3.31.2007

If there ever was



What, do you ask?
I reason before the answer comes later,
A point to understand why
the pain is greater,
The learning would shrivel,
The lifetimes increase,
But would it be worth it
for a moment's peace?

I try to no end,
I try to no mend,
Every drop of happiness,
FOR ME,
Why is it pain to them?
When all is positive and nothing's trend,
Must be path-based...

How can you deny the drag force,
If only fooling yourself,
What a fool wants his past source,
The first morsel after the last course,
Think you know, then try me.

Many strive to defy me,
History.. heh
they remind me,
Even ancient masks role-play
my days that I've drained,
Stroking that genius
as if it's ripe to this day.

And it is,
perhaps a poltergeist Mercurian id,
Stranded from the depths of did,
But fresh as the newborns
and their sentence bid.

Who are we and I who had been done,
And does do, and for sometime might,
We gouge at the eyes of spite,
and temp not for the true learn quicker,
Sun like spice and the dead vicar,
Bring ME closer,
For the knives dull and the mind swells,
And every moment worth it,
His infinite wisdom lurks in
these dark times,
But only again to shine from those who see
beyond the endless rhymes
that will stain and sour the tombs of crime
until then, and then over again,
As it falls toward infinity,
and proves this over again,
what it is?
The simplest,
inside the palm it whistles this,
But we will never see. Until then.

3.19.2007

Nearing a Droplet



Cold flames on my face now,
Waiting to inhale,
Forced to the sight
but intrigued by the God's shield.

Zealous and somewhat,
Unbelieving and somewhat
stunned by the cunning guns
who follow swiftly running.

My nerves are smoking,
Dipped into relief from every
smiling tome,
I hope faith is in the right place,
Right next to the grace
where it was bestowed to me.

My sword changed form,
from a brook
to a raging storm,
my mind bends as my words swarm,
and the ideas keep coming.

The green demon laughs and taunts,
For a moment distracted,
Then back atop the stallion
with the stag horn bellowing,
Black sheep praxis.

They still question and beckon,
I still fight forward,
Pure support from forward,
Raging with my index,
No sleep 'til sunrise
and the choir's kiss
and then I wake up fighting.

3.08.2007

False Deamon



I'm a bag of peeled flesh,
Splattered oƒ holy debt,
And my fury rages west,
suffer wishes.

Blistered like the ears
of the sacrificed,
the last appetite,
I must hope for pain
so in reverse the shamed
I may again be godhumbled.

Seeing crooked now,
As the thoughts bash elbows
and the eyes melt, fellows,
What reason could reasoning be,
and what a waste for what's sake,
pass me my blade.

A poisoned pen quill my friends,
I stab at thee like a whisper,
and endless sarcophagus
calls us mister and I can't,
help.

we will all be born one day —

3.07.2007

The Kuntz



I can see the spire,
So I climb,
Up each brick and
cracked mortar spine,
but the weight...
Like a lead chariot full of fate,
Clinging to my weakest face.

Why these venom dipped idioms,
Seemingly trivial but rape like lithium,
I squeeze my fists...
My palms bleed like nailed wrists,
Into the abysall,
whistling muted sips
I hear the deaf chisels.

Remove thy name,
Unbrand my fingerprints
and start me slaying,
I raise past the white point
and make it rain,
or can't I?
Shelve it.

Ocular byte path,
That bends and breathes
like a light staff,
Hand it to me,
Infancy is dead,
the fetus breathes no breath
and I'm somewhere.

Trapped in between genius
and 40 axe blades,
Sharpening my teeth
as I glance my mind screams,
Skewered by my sustenance,
I still swallow razor rust
so pass me seconds.

3.05.2007

It Begins



The darkness surrounds me like maggots,
Why this fear of the new and the good,
Smile and hate back they do,
For I will not conform.

I lived through it always, lifetimes,
and come back maybe, from some high place,
next time maybe not so, back to that high place,
back to that embrace, that endless purity,
just keep them close to me, all who see the Me,
but THIS, something special like true friends.

Liquify my essence and pour it over,
It's like a fresh breath, day 2, an ice kiss,
The changelings they watch me and beckon with
blood and promises of pain for passion,
Futile, his wrath comes swift like love.

Take my sleep... maybe,
Take my dreams... not for long,
Take my heed... definitely,
You can never own my song.