reaching for
That place in my mind
Where I live to see it all
But lately I can be found dreaming my dreams
About you
Woman you changed me
Nothing I’d rather do than be in love with you
If I had to give this life away
I would just for another moment with you
Winding ‘round through these mountains
Chasing that setting sun
Eager for the morning sun to light up the windshield
Like the story of my life
What is there in fame an’ glory when you don’t know the words to the song
Unable to sing along
Listening to that whistle in the wind
Hitting my destination trading this old truck in
For a ticket on that southbound train
Where me and my gal
We sure know how to sing along
Catching that whistle in the wind
Cause shes the only one that cares bout where I been
Cause shes the only one that cares bout where I been
And when we sip on that morning sun again
Those stars will know my travels down that gravel road
Have already been told
A million times again…
earth gives way, implosion decomposes
Skin bakes * shrivels
Underneath the tree shroud
& a smile breaks
Underneath blindfolded eyes
& a closed up mind
Dammed for a time
& its hot in the shade
The body it glows
& shimmers casting crowns
Barriers fold and bend
& they have come for you
Nothing will get in their way
& the soul, it remembers
Spent too much time in the body
& fighting for truth
Spilling agony forth
& it only gets in the way
Tries to tell you to remember
& that one day the body dies
Skins bakes * shrivels
How high
Alone
Denial seeps
Alive
Breath stalls
Dying
Organs weaken
Release
Spirit strengthens
Freedom
Skies open
Fly
Into clouds
Sleep
Perpetually calm
Below
Pain bodies
Cry
Shackled up
Blind
Bright light
Bends
Reflection shines
Folds
Sweet hallucination
Trips
Lost inside
Kaleidoscope
Eyes
Clouds weep
Sleep
Rain bullets
Pain
Pain body
Tricky
Madness unseen
Deep
Iris eyes
Sadness
Bleeds out
Talking
Into emptiness
Echoes
Tight hold
Cold
Arms wrapped
Coiled
Ready to
Spread
Crosses rise
Whips
Break skin
Thorns
Gouge thought
Nails
Drill bones
Hanging
Limp weak
Time
Too much
Time
In pain
Body.
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Pass inside my body
Am I dead or alive
Give me time
Look around
Am I hell bound
Are my organs rotting
Reeking up the place
Come kiss my putrid lips
Tell me do they stink
Swim round in my guts
Getting drunk on my bile
Tell me am I dead or alive
Give me time
Pass inside my body
& dig 6 feet down
To my feet
Stand in my shoes
(such cliché)
Do they fit
Now do you want a hit?
Spent too much time in it?
Cause inside my walls
Its chaos and wild
Cells screaming for a fix
Blood boiling for a drink
Muscles twitching in withdrawals
Causing such a wake
Where my heart shakes
And my hands tremble
Sweating on the outside
Dry as the sahara in the inside
Hey man in the desert some ‘shrrooms…
Get me some
Toss em into the gaping mouth
& lets ride
Take a pass inside my body
& lets ride
Shipping sinks
Racing rapids
Rainbow falls
Anxiety crawls away
Calm crushes the danger
Of the shaking heart
Stills the trembling hands
Now tightening the noose
Pinching flesh
Dipping down
Vein diver
Alchemist of love
Pour me out
& replace my soul
And we can find truth
In the desire
In the fire
That lasts until
Our bodies break
Waking in the summer
Heat
Skin bakes * shrivels.
Underneath the tree shroud
That consumes me
Like the Oberon snake
Come to take his message back
Come to take his bodies back
Where the crowns melt down
& the earth gives way
Falling away
No use in resisting
Let go
Fall
Let it come over you
& lets return
With the snakes
& their renewed skins
Fresh wet and glorious
While the world closes in
Fresh wet and glorious
Skin bakes * shrivels
Blows away in the wind
Lifeless and thin
No more body to win
Over the mind
Just time
More time
& the sound of the implosion
As the earth falls away
Gives way
To space
Endless skies
Majestic eyes
Wish makers
Blink.
Skin bakes * shrivels
Organically decomposes
& Snorted up the nose
……Body returned to sender
Today.
Pretty Pistol
Screams echoed down the halls Cocking guns echo Spurs rattle marching underground Sparks take out sightseers eyes Casting night deeper into the cave Where plastics disguises glow Blue They glow blue reflecting off flies Feeding on carcasses smoldering remains Louder the screams echo Chants in synch get the pistol the pretty pistol March cause the last of the sun is in our heads Deeper down into caverns underground Diamonds drip from slippery ceilings Pooling into coagulated pools Pools of sanity churning into spirals One two three fall asleep Hypnotized into feigned labotomies God is a dichotomoy and hes dividing Riding on a great white horse Thundering through the masses Sweeping heads off the madmen With spurs that rattle Twisting their pretty guns breaking fingers Breaking pretty little fingers gathering them for the altar That gleams in the last of the sun Ooo its all in our heads Better off dead Better off alone Better of in the dirt Face down in the dirt Hiding from the waist down All the signs have passed Science proved that evolution was a lie And that the population above is disposable Unable to convert a revolution So don’t be surpised to the discovery The discovery that a revolution Has no more evolution Gods so sick of the pollution Sick of the disposable revolution Tired of his sheep being shorned Tired of the sky always turning black Tired of being the scapegoat on your crucifix So all of you unbelievers Deceivers sing the last song Cause it sure wont be long And night is coming along Turning Earth into a needle hole So better make a wish Cause humans are so pitiful Shaking with soggy hands Marching with burdened feet To the tune of the death dirge beat The death dirge beat that urges all the marching people Out of the cave Out of the cave into the sun Where the promise of forever Is so much better than the suffering clever Tongues of the damned Of the martyrs Of the false prophets Cause God is a dichotomy And hes dividing Hes coming on his great white horse Crashing through the clouds Snuffing out the echoes in the halls Crashing through the crowds Crashing through the crowds Burning the stories Of the future Cause heaven was made for you and me And if your wish is to be a king Then it will be so Cause you are not alone Not alone.
Hallowed Ground
Hallowed ground suck me up I am nothing Wandering around decaying Is the world...Littered with my History
Just when things start adding up The light becomes too...shovel it in
In the alley with my pants down, my smoke fights the cold a little shake and I am still...ramblin’ tamblin’
In the middle of the briars I bleed tangled bruised eyeing the mother rose She winks I...Opeth Live
If you have never listened to Opeth its due time.. they are amazing, poetic, wrenching...echo the sound of madness
Where will you go When you are devoured by the Ground How will it feel like that When...Poets wage war with Middle America spilling beer and bongs
Neon lights crawled inside Battery acid leaks on concrete Grass breaks...its not a wishing well
I trusted in the sanity of man; kicking skeletons across tundra fields, sending them...stick it you know where
Reverb Take cover Hear what I am talking about You’re not at home You’re not...commit me
I was wondering what there was left to dream about When the tattoo blended my...watcha gonna do
Dontcha like to prance Preen like a cock Ooh soo pretty Gobble gobble What ya think...bloody poems
The garden got lost in the morning sun Trampling petals get the gun Face the east...

