Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Seen


Now, ain't no need in running
from mister cuz he gon find ya anyhow,

   dipping and ducking sally
   ain't no good since used and abused by the hands of the devil under moon's strike

    heart don wax cold and done wit. No man can touch er' soul even if she let em.
    Told she crawled belly down wit dem snakes down da in the swamp,

seen her...

Now, ain't no need in running
from mister cuz he gon find ya anyhow

snuff ya light out.

SHINE!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Nope

Ain't gonna stand bottom lake
Stone feet
Ain't gonna fly straightway
Webbed net
Ain't gonna spill guts
To be tripped up bust lipped
Bloody torched tude

Save that song for the choir
Singing on corner 666 in black
Robes and white tube socks

Ain't gonna walk no high wire
Slipped wit olive oil
Ain't gonna hand heart
To no butcher
Ain't gonna kiss dem lips
laced wit lies
Ain't gonna ain't gonna

Save that song for the choir
Singing on corner 666 in black
Robes and white tube socks.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Memo:

You must understand; payback is a bitch.
Tag Heuer Twenty Four Concept Chronograph

Compass

In a tail spin, in which direction do I go?

Life; give me a sign.

Discover why I love                 
                               deeply

Can't let it/you change me
Though it/you change
Then one can never be defeated

Process is grueling,
Learning discovering   the pain is downright unbearable, yet
Hurt is imperative to the process,
Essential as the rudiments of life.

"Lord don't let me lose my mind." I pray thee,
Need love real one
Indeed, I must accept your love first; rudiment
Before I leave this planet coming home to you

I know.
Permit this soul, giving strength to endure
For it is you that gave the desire
Since a child,

The pain is downright unbearable

But bearable to teach.

In a tail spin, in which direction do I go?

My compass leads.

Sunday, April 18, 2010



Kick Ass

speak volumes and say naught,
beta-blocker ready
now speak.

Saturday, April 17, 2010



Waywardness

There is no formula to the intricate
at heart.
There is no healing for the wounded
core.
There is only realization salvation
and revelation.

There is no darkness in a lit soul,
There is no light in a dark one
only chaos and the desire to conquer
the good with its evil.

There is no formula for the wayward.

Friday, April 16, 2010