Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Grave Digger
took pity.
Took him to the water hole. Let the horse drink. He told me
"Ya...Ya know... I...
The feeling.
The Stillness.
Soft dew on the grass... SIlence... in the night.
You still feel all the
mumbo jumbo
all the spiritual questions of
desecration... of religion
and ghosts as you dig into that sad, soft soil...
The fear...
gut deep drench of guilt and fear,
so tight like a suckerpunch, that
You KNOW.
Be it the laws or religions of it all
You're gonna have to pay for what you done. "
I left without paying his tab.
Untitled (union)
it is in these few fleeting moments
and in the way that I always open to a blank page
of how just your silhouettes
left my house. But as more
we’ve all shared
experienced.
The soft light gracing a shoulder
in a painting kind of way
having nothing to do with sex
or any bodily question
just the beauty of a moment
the times of experience
I love my friends. With a
trust that’s uncertain
but never absent.
For these moments of clarity.
Even though they would never understand
why I write this or what it means,
maybe just for that reason.
Because who cares.
And still, here they are.
THANK YOU
For keeping me sane some
times, otherwise I’d
have killed myself a long time
ago. Cause fuck this place.
and the misunderstanding of life.
Sometimes life is just
an unneeded aggravation. One
more fight, but here it is.
And I love being alive as much as I hate myself sometimes.
So that’s where it ends.
with just the fight.
with just the breathless experience.
Untitled.
This is your existence
don’t yourself be fooled
or let yourself be fooled by
those who would hope to
contain you
this is your existence
this is your trial and trivial tribulations
don’t feel uncertain about what might hope to be gained. we owe
you everything. and so goes in
an unspoken testimony, an
unsaid air about us to you. we
are proud that you, these people of whose vices we know not, have come to help us and make us stand
tall, strong, and loud about who we are and what it is we feel
and think
we do. we are so proud of all
of you as we hope you are proud
of us. in this light, you mean everything
this is our, of us and you, existence. and thank you.
Untitled.
I am the face of LUST.
I am the horn in each of the
four corners
leaving no retreat for safety
I am the twisted wicked smile.
That will drag you down & in.
in & down.
I am the drugs that will
distract your devotion
I am the unfaithful
I am lust
I am the sinful eyefuck.
I am the inviting wink to the contenders
I will let you in to let me in before I’m
ready to really try.
I am the sounds received
of complementing quotes in echoing ears.
repeating sweet virus’ into
the ear of the one you care for
I am the player
I am the stare that brings your
mate from you.
The stylish, controlling appearance
overwhelming those you wish to care for.
I infect with lust and remove you of
your affections and influence of emotions true
and you will hate me
because you know of love.
And what love is.
And the immediate necessity of my defeat. And you will hate me.
Because I reflect those from you
whom you give yourself to.
openly. and willingly. simply because
you know,
of the gentle softness
of love.
Gideon's Charlemagne
Leak this, the soiling facefuls
of what I’ve got
It’ll drip down you
It’ll run you
I’ll make you swim inside what I spit
You’ll drink me
every drop of me
I’ll make you lick it off yourself
I’m so thick
I taste so dedicated
And I myself, I soar
When I let you have it
Full Blast
When I push inside of you
everything that I have
You’ll taste me
and drink
it’s the fruit of the Gods
to me
to myself & I
obviously, to you.
Singing Children's Golden Voices
Children born
rusted and flaking hair
dripping the face of god
breathless from the atrophy
Ice Angel
Yes. Yes there is worry.
If in one soft palm you timidly held
the only REAL angel,
made of ice, over a hollow fire,
You’d worry too.