Brave Heart Keep it clean and quiet she said with a smile. A punk rock princess to make me feel royal. I watched the moon tonight she was so bright the city lights found a new hue the night creeps in I’m terrified that’s the only way to be brave the only way to know that something’s there waiting.
Beams Make your own happiness rely on no one but always remember not to be alone. Your friends will be the beam holding your world together while the roses will sing. Remember that there are other worlds than this. The most unlikely situation found Eddie and Susannah and Blaine may be a pain but he helped somehow.
CurvesThe way that flowers unfurl reminds me of her way of waking, stretching, milk-white breasts rising to eclipse the morning sun. Her arched back lifting sheets to reveal curves that could kill a man dead.
Skirt Her skirt lifts as she spins I wish we were alone again. While company is great, I wish to lay there untangling hair and speaking to nothing. Of course, I’m happy as long as she is. However, her eyes already state that she feels the same way. This is the longest and the shortest night I’ve had with you.
Liquidauralconnection Bellows raise the fires danger, Will Robinson, Danger, dumbass. Fly, you fool, fly. I’m sorry, Dave, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. She could break you so easily you’re drifting into dangerous territory. It’s grasping at me what’s grabbing me? Will I bleed? If we travel any further into this territory there might not be any coming back not if I take it slowly, to be free these are dangerous people on a whim, they might, take your heart from its cell walk, with every bit fo hell rings a happy bell let the flowers die slowly they might consume it my heart is a harp that she unknowingly plays we must first sense them, figure out their desires and work from there this ship is fragile and the shields are down hon, she said to the captain I want you in my bed let loose, don’t let loose, don’t go don’t slipping slowly into a vector sorry, dear, I want you near I want your heart and soul more than your music box. Twitching, danger, unknown planet, what sector? must take safety to 5*1*18*20*7 home. I saw the beauty by the record machine she took my hand and led me houston, can you hear me? I came with the goddess of death from out west get to my head the robots have lost it programming failure onboard Danger, why can’t they let me do this? why panick? Panic. relax. It’ll be over soon. liquidauralconnection inspection programmingfailureonboard liquidauralconnection don’t take my pen. I’m falling in.
wake Awoke after three hours of rest to find myself drenched in sweat hostile message another that felt an awful lot like rejection when hours ago she was so sweet. I won’t be bothered by any of this that which does not further my life or increase happiness does not matter for too long, I’ve cared no more for I grow to be the most I can be I live for no one.
Religious romanticism Agnosticism edging towards Atheism the deity has disrespected me publicly acting out towards a new goal not acting so old. I find myself hearing from the walls of last night. Weilling to find a new path. We will see just how honest a Goddess you can be. This won’t be the first time I lost my religion.
A symphony Tired, we spoke of music and stories laughing after a long morning we slept and smoked with Lana Del Rey wasting away the rest of the day. We had slipped into a fugue state effervescent, soporific, hypnogogic world of surrealism without the loss of who I am. A mix of synonyms and antonyms to create a different kind of state.
Ashpyxiating Ghosts It knocked rapidly upon the door in my head seeking to consume every breath getting lost in my own mind is a chore navigating that lost dungeon of failed hopes labyrinthian misery, blood congealed go ahead and consume me cause right now, I’m alone and won’t drag anyone else into this marina’s trench of frozen hell.
We were not born in sin. I was not born to drown you were nto born to suffer we were not born in sin. Yet, we still pretend this is all we’ve got I still drown in memories and alcohol you & I both suffer the floods and we still feel ashamed of who we are. I’m changing my perspective growing to accept that these things are not inevitable that nothing is inevitable but death and before I pass away I fully intend to live my own way.
Blood of the teeth Blood spills from between my crooked teeth they’re to remind me of jagged failures this weekend, I ate more than the weekdays during which my heart bled poisonous wroth thoughts are consuming, the reasons so many escape with their habitual consumptions their addictions, because they don’t know how to forget every blade that they’ve forged how to forget every page that they’ve wrote these boundaries exhaust me only because I let myself grow weak. I became something lesser than me.
The winding night I’m going 70 in a 45, gasoline spilt in my trunk, getting me high these curves are a little tight for the speed I’m travelling can’t get past how the sun and the moon were out together earlier the moon with her children the stars and the sun with all of his brilliant fury and rage fighting his eternal war against her peaceful, quiet love. In the morning, I get up, quietly make and prepare coffee put on music, rest, shower, relax, write. Inside, I wonder why I haven’t died cause I fight the impulse to stop in oncoming traffic to overdose fill my lungs with helium drown in ethanol or purchase a firearm etcetera, etcetera I fight these urges for no reason but that these actions are meaningless so I’ll quietly go one hundred miles an hour on the interstate quietly say come what may but the truth is I want to be there for my son and all of my loved ones these feelings are a loaded gun and I can’t ever see me getting any better anytime soon.
If you want to find hell with me... Today, I fought the rare desire to quell the fires with amphetamines, codeine, alcohol and weed like I did before. I ripped apart a few problems, grappled the facts presented my presentation just before going to another quiet day of “say hey what was I supposed to do again?” Yeah, I’ve lost tracking, interlaced videos playing I know very few understand what I’m saying through subconscious streams of thought presented upon ancient weathered rock. Today I fought desires born of rage and a desire of peace. I hope this possibility might work out for me but I have grown jaded lost every ounce of faith I once had within life’s stream.
Something New You and I raised hell in the Alabama night. We stole Signs, laughing throughout our long, roving ride ‘til the sun come up & I woke to find you’d left my side and as the leaves all fell the wind cooled, our demons sought for something new.
The Dancing Ghost In my head, you’re still smiling though you’ve left my heart long ago. Guess you could say that I’m a tired old fool. We were just children, playing the role of adults. Now, that’s all gone on out the window. Keep on dancing in my head, I never lied when I said I’d love you until my death. Now, how many years have gone by since you left in such a fury while I held my broken guts, freezing though those winters and starving for my pride? I’ve loved and failed since then, heard you settled down while I forsook the hallowed ground. You keep on dancing in my head, I didn’t lie when I said I’d love you ‘til the day I die I just can’t be there anymore cause you changed your mind about me.
Weather Dreams Autumn weather precedes her equinox. Spring stayed a week after six and a half months of winter. We’re skipping pleasantries always forgetting to stop for a look at the surrounding beauty. Move slower, speak lower learn to love without expectations perhaps then, we can dream once again.
Wrath Come, bring the fires, they dance in mirth and mire for their nailed corpse god, drawing out ancient ire with ignorant indigence indifferent towards the indigenous and the spirits they condemn, draw blood-red lines, sanguine scars upon their dead hearts to carry into the next iteration, weaponless, bloody, denied salvation. Bring the fires, let them burn.
Laundromat Outside of the laundromat, we talk about the future and take photos fo the moon. My cigarette tastes terrible, I hate my bad luck and my dirty hands look wrong against this paper. I hope soon that things get better for me, for you for everyone. Until then, let’s enjoy one another, the company we share and the crisp autumn air.
Dead Man Dancing The pallid man sat in an old saloon long abandoned, dust ran along every surface of the room. Tales tell of a piano playing late at night, patrons coming and going and every now again a loud fight always ending in a shot. The pallid man gets up, goes to the middle of the room and dances with an unseen entity her beauty all his to see.
Mea Silentis Vox I woke up late today and smoked the last cigarette. Money’s a little tight made a check to find out loyalty’s not what I thought it was. Gave it a chance at least honesty’s available. My room’s cold, should turn off the A/C stomach rumbles, should be eating shouldn’t feel so badly can’t help it the voice that usually drives me is deafeningly silent.
20/20 Twenty, twenty, vision none that's how I've been living my life blindly searching for a partner that'll stay for more than a while now I'm done, grow my hair out won't open my mouth unless I need to need to visit the river soon baptise myself, wash off the sins I've clearly been living in self-deprivation, ignoring the world forgetting the importance of simplicity over complexity come to the ocean with me we'll watch the ghosts all dance upon the rocks below better yet, stay where you are I'd rather love the moon alone.
Puzzles Abtruse, multifarious Abstractions splice the parlance of ratiocination foundering a ramshackle actuality heretofore an anomaly of cant and piety this essence has opposed forays seeking to crush the crux upon which this animus endures the angst of being slowly, the psyche seeks reparations
Transom The transom window fell open beneath my drunken, bloody palms and the ground rushed in. Without viable reconciliation, I slammed shut the doors that revealed who I was shattering blossoming flowers akin to murano glass. Still, somehow, she found my key and let herself in to plant a new garden and let the light in.
Morgan and Myrddin Leaves rustle, the breeze teases all that she touches with her ethereal presence. These mountains glow in Luna’s presence and Morgan Le Fay stands by my side I am Myrddin Wyllt in the guise of a sane soul, though truth be told, these energies are wild, lost and old. The romance within this heart will grow thorny vines of rose for nimue will I fall, begotten by the enchantress’s wile a mad druid overcome by the forces of which he loves. This is all to say I cannot give up for I have so much more to give when it comes to love and time to live.