We wander through the streets
distracted by dream sweets
Pretending we know where we are going
Our errands and tasks based on our personalities
We fall into ourselves
miles deep
We wonder through the sweetness
Brain city each thought a street
unending moving heating ever flowing
searing as we bask in our idionsyncracies
nothing to keep us from delving
wild and steep
Liam shakes and Liam breaks
Vana strikes him in the face
days are chains
weeks of blame
distilling guilt
stinging lubrification
bed is hot
House a prison
Working off that last drop
Of radioactive puberty
Liam trembles
submissive and simple
Confusion bubbling away
He'll pull it off in time
or get a taste of her dismay
get corrected and ashamed
He pleads but she insists
He reads the safe word
she binds ankles and wrists
He seeks her eye, she his lips
To question is brilliant.
I would be relieved.
I don't know if god
will give me this
but if God does
I'll be relieved.
I'll feel whole.
I'll change.
it will sculpt me.
Why do i talk about god here?
Because i cannot control this
, and not having what i want.
not having god give me everything makes me love.
I don't know why
but his pain is merciful.
the pain i sometimes feel allows me to understand
the world the way I am supposed to see it.
I would be filled with love.
I think i would want to cry
if she gave life
I would want to celebrate,
even if again that life was snuffed out. forgive me
Satelites
My enemies came buying their identity
I have nothing for you here
Read into this- your disease will never be mine
You find yourself contagious but i'm not susceptible
These two men and their mothers
I am not responsible for their rotten baggage
I cannot haul it for either of you
Not even while you rest
So sit down chug your feed
Count your blessings
Scheme your schemes
be on your way
These lines of land are mine|
They go around and around
Between them you get caught up
Just training for purgatory
I haven't got the equipment
I cannot divide my time
So walk on into the horizon
i am not the light you seek
I do not desire a sophisticated betrayal
When i see what I have planted
a centimeter higher than last year
Well I give my soul to God all over
and he gives me another year to look on
No solution for your mess
No opiate or weakness to exploit
So onward to limbo
I cannot validate your steps
Your tiny shifts toward evolution
Your awkward excuses
semblances of regret
I will not be your father
For you will not be guided by me
Round earth
You will be back here soon enough, you'll see
I lost my life not far from the sea oh so ghastly
Near estate pasture land, soul breath over the blades of grass
Following breeze as it combs through his essence lost within
My killer was the housemaid from the mansion
She hovered over my body
Blade in hand head still nodding
Drops of blood off knife
Last seconds of life
She placed small volcanic rocks over my body
She danced over the boulders blood wanting
Midnight's tide churning somewhere nearby
Through crevices of the coast sighing
Cloud hides moon so there were no witnesses
she ran barefoot into the pasture brazenly
In that grass, which no animal ever grazed
Spirit trapped under rocks now emerging
Calling her lythe body to come to me
My message caught her like boomerang runes
Cloud moved away showing her to the moon
Illuminate her path back where my body rests
Sky became clearer exposing the midnightness
The sense of guilt in her steps to ground of murder
Witness to the ghost I am occuring now to her
Asking her back to embrace me once more
She looked at the bloody knife and listened
Still in her stained hands glistening
She rubbed it off on the grass and stopped dancing
Turned and attempted to run back toward the mansion
As her feet moved forward the land moved back
She remained in place near where my rock cracked
The whole field lit in pale hues by a midnight moon
She continued running but her position didn't move
The long pines laughed as the wind threw them around
whispering between owl hoot and crashing wave sounded
No shortcuts in life or death, no straights in a world so round...
She bounced down the road,
advancing up the far side.
Deliberately ignoring me,
Each cute stride up and down on her calves.
Like the world existed only for her.
Her long brown hair swung in unison
with her jumpy strides,
Her restless rhythm infects me,
Her posture compound signaling stubborn dignity,
Shoulders back, chin just slightly raised.
Every movement was an elaborate snub,
Emphasis that I didn’t matter.
Her desire for adventure almost provokes curiosity,
like a duchess spilling her good self over the pavement
The rains are here again
Goddess doesn't play
The drops tell me
in their slang and sway
To go back inside rethink
Forget about movement
have a warm drink
Sun has been confiscated
Goddess put it away
Dreary outside
Thick cloud harsh grey
Somewhere on her shelves
Behind her forbidden veil
Sits the sun, sassy Goddess and her day wall
As chuvas estão aqui de novo
A Deusa não brinca
As gotas me dizem
em sua gíria e balanço
Para voltar para dentro, repensar
Esquecer o movimento
Tomar uma bebida quente
O sol foi confiscado
A Deusa o guardou
Triste lá fora
Nuvem espessa, cinza dura
Em algum lugar em suas prateleiras
Atrás de seu véu proibido
Está o sol, a Deusa atrevida e sua parede de dias
