Voice

I have one
In a journal
You can hear it
Close your eyes
It has feet
So watch your step
It has a scent
So hold your nose

It is sexy and smart
Strong and vulgar
Loud and frightening
Ghetto and wise

Rip a page from the journal and you'll see another
With a different language
Rip that one out and you'll find another

They go on and on
I am just now discovering them
They jumped me one night like muggers in an alley
They stole all my money and gave me a black eye
But it didn't matter
I'd gotten my ass kicked before
But never by my own words

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Missing

I miss you
Sunraped cement
Little girls skipping
Assfucked breezes twirling vengance on my sub atomic particles
Breaking my day into pieces
EDITING me
Re assembling me into a upside down sideways dumpster of musical screams

I miss you
Listen for the screaching wind
That's me
The angry kicking bird in the treetop
his ruffled feathers
Bobbing head
Black eyes
Listen
You will hear me
Missing you

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Carmel

Chew chew chew
Drip drip drip

Sweet baby
Perfumed
I saw your lips
They sprinkled honey flavored spit towards my wet eyes

Suicidal morning hysteria
The mourning heir of mania in my dreams
I am not sure what I am saying to you
Sweet perfumed dangling spectacle
In my hair
Coiled in a nest of my hai r
Sweet baby
You heard me say God was dead so you ran to me
Saw my wet eyes and dripped your rainbow hysteria onto my mania

Sweet fragrant knife holding heiress to my honey
Come towards me and chew
:)

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The End Of Time

It came crashing
Like an alto rain
Voices full of acid
Green colored with red edges
Blured sessions of oral cancer
They smoked and hissed
Pumped bass into my heels
Flinging me over the mountains into a hill made of razors
I had to climb
It crashed but so what
It happened
And that's that
My hill is here
I'm barefoot on it
I can't see the top
But it's there

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Monologue

I must finish this task before it is too late. God is dead. Somewhere, a gravedigger is pitching cold dirt onto a box the same way that I am spilling sand on top this box. We both follow our masters will all the way to its unknown end. I cover this truth below in these depths as power is being turned over to the greatest lie of them all. As I staple this to the belly of the sea destiny holds its breath and asks of me, my queen, what are you willing to give? I am fortuitous to sleep with a rage and at the same time posses fury. I am swayed by my own abilities which guide my stoic nature to cease with this veil. But will, it bids of me to let this rose lay sweetly underneath the gray mask as a perfumed heap of red that will be spilled onto all once the palette has dried. But fear is present. I can tell by the knot in my throat. I don..t know what lies to my backside. Will I turn my head and the canvas be hewed in oily sketches made by hysterical hands. Will I be a sheep in the footsteps of a destiny where the sun knows not where it belongs? Where the day knows not when to end? What will become of me .. of us, if fear of obedience is a loathsome villain? If will doesn..t stay my hand and I press my palms upon this hole I may turn the sea into a grave. With one slash I could burn everything around me. I have the might! I posses the weakness to force a revelation before I turn my sweaty brow. But I will stay my hand and consummate myself by marrying the will I have kissed time and time again. At this moment, I am sure the gravedigger is wiping his brow and clumsy oafs smile and drink in victorious banter. But the time will come when these things to will end. They defile my eyes, but my will, coupled with the slow turn of my head will overturn this day of agony and sweeten its curdled quiver. As I bury this box I also bury my name. So that I no longer exist I have decided in Gods stead to change my name to a voiceless whisper. I am present only because the movement of my hand and the length of my hair sway back and forth. I am cemented with this and bound to a truth larger than myself

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Blindfolded

I could wiggle my pen blindfolded on a kicking mules ass and still do the damn thing
To the death
Be it about her and I or me and him
My gun or lips are the fatty puss in my pen
The paper moans, the shrill leak of dim
Faded thought, already gone, let go in the wind

I can spit on a mosquitos heart and my words would still be visible a mile away
To the death
I do the damn thing

Come her with her soft snowy lips
They melt before I can even quench
Come him
I cut his tongue off but the asshole keeps swinging
Said he wants my best so I'm supposed to me him with a bat in the alley

I do the think - my creaky mind
Won't let me sneak up on time
It's throws me the fake whisper of something kind
And as I swallow it down I find

The truth
Ad see that I could make pretty a bloody child in the gutter
A maniac street that whores out its mother
Tells me a secret and lathers it in butter
I take a bite - and a story I begin to mutter

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Chances

Spin the chamber
There are 5 kisses snuggled into the hard blanket
One empty bunk though
I can peek through it and see straight through
To the toes of that cold bastard
I can peek through and see
One spot
A chance to escape
I pull the hair flavored decision maker

There isn't a sound
Only a gasp from my hearts gut
Regardless I made it out - the better

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Untitled

Such passion must be out of control
A loose waterhose filling with pressure
FLINGING ITSELF ABOUT

Who will catch me
Grab a hold to the nozzle
Brass - it reminds me of Pennies
Leaves an icky taste in my mouth similiar to grass

Who will suck
Not the dirty minded - lude - kind
The soul stealing kind

SHE

She has short arms but she tumbles into the fold and wrestles the hose
How'd she do that
Brave girl

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LAER

Real is
Stepping into a pile of fire ants
Change my color - fast like a drawn rifle
Protecting
Legions
Lesions
My liege

Reality drawn by nature in a folded over white crease of looseleaf
Crimp the edge, no - it'll be too smooth then

Like a babies ass
But you want it real
So take a brick to the set
A field of ant hills
What do you want to do my liege

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Bad Ass

She wears leather
She carries a gun
She hates the man and because of that wont work a normal job
She robs banks from time to time
And wear platinum chains to revolutionary meetings
I think I saw her at a rave high the other night

I am not sure
She move like a shadow
So when I saw her standing next to me I swallowed a deep gulp
I thought she was going to hit me in the head or something
But she didn't
She motioned towards the wall
I looked as her shadow disappeared
It stepped into my darkness like some sort of cartoon

I looked down and I was holding a bomb
I touched my lips and they were wet
For some reason my ears were ringing with the fossill of something that sounded like "Thank-You"

I was standing over a place where I couldmake a difference

I looked at my arm and began to scrawl these words onto my skin

Love changes, in the eye of the storm
Love can move, should revlove
You soul, whispering chalk from the Sun
Chewed up clouds and pefumed vows
Love, the only revolution that matters

I looked back and my shadow was gone
But I was still holding the bomb and standing in a spot where I could do some good

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