(2013)
a poem that turned into a kind of prayer
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
You know nothing of the world beyo… Yet temerity is your passion as yo… You judge me by a philosophy gaine… I don’t demand respect or need it… You treat me as a fool, my feeling…
you don’t understand what its like… for twelve long years I’ve lived a… I’ve watched you laugh, sip and gu… all the while I was craving, alway… my heightened sense of smell kicks…
ghosts of your blood litter this f… strewn about the walls, arterial s… your final act of conscious though… an urge to steal yourself away resting there on embossed paper
To you I’m just a dark secret I’m the elephant skipping around t… And you’ll do all you can to avoid… As I crash and smash from near to… Well let me whisper some truth
father, my life has been hell you turned your back on me, the smallest glimmer of value I meant less than that to thee what revolution will you have me s…
that dark candle you lit, you hold it burns with the brightness of a… it hides the creases and the full-… unnoticeable to others, its the ra… it drips a slow shadow of wax
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
I can see ghosts in your eyes you carry them like hopes, clutched close and tightly held each one a knot in lifes rope, clouds form in and around the iris
true and real faith hides its face… between ego and a barrage of hurt… we endure our lives as an out as a… asides fluttering in subliminal ec… our stage and act is someone else’…
you live your life forever unhappy persistently vexed at who you are, permanently gazing at the treadmil… wishing you were them, while they… you live your life forever unhappy
a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number
a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
death, your bullets won’t weigh me your eyes shan’t score my worries your noose can’t imprint my cover I dwell blinded by the lux of stea… death, your shadow won’t provoke m…
two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…