god cursed wine, mer de nomes, and me, that is why we are such a terrible team

Look over hill and what do I see?
One star tattooed silver studded son of an anti Christ
and he’s chosen to be here and he’s picked now to be.
Oh this holy experience, me and he and voyeur makes three,
dancing on the glass I just happened to have broken (if I knew you were coming id have baked a cake)
over come by the lovely color his feet do bleed.
I look over shoulder and what do I see?
every thing I’ve left for those who follow me
a wake for empty bottles and broken promises (or is that to be the other way around? No matter to me that’s for the poets to decide.).
oh god
if I could do it all again id undo so much and never promise to be strong
if I could do it again id do it twice as hard and with a focus only the mad have.
So sweetly he leans in and so softly he whispers to me
“death follows you my friend, he sit in the corner and touches himself to the sight of you and your doings”
what a strange thing to say I thought as we spun in circles to the sweet sobbing of a pained violin...

And with this line I leave all other words to fail fall and die on the deafest of ears, holding tight to this one keeping it for myself.

Choking on the DNA

I’m drowning in my father’s blood

Salty like the ocean

Thick like milk

Don’t tell me not to cry

I spilled it so I could.

Does any one in the world remember?

The night that the man in white paced out side the window?

The night the world wanted there picture taken hugging the biggest bird in the world?

The night the cat man “was the scariest thing on Bourbon Street”?

When the three owned the dungeon and I spun my Cain with the whirling dervish.

When we three told her she lost that loving feeling and she told him “I shit in your mother’s pussy”

I ask if you remember
because I think I just might.

My fire sword has met a terrible and stupid untimely death. The wound is still to fresh to get in to what exactly happened, suffice to say I fucked up. Now with no money to spare I may be facing a summer without fire poi without my sword –*gasp*– with out fire of my own. Think ill go put on some nine inch nails and smoke a clove in a dark corner…any one know were I put my black nail polish?

through the timber a whole moon lays light on the ground,
giving way the direction,
the path.
Twice I walked once I dragged.
Its there I hid you
by the path the moon stripes
where its beam come through
soaking in the soil
seeping in to find you
half a whore with a mouth full of dirt.

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ravens and owls nest in the skulls of a new youth,
waiting for the entry of innocence
welcoming the opportunity to pose themselves in the most gothic of positions
afraid only of the yellow and white beams
that aren’t allowed in this place
for the symbols
they cross
and the beams of both
the sun and the moon
need a second body
your body
to touch.



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the tallest rose

high up on a pillar
placed upon a petals edge.
Loving what im fearing,
I dread the petal bend.
Dew drops tend to fall
pulling my floor down.
Soft and scented petals
they taunt me with the ground


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Spinning rain clouds.
Wind and leafs.
Force.
Flat, field
scarecrows in the grass
tall grass
one crow
empty noose
swing
Scarecrows in the field
Force
Above our heads.


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The words just wont come tonight.
Time a killable commodity stretched out on my floor waiting to pass,
livening in this moment doubting all others before it and shaking in fear of the ones to come. Should they come, should they be real, should anything exist past my four wall moment.
stop your crying, its all going to be, and should it not, we wont take notice

it went a lot like this
And now its time to say good bye .
I am so sick of myspace keeping me within the arms reach of people and subsequently former selves I don’t want to know anymore and odds are most of you don’t want to know any of the me’s any more either. So if you are already on my tribe good. If you aren’t but you still want to keep in touch go to tribe .net and find me, if you don’t fit in to either of those two category then go fuck yourself I hope you choke on your stupid thoughts, moralities and narrow self righteous view of the world around you ( the scary part is that not really aimed at anyone) so sayonara good bye fuck off rot in hell and die on the way there.
Love stomp
it was prompted by nothing its just something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time. with any luck there will be a couple people sitting at home wondering what they did to piss me off

I had a dream about Freddy Kruger last night except it was different then my usual one’s. in this dream he actually killed me and it was the worst mistake of his after life. I became a mock him except black and gray instead of red and green. I came after him and I killed a lot of people in the process and when I was just about to end him I had to stop and we found ourselves working together because there were more Freddy copy cats lots more and me and Freddy were of like mind they had to go. I woke up in the middle of a huge brawl to hear my girlfriend tell me her great gand father is dead.
Any one want to tell me what that means. Keeping in mind I’ve been dreaming of Freddy sense I was 8 and fighting him sense I was 13.

a boy made of black and bat made of what now?

I am a writer for I wright

and a poet for it is poetry

weather I do either well is arguable

all I ask is you bury me with my organs intact,

so I can spring up from my coffin

and yell out a pamphlet size prolog to the wonders of hell

and to assure all

there is room left for them