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I stumbled upon a wood

A transparent Grove with silver lined trees

At the behest of my master, Mother Instinct

Mister Self

This bio-spiritual entity

That seeks its own comfort

and that of none other

The trees were shining,

With the voluptuous Fruit of Folly

Dangling from their jagged arms

And the grass sparkled

I was filled with longing

But upon touching these things

And seeking the fruit

My phalanges passed through them

As they would through mountain air

Mister Self…Mother of Feeling…

For what reason have you led me here?


I’m sick of writing

About the sorrows

Possessed by either myself

Or this dreary rainbow we call a world

That still manages to be colorful…

if a bit faded


My issues?

I’m disgusted at even thinking them

I am blessed beyond my station

Things I don’t deserve

Which are taken away from better,

More deserving souls


Why does the wicked (I) succeed in his way?


I play the victim

Like a secondhand fiddle with broken strings

And a tape recorder in my back pocket

Producing a melody as I strut and fret upon the roof

But it’s all a lie


I am not a victim.

I am a glutton, spoiled


Victims are heroes

They  are beautiful souls

Loved and protected now, at last

Gods and goddesses they’ve become

Glistening in the heavenly realms

Put there by hate


It seems so cliche

But I think common cliche is crystal truth

That we should seek two things, and two only

The joy of those (Above and) around us

And the joy of ourselves

This is the whole of the law


And if we take these strides…

If take these basic steps

We will heal the world

Honor the loves who were taken

And prevent more being snatched away


Make this rainbow bright again

Connections are made

Microscopic conscience

The mechanized soul


I see goodness

I witness the coming together

Of souls, minds, ideas


But are the thoughts our own?


Perhaps not for long

When, through hunks of metal

Consciousness is duplicated


Does the soul exist?

If we can, in fact, create it?

Your network–

Streaming doubt into my veins

There are ghosts, surrounding…


They are data. They are bytes

Bytes and bots–

As the Spirit of God is breathed over the waters

And as the wind moves reality

We know not, we see not

Where the invisible originates


These thoughts are cliche

Familiar, but it’s true

Not science fiction

The noise…

These irritants, obstacles

Always judging

Always looking down

The noises don’t know a thing about me

I am not a skinny, useless, fatal wraith

I am not what the mirror tells me

Cast your line,

Receive a nibble, hook nothing

It doesn’t matter

If I run out of line,

I’ll just use some damn shoestring

We have no peace….why?

I think I figured it out

Without sound

Without reflective glass

and without turbulence

This boat would be very boring

So rock it some more

I know how to swim

And if I fail

At least this little boat

Will become a luxury liner

I see the spiders before you do

For they are my brethren

My small, ugly countrymen who scurry in the dark


Just like the insects

The flies

The bacteria, contaminating nothing but my mind

I think it’s on everything



River bed veins

Petrol, oatmeal, vitamin E

Boils of pus, infected

Look how clean I am


The sink

The tub

My altars to the clean

Where I scrub the day’s success away

Mere failure lies beneath

Maybe it’s just…ME who is filthy


Wash my self off myself


Gaze into my mind

Don’t worry, this abyss is too drunk to stare back

Inebriated, toxic

Like how I relate with all my loves


Psychotic–how I’m to be

Always at the floor on bended knee

I should love my Master

Rather, I grovel at His feet


I’ve washed my fingers

I’ve washed and I’ve prayed seven times today

Hoping my loves will perish not

Lecherous crisis – come see what I’ve wrought


Scar tissue, with bruises

Marks on a shattered mirror

It was a smudge to begin with

Smeared with the weakness of weakness


So soft…


Perhaps another pill will help

A capsule, sublingual

Washed down with inverted ambrosia


Oh, no


You’ve hurt your loves again


Cease! No more talking to yourself

Talk to the Answer instead

I’ve cast this shadow all on my own

Please, lift away the darkness


Yellow star at dawn





I’m done with this hiatus
This hiatus, it made my heart burn
No, Not the acidic esophagus
I could handle that

But it burns from being….
More lacunal than alive
The throbs were empty
Pulses of creative energy
That needed to be shared
Lucky seven? I don’t care

Because you are all in need
In fact, you desperately REQUIRE
A dash of venom, a cup of honesty
And a teaspoon of regret.

Don’t you worry, baby
I’ll give you hope as well
But you better take the salt
‘Fore I give you any sugar

Want some vinegar?
Some honey?

Too bad.

Blood is the thickest of rivers
Take this flow before you take the rest

No baby, take this negativity

For how can you be happy?
If you weren’t at first depressed
At the Genesis

I’ll save you if you’ll take it
Not sorry that I made it

I’ll fill your lungs with ecstasy
Come be with me, there’s nowhere else to be

This body…
This skin upon my outsides
It aches, it pains
It makes me think I wanna die

But fuck it.
It’s phantasmal anyway.

This soul…
This ghost….
More solid….
Than our flesh

Fuck this fucking scarecrow

Dilapidated hearts

Made new by the sun

The air itself seemed blue

An extension of the sky
Wisps of cloud, dancing like angels

But one came down to rest

Taking form before me, upon a bench
A swing

As we dangled our feet

And I gazed into her eyes

Emerald, incredible

and deeper than deep space
“The horses have escaped.”

We were terrified to touch then

And then we drove

AT the end of the route – a gateway

two trees, trying desperately to reach each have other

just as we were, between every new sun

Remember the music

Remember the laughter

and sleep – even slumber was exciting

Life is a weapon

A mace, a knife, a gun

For me, however

It’s smooth, dull, silent


And uninspired obligations

Oh, how I long to deviate from this course

Steer me away

Keep me at bay

I’d hurt you but – muzzled maw

These hands

Cracked and bleeding from obsession

I wish my breaths weren’t full of fear

My God, my God, I need you here





Don’t let these dull and dead eyes

Corrupt the ones I hold dear

Shield them from infection

Let no disease shed from my heart

And save us

My God, my God, just save us


Please pay heed to my plea

Tear out the gunk and let me see 

Your infallible eyes

My, do they mesmerize 

Can you just sit for a moment?

Can you let me gaze upon the Paragon?

Hair, flowing

Any color, any length

My fingers run through, I feel so renewed


Not pale…but like a pearl 

A soft, radiant piece of jewel

Curves, form, shape – 

I fall upon my face

“Humans aren’t perfect,” they always say

lo and behold, I have found an exception 

Lay – Angel, just lay

Let me stroke your tender lips

Let me see your heart’s covering

Supple, delightful

The same as the spirit within

For your outer

Is so obviously a reflection of your inner

Loyalty, love

Perfect Bios, perfect Zoe

I wish for all eternity

That your heart will beat, so close to me

I love you to the sun and back

But we can’t get too close

Your light, your fire

Will outshine all things solar
And all manner of things

Hold not a candle to thee

You are but a small part of His Glory

But you are the biggest one I can see
To me, you and our child

Are made in His image more than any other 

Therefore, I can scarcely imagine

The Beauty of our Savior
And I thank you for showing me