Scars made of Stars

From the heavens you could fall
but of fault you are born
a masterful withdrawal
in linen and silk torn
a masterpiece
never been noticed
beyond the most brilliant man's sight
you could be resurrection
in a scar's vision focused

tortured in reprieve
a magic trick sleeve
i see through your mirror
the shocking true terror
a glowing bright quasar
in a milky way bar... always the token

this side of Jupiter
you smell of sweet jasmine
i long for you near
but you still hide in the dark
will you come to me sweet prince
I who will mend your wounds
or continue to hide
in the cavern subdued?

love is missed love that kissed the rattle snake dancer
a poison to hit the tired heart core of this sinful romancer
if god is a lisp at the tongue of your jest, will i ever succeed?
I love you like wine on the tender ripe vine and its all that I deeply need

fractions of chaos in the mist of fantasy
a gravestone permits the tender sweet hiss
when we all give in to fancy

perfection is lust when we learn to trust
the grave robber in twilight
nothing is true but the glow i can taste
it comes from your birthright.

cry a tear baby boy
for i will hold you ever near
your pain is my dark cancer
i catch them sublime
like the sour lime in my margarita
a cruel necromancer
with each tear i will fall
catch them in my hands
like meteors of the night sky
kissing them away
as your heart they fray
to shreds and asunder.


love is missed love that kissed the rattle snake dancer
a poison to hit the tired heart core of this sinful romancer
if god is a lisp at the tongue of your jest, will i ever succeed?
I love you like wine on the tender ripe vine and its all that I need

let me heal the senseless ordeal that burdens you so.

because love is pain
but pain can be cured
when one comes along
to remove those who would harm

those absurd.

SUNSHADE MIRROR (A FANTASY)

We could be as it were, truly lost in our self-deceit
living on and under the requiem for fantasy
illusions that skate gently in haphazard contempt for morality

The greatest lie is that which points the finger proclaiming such.

Simple slave, after petty martyr

all loss for life, it left these shallow halls without an echo!

For not the faintest flick of the wrist shall spring forth,

as you weren't worth the moisture of my tongue’s movement, nor release.

If funeral shall come, it was the bravest and wisest who shall attend.

Not in tears, but the velvet lining that has condemned them as bedding sweet.

Sleeping in the ever so clenching hands of eternity and not a man, nor sin is spun.

The quilted shambles of life you shall insert. 

My heart has but been birthed………… the shade that creates a sun.

Society Currupt File.bat

A simple resolution
in a morality contribution
a taste for retribution
when everything is a futon

If you claim to be
let me see this reverie
a taste of honey
in an environment stress free

haphazard wire crossing
dump your rash cross hatching
fear for fear junkie is junking
power house error patching

Entertain
you clown membrane
connection dysfunction
societal corruption

I hope you know
the love I have for you
supersedes this vibration
diagnosis my illusion

RUMORS OF THE HEART

I left a message in your circuit
you left a burnt up letter
I left a heart in your basket
you left a rotten apple

I left a tear vile full of sadness
you left a rumor
I left my heart shaped glasses
you left a knife

I left a memoir of scrolls
you left your mother
I left a glass of wine
you left a judge

I left my most prized possession
you left a stone
I left my soul in regression
you left a book you never read

I left my love
you left me, and my love

on a street corner
begging for food

GYPSY HEART

In someone else’s shoes
trading counted change
for smiles and laughs

All that is mine
isn’t really mine
every little dime
my greedy crime

This hat I found
abandoned like me
it fits me well
as does my apathy

Leave me to my pity
I have none for anyone else
I have a gift for you
it’s my absence

I pray it’s not felt
this path I tread
from house to house
no home no heart

Nomadic is my art
my friends my tribe
love is my currency
the latchkey scribe

The wind always at my back
the earth below me
the water I travel by

Fire… to remove and renew

And start again

ETHREAL LOVER (the air of the phoenix)

Are you bird, or angel?
you have a smile!
it can heal the deepest wound
you are the glow
it can bring the world back together

As you bend the light around my core
the warm glaze of love stabs me blindly
my eyes open, and I see
you are all around in everything

and I cry.
Because I am truly loved
for the first time

O hark! The heavens have fallen
and caress me as the blanket of empathy
the broken bones and shambles of my soul
you hold it in your fragile hands

the gentile wind that touches
the burning face of my fire mask
you make me shine
a supernova burst of the heart

it spreads into the universe and creates life anew

without you

this phoenix would surely remain ash

You are my morning  dew

My waking breath of life

A DANCE FOR THE ILL HEARTED

Madness and debacle
look at these boys chuckle
not a single smile has lies
but nor a truth exist

dancing in their wicked love
haunting with their blessed curse
every judging glance you give
woven into my lyrical verse

I had a hope a question
without answer blown in leaves
the monastery of my black masses
is a church of much disease

but here I give an answer
not purely true but it shall hold
we swim free as the fish
each of us a unique mold

Together we sing,

when acceptance leads us home.