A long way coming...

I like my fetus smelling like a god today...by the way... you forgot to tell me that all will be lost an well. Your fortune has chosen your angel in your name...All Jesus says will never be the same...And Me and my ego the other day left for hell. But glad you came.

A rolling rock tumbles into my lap. The grass grow green an long... Gentle giant pollen spores remind me, as on soldier's shoulder they tap.
But to me these dreams could never lie...but always be wrong.

A name a name used for fame. Lost in time, a face could just as easily represent an entire race...But god we hope that we are not the same case...tell me your name...for your spilled blood I ll take the blame if only it eases your pain...slow the tears from your fearing eyes. Take away your telling lies.

Diligent mercy sent

Paper rolls clamped to literal scrolls...
Papyrus wrote clammy messages told
Mind bended and lent for faith to hold... a mold. a mold. a mold.
Clay shaped sculptures and formed,
morphed and stormed with ideal hands pressing in the holes.

Black droplets sail through stormy clouds,
raining the sane down veiny lanes
pouring into the couplets of our viewing eyes
Passing by surprise I find the mental note along a wall.
where parcel clings to the stall; so to the moving tide of my mind.
to find the sign plainly written to this stall...
Pissing away all the dreams down in a golden stream.
of all seemingly seam.
Straight the line along curried mill draining the ever still
draining all living will.
Then I leave.

And yet here I stand in om these prickly trees...
A dim night brighten by full moons light...
clouds wave in starry sea.
I found my self looking at purple mountains bigger then me even million miles away.
Mountains dust in morning dew that reflected gazing rays.
In those solar haze, I found myself looking for night again.
there under my sinning skin find a pool that is place upon a stool...in a room.
the room mends its bend no better then a tree shifting with the moon.
Better yet better then a stone throne in a glass home.
But before slipping out from this bark I must remark.
I found me when looking from that tree into worldly seas of the pool.
My face watched on onward an upward to these tired eyes
an said without a word.
goodbye
in god's eye.

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Where there in lies the problem. The shinning light has been snuffed. Put out by the metal lungs and clockwork heart.Capped_____________
And where will lay the smoke? Not here in this simple room.
What will we take to solve them. Lining the taller scape; Hand over hand to be cuffed. Salty ashes settle star's highway lacing that's strung and strapped.
Blotted out by the sun she said!
Where rays are worn whether or not torn.
There in lies a answer. although worn over and over. read an over read.

Look outside while our hearts are melting inside.

Galactic glaciers gleams on the retina of hopeful sights.
Arrested points frozen under the growing cells.
Blocked and stocked in memories as I feel the milky blood
runs down the silver chrome of a leak'n faucet.
As neon lights glimmer on the sidewalk of concrete hill,
residing beside the willow tree waiting on northern sea.
Sinking down the porcelain checkered floor, fell to the well.
Then as I grab her hand all demise dwindle down to the swelling mud.
Brute mind relaxes to the hidden dream behind the doors, closed up in the closet.

a gap

DO you know why the wind wonders the way it does...
did you ever wonder why things landed on the ground the way it was...
I say I am wondering why lips fold when our arms forget to hold
sold the space in my heart for rent
where I was told the love letters I wrote will be sent.
DID they change did they leave a dent.

nameless

Water washes away and today I think I will just go that way
Dreary season read the face I give to others, a wonder on how I live
Today I drown under the shores
The way I forget open opened doors
And I plan on planning a map
A race around a never ending lap

A bite on my neck

A go is gone.
but with sweet love last long,
a sweeter bitter that wears ever more...
such as a beauty song...
that will remind tender ear...
ring louder then timid fear.
A adieu to you
but chances for me to woo
will linger longer then fairest of sunsets
swindle the smells potent roses that yet to rise
but with these eyes I do cherish the best.