It's always darkest before dawnBlack trash has died before he was even buriedSitting next to scarf wearing girls on the busBut no one can hear the padded rhythm of his shoes before stepping into the devils denRoses in the devils garden I tell you,Roses in the devils gardenI used to tell himWhat is your name because,Angels who I have known climbed high and never came back downSo I left them thereIn the sweetness so coldAnd they stay there sedatedSo will you pray for me, for them, for allBecause you have electricity in your soulAnd it could have a chance to come out playFor once before concrete depositionAnd he says to meWho the fuck are you to sayYou’ve felt a shot in the darkAnd whiningly speak of beingblinded by the sun and stars
May the moon shine bright aboveRed Rover,Calling you over,to breathe sweet monoxide to my lungsleave me black and deadin a cold alley's gutterso I can spark up little purityto prostitutes and pimpsjunkies with lips locked around run-away'sthat pause to pay hesitant respect
Another AbominationNever love your mother.Because you deserved to leave that clawed up house from the start, and no hours of relentless sobbing will turn you back. Do not trade weak spoken slam poetry tinged with lisps for unspoken lovey-dovey ramblings.She was not there with your peeps of suicide, slitting your wrists with paperclips and etching out tree branches to your skin.You deserve to write ANGRY UPPERCASE POETRY on bathroom showers after standing in the shower, breathing steam. Wanting to turn into some abomination to swim away and sink faux fangs into human flesh.Rare moments of shoving freezer burned chocolate ice cream into your mouth is delicate, with laughing your ass off like a crazy man, eyes glued to the T.V. No amount of disappointing desserts foreign to the mainstream eye is worth it.I still think that men who love men who drown themselves because they love the sea are ABSOLUTELY PREPOSTEROUS, AND SCHIZOPHRENIA IS JUST ANOTHER POINTLESS CARICATURE OF DREAMS SPOILED IN THE MIND OF A
How I loved his battle cryTo him, loyalty was the single witness of your crucifixion, and as you lay upon the makeshift cross of decaying metal, maybe, just maybe, she would breathe you back to life with her hoarse words, and the feet to hold up your body would tread once again on this forbidden planet.I believe these were not his exact words, because he was a simple machine, and had been hushed by this mistress for as long I had tried to make him speak.The day I first met him was when I was shifting through codes of binary, and stumbled upon his locks of lavender with green eyes sparking the darkness. I only watched him as he played with his brothers, and then waited for my father to call me home.That night I asked him again, and he said I will never love another man. He said this while I averted to the deer head mounted next to our psalms. His coal hardened eyes made me guilty, and I mumbled a word of recognition for him. I never felt sorrow, but hedeserved my respect.On the second day there was mu
Affairs and other amiable thingsMrs.Mallard sang, a ballad that could make Mona Lisa cry out in both wonder and fear afflictions with the heart you say?... what is this? railroad disasters, it was only an open window! Catching patches of blue skies, flying free,free,free! And to honor a lovely life, I say she loved you sometimes Because she drank the elixer of life,
A Confession of love to a worker of many sortsMonochrome skies with the seekers flying high,What a wonderful day,I dreamed of my beloved and I setting sail,I beg you, take me awayAnd honestly there is nothing wrong with,kisses drunk with passion and the atmosphere of the imaginary land I walk .
Airplanes in armsHeart attacks in a glass, what a wonderful dayBreathing in the blackness of greedWait, what?A moral on its way?Chop its head off, and let the true blood flow,For we live in the land of pure metal.
Puppy dog tears and golden ringsLet words unwrap you as if it was your first raptureAre you breathing in too tight?I may not believe in God, but damn I believe in life.Oh noIn the end we are all clinging to violin strings, where was the grand symphony to play us out?I always knew the cello was the wisest of them all.
Golden seekers are the blindest ones of them allYou are,not so great,Thanks to your blessings,The poisoned hummingbird continues to pollinate till this dayMaybe the proud spider should stop spinning its knotted web,So you can smell the burnt thunderbolt falling from the sky
hours.insomniactallblacklooking strong, but fragileand alone.she knows no moon or sun; no wrong or rightjust numbly walks on november's nightseeking victimsto feedsatisfydemonwho enslaved her.maybe once she had a wings,maybe once she was lovedsweetly tasted his soft mouth-maybe once she was forsaken, homelesswhile wind was lavished cheeks icy kisses.once, she had a heart-now, would you like to kiss her goodbye?
Shield of the LionThis life is a waging warThe fires rage in the streets.Exposed day by day and in the eve of the nightThe fires rage in our souls.O Lion of Judah; you are the shield I carry.You are the fire that breathes into my heartAnd the breath that wakes me with refreshment.O Lion of Judah; my heart raises your banner in my heart.This war will end one day and you will reignAnd your banners will be raised in your righteous eyes.Lion of Judah; you are the shield I carryAnd the battle cry I sing with the halls of my heart.O Lion of Judah; roar in my heart!You are the fire that will never burn out and my heart bows to you!My heart forever sings to you the victor!O King, I your servant and you go with me into the eve of battle!You my shield and my refugeI stand victorious in you.O Lion of Judah; no battle and no war will defeat meYou are with me wherever I go.
My Tongue is not Silver, but GoldTo Animate the scrawlings,hastily breathed onto fine paper,inken and heathen,held up high -that is the work of a silver tongue,an inkhearted man with the worldin a pen and his page.The cyan beauty ofa three seconds past dawnglitter could not becaptured by any other,no poet nor lyricist,no one but he who sawit shining in the first instance(And ultimately held thatbeauty to himself).I am no Man ofwonders - the scribblesthat dot my past areinconsequential, solemn andpenciled in, too afraidto be permanent,too alive to be perpetual.I can't explain the beauty ofchildbirth with theendless metaphors that he could,not the sharp tonesnor the glimmering melliflouswarbling of songbirds.I couldn't exist besidesmyself, nora million realities of me.The metal in my mouthdoes not tarnish,not like silver.The metal in my mouth is thatwhich burns hot in the sky,that scratches its nameto you (If you see it,you shall catalyseand covalently combine).My tongue is golde
Queen of Sheba: Drawn by the LightI saw your light shine from afar,heard stories of riches,of wisdom incomparable -rumours, I thought,but I could not helpbut be drawn,drawn to your light.I have come to seeif the rumours are true.I have come to seeyour riches and fame.I have come to seeif you're as wise as they say.I have come,drawn by your light.And I see that the truthsurpasses wildest rumour,that the light is even brighterwhen seen up close,and I wish I could takeand keep a little spark,take it home so it can spreadand envelop the world.I want to knowmore about you,I want to knowthe source of your wisdom,I want to knowthe meaning of this blessing -I want to know your God.For He is the onewho put the light in you -He is the onewho draws all to you -He is the onewho cal light a spark in me -now I am drawn,drawn to Him.
The Chain and the LightI was raised to follow the lawAnd hate those who didn’tI followed it to a TNot forgetting to cross my t’s and dot my I’sI snuffed out thoseWho would be hereticsI was praisedBy the JewsI put fearInto those who followed JesusI learned the hard wayI was wrongAnd I never beenSo happy to be wrongMy sight was takenAnd my views changedSoon it was restoredAnd my life in debtTo Jews and GentilesTo tell themAbout my Lord and SaviorThe Messiah, the Lion and the LambMy Rabbi and my lifeJesus ChristI will follow HimUnto my death,For He gave me eternal life
Living the LifeLife with God is eternalWe continue foreverFor the Lord is everlastingLet us shine forth His loveAnd proclaim His glorious name
Do you hear me?Cracking your knuckles against my teethAnd singing silly love songs to insomniaRoses are red,Lobelias are blue,Conjunctions are just sighsSped up to you