So this guise is wisea still look stole I pry.To you I will not lieI tried take my life. The Lord knows hesaw me thrashing in bedand the angel of deathalmost split my head. I savor the scar turnsme into a man who burnsalive so I live in spurnuntil I meet the Lord I return. … Continue reading The Real It Kills
Dear Diary,
Today was a good day. I found something toxic and swallowed it down. All the acidity of a life worth living has taken its toll on me today. I am a gifted liar at times. I need to be. Beauty it seems has its allure in the light as does it in the shadow. My … Continue reading Dear Diary,
Mea Culpa
The dark doesn'thave anything on me.A chasm black earsaid not an eye see. I am a phantomto all tracing eyes;explored deep seeGod gave no reply. Rebel to the sunforeign are its rays.I drab write wordssome shun I display. But the black itis real and closedis heaven's gateto me I suppose. The great secretto life is … Continue reading Mea Culpa
Falling Softly
I’ll write on pages in blue fading black, rip off my white angel wings for you. I told God I felt lust so I am damned, I will fall but I'll have you to me soothe. **** I've forsaken all else and my celestial light to be with you and to never be alone. I … Continue reading Falling Softly
Rum Of Sun
When I feel godof the golden suntest my soul I drink;throw back rum.The one and only,fermented the sting,I will always preferto bring me to sing. I will sit, laugh, reactand blindly I will act.Don't let go you ruse even if I may bruise. I choose to love it,the weight it liftsin all my endeavorsthough I'm … Continue reading Rum Of Sun
Taxing Agent
Taxing agentof smokecough I gaspghouls invoke. We've been gonefor quiet timesin green scenesand quiet crime. We are at wardrive me crazy.Love me in wispsa mind is hazy. I do it to numb,not for comotion.I've got time soI share emotion. Will we my queenbe able to dream?I love this feel,passion is real. The whole issueis that … Continue reading Taxing Agent