They botched the execution
The head gets thrown to and fro
Twists and untwists
Extreme convulsions
The violent rapid clicks
Body clench hip swivel
Skin frizzle blood boil
The steel sparks
Buttocks bubble
Bones crack
The charge hits the heart
The face freezes in gasp
The machine was not rigged properly
The young man survived
But the memories burned
Until his final execution two years later
Scowl of the heir
Shift of the eyes
Let light inside
Greeting furnished in charisma
Smooth facial skin
A house for a brain
One with cypresses
And greco roman columns
Pale glow of the face
colonial porridge
tweaked honesty
The air of nobility
You have done well my fitness leech
rounded muscle and pumped up speeches
If I out train you, you'll be left reaching
Nothing comes when we seek desperately
They've mocked and I've learned steadily
Then they come in timid states to beseech me
Before they spasm arrogance against the carpet again
You've done so well not an ounce of effort pushed in vain
Yet it is all vanity pie that sees you stunted
And cutting it easily the filling is abundant
And filled with unattainable delictable cream
That never meets lips but taints and slashes dream
Lo I've merged and messed with the ugliest parts
Carving out what the world fears to lose
Smoothing and sculpting curating illusions
You want to do the same, sweet and fast
Follow the path
Through these forests dark
How many times was I devoured by my own fears?
My warnings fall on your convinced deaf ears
You who knows all when you train you carve it up
Distribute the knowledge as if you were the arbiter
The fool is boundless the universe a canvas for the clown
In your expectations there exists only fuel for frowns
Nothing will suffice as urge rises from within
marking my skin like intricate tattoos
Showing I am an obvious wanter a dreamer
A prisoner of my own heart born lust
Obvious to the world
unable to hide sentiment
the hollowness groans
There is no remedy
This human appearance I carry
Is just a rockface of a mountain front
A canyon inside hides a calefaction
Further in abberant abyss
So deep hides many worlds
Each running on concupiscence
Power plants feeding the collective
Radioactive embers of yen glowing
Illicit zeal radiates from it´s dire incandescence
The driver looked at the passenger
Changed gear and urged the engine forward
Not a kiss was exchanged
but glances repeated
They pulled into the first florist
Carried a load of roses
Sunny greetings and morning puns
then back onto the road
Exhaust smoke deluge
Over the rough stone tarmac
Steering wheel requires force
carrying passion
Glances are traded
On one occasion contact is made
Holding two hundred meters from the curve
He knows her and she knows him
Courage is a form of love
In a truck that distributes such possibility
To so many unwilling lonely hearts
The driver and passenger among them
Flick blank
I can see you from the corner of my eye
Sacred ghost
You flicker toward me then disappear
You seem more afraid of me than I am you
Flash glance
I feel your presence linger
A soft shadow at the doorway
I could almost give you a name
And not judge you
Or find you sinister
Simply let you exist
sometime after your death
You may realize
left foot forward then swing hips
Right foot now
you saw yourself walking
Playing toward the backyard
Half smile demands contact
Demands sunlight
footsteps and optimism
You may realize
take time, sit down
slowly reflect
Your grace intact
Change screams inconvenient truths
The first one is absolutely no fixing
The second the past holds no answers
The third letting go is the only option
You may realize
All good things come
You can feel them
coming from the great nothings
into a wonderful tangible place in reality
