

AwakeningI've slain God with the swift blade of thought in blind sight of Mother's herbal eyes an amber-blazoned fantasia fell to flame as I spattered and slung his light in quiet rage now stains yellowed on the walls of the mind but no brimstone fell to earth to still her shy breath his written legacy remains a cyanide silhouette never read, nevermore, never better better read more than never while bleeding faith dangles by a heart string dipped to the touch of acid dreams leaving only the mist of chemical past and the wavering morrow...Awakening


The Flood Called ManIn a time of harmonic day and night a more enduring darkness is cast by the looming wave of a black floodThe Flood Called Man
foaming intelligence at the mouth of its frothy caps ignorance in its motion and war in its depths capsizing existence into cloned structure
in the puddles of its aftermath swirl the once nameless and diverse of nature the once beautiful, and very real
the driftwood of truth floats unnoticed as something so small could not possibly be seen within the drowning pool of complexity that will only drain into blissful simplicity


Psychedelic JesusHere sits an ancient character his feet crossed . . . a modest man dwelling on the haze of his own wisdom advocating the subtle truths to any who will listen. his cracked lips blow dusty claims of divination enchanting tales of life's essence, and his celestial architect but lingering words grow wary to attentive ears his preachings were condemned his followers jailed he bears now the weight of his own world with each sliding snap of the whips they draw crimson drips across his back his demise met through festering hatred and three blood-rustPsychedelic Jesus


NicotineBlack suede city streets charred silk spills to the sky from these addicted lips, flush for a fix of your velvet love but your glow drifts farther into starving darkness as mine draws closer with each yellow breath fused with the rush of your scented pass and I quiver for one more taste... so light the head of my desire kiss me with your scarlet fire cause the curious gleam of this streetlight is all that holds the night at bay...Nicotine
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If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style...
My gallery, nothing special... I need help.
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