The Grave Digger

I met a drunkard and
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.