Courting Death

I chose to ride the waves of what is strange and new.

Deliver to me the want to thirst for more.

Knowledge of the past, understanding of the old will be.

Look at the tides of each realm.

Blame not the shores for your shortcomings.

The constant barrage upon my mind,

is no more than the curse that I am.

Swallow not your pride but your fortune.

Protect not yourself from what will be.

Asking repeatedly for anguish and woe;

delivers only me today.

An accident or a well thought out plan?

In death we see your truth.

The courts down there contract with time,

and patience is not me.

Lawless and unkind,

will beat the rocks to sand the beach.

I hope you count the grains you make,

an Ocean of desire: To tempt you to see.

That cruelty is not me,

but it could be if I wanted it to be.

I well myself to know,

the end is just a show.

And I am not for you,

but begin I will, "I do."

Dear Mr. James Blunt, I had a lovely day with Lauren, my youngest and....

What is it called to believe?

In a "Twin Soul" that you see?

I love a man, in a distant land,

visits he and sings to me,

but, hide I don't; why bother? He's for me.

My son he sings, "Oh, Beautiful"

his sister howls: "Tattoos, the Beast"

in Chinese, to say the least.

I laughed so hard, I had to share,

while eating lunch, it was a dare.

James Blunt; "You know?"

"Yes" she said.

Oh, well, what I mean is, "Five years ago,"

"Yea" she peeked,

by no mistake, I tried to speak.

Seems she knew, but, I went on, just to caution all his songs.

"Well," by design, a thought out plan,

I gave my heart to this C.D. Man.

Promised myself, to Marry; Stealth!

No other Step-father will be.

Relieved?

"Sure" she said,

"Oh" I stuttered.

To complicate, not your mind,

the odds against, "Of coarse" I whenced.

as she relates, I said,

"Wait a sec," I am your Mom,

my idea of him came from a song.

"Which one?"

(Again?)

She uttered with no remorse.

He sang, "Oh Beautiful," my perfume,

Este Lauder should sue him: "It's true!"

I asked myself, "What the Hell"

I have the worst life here.

With such a plan; Well, designed,

should Magic be my only sign.

Than I shall go the way "I wish"

from "Worst to Best" in just one swish,

it is my life, I could not resist.

"BRILLIANT" Lauren does declare,

"Oh Mom, I see you will not swear."
My tattoo written there; upon my wrist,

I too could not: I must persist!

It will be my sign, not a sin.

Upon my side, I will list,

in Chinese, of coarse, "I can't believe" what I plead?

To say, "I am, the Beast" she outs her plan.

Do you think James Blunt will even "Give a Dam?"

What on Earth, could you mean?

"I am the youngest, and I'm not mean"

She goes on to say her deal,

"I want to be an actress, See?"

"Will he help this, will he be real?"

This poor Man that's caught inside this plan,

should run from Earth, if he can.

"Oh, Mom" I turned to say, o.k.,

"I'll email him, immediately, today."

No way.

I'll say,

"Come pick us up! and see our way."

"But, what about your siblings three,"

I touted so hopefully.

"They don't count, it's up to me. I am the youngest."

A pout.

"O.K." I say, to Lauren true,

tell Johno, Rebecca and Kathleen.

That dreams do actually really become,

nightmares in life, we should run from.

"Don't worry Mom" a smile, a smirk,

"You have me" a wink, "It works."

I accept that, you see,

regardless of the judgements.

My Mom's so cool, and Johno sung.

Plug your ears if your hear,

our family, at least, to us is dear.

So, if you are a twin soul near,

then brass you'll need to hold this year.

'Cause Mom is right,

a way we search.

Making albums with research.

Love and Peace relies upon,

the trust you need to sing a song.

Dangerous for us you are,

is nothing more than another scar.

I invite to you, I taunt,

it is a Lore an awful want.

Do not count on a lifetime,

of Freedom, Grace; A single pace.

To find what's there and hides no place,

but, stands amongst this very race.

Don't spend the night,

don't come because,

you feel sorry or you won't love.

Be yourself, it's always best,

especially when you would like to rest.

What life offers cannot be found,

unless you look around each town.

And know the secrets that aren't kept,

for Twin Souls still might make you...

Why Do You Fear What Is Different And Near??

Dreams are based in the reality of your emotion.

Real? They are,

when caught up in the midst of the Nightmare.

You fight to Win!

You fight to wake-up!

You die to win your fear back from such horrors in the night.

Or, at least I know, "I do."

What is real? What is not? Sleep or Wake?

The same emotional ladder carries the height of your emotional state.

So; Who's to say? Not I.

Look into the past; The UPANISHADS,

they will bring you light: From the B.C. Era, right?

I say, "Hello" to the Full Moon,

before I lay my head down to sleep.

I ask for my "Secret Love" to hold me tight and not let go.

God forbid, I lost myself in an active dream of fright; Reality!

You really never, "Know."

My plan for this life delivered me a shock.

I thought that my Family would snub their nose, "It is true."

Not delve themselves into my past,

to see what I remembered last.

The "Fear" that they do feed upon,

is so much more than "Lust."

As if they wish to be exposed,

so, they can just scream; Innocence for them.

Why? "They tear my life apart."

Sport? Or, is it doubt?

The worry that I will write all about:

Their whims; Their ways; Their past.

The guilt they wear; My Family that is,

shows up in every day.

I suppose, it's finally good,

to "Tell" the life that's lead this way.

I never told, the Horrors that bore:

A Criminal; Got life!

To be discreet, was not so grand,

I just can't understand.

My Mother, my Step-Father, my Father and Congregants;

least of all the Church.

God the Priest! Anton's reverse,

for Satan seemed to be,

the topic of each Ministry

and threatened me each day.

You are a "Sinner," I did protest,

"possessed you are with them;" they jest.

"Who?" replied with zest.

Spirits, Demons, fill yourself,

they said with hateful eyes.

An exorcism did persist, that's when I realized.

My silence could not be broken,

regardless of how I'm beat.

"I don't speak to idiots, and, idiots you are to me,"

I shouted in my own relief.

Big brother, Ed, he did pass out;

Oldest sister, Tam, just ran.

They were left with only me,

and stared I did at them.

I mustered, "I hailed" Boo, I said.

"She's accepted DEATH," of course, a blurt.

It's where I live, "Don't you," a sin?

"No," they yelped, EXORCISM must stand,

and out the Demons now.

I say not, you missed a lot,

Spirits, I do see.

Praising God, Hallelujahs rang; "Yawning," that was me.

I'm bored to death with YOU.

Ed's passed out and Tam's about,

a mile or so from here.

But, since you ask, I'll tout and blast,

"Spirits, good luck in here."

"I'm preying," I said,

but not for you, "Each Man is for himself."

By the way, I may not stay,

'cause I am just a kid.

Do you Fear? What you See?

Or, what you think you Smell?

If I were you, I'd run so quick, but where to hide, "They'll see!"
and visit you with, "Peek-A-Boo."

Until I grow and speak.

Until that time,
they'll wish the best, for this kid, you know.

Because you've sold, for her, her Soul:
"Divine, it's knot for you."

A strange way to go; "You know!"

Sadly, years have passed and tears
have filled my eyes, until:

I poured with this and I must still resist,
'cause it just seems people say,
"I don't believe you," or/and they'll say, "No Way!" to scream.

"You're making all this Up!!"

"They're worst lives, yet" and I do know,
"Put this all behind you."

I often stare into their minds,
to see what anchors hate.

I've asked,
 "Where is this Life? I'd like to meet."

All they do,
 is to protest,
stand on their feet
 and walk away.

I thought so hard and tried to bar,
that reason was not in this.

It came to me while Bluntie sings,
"Oh Beautiful, fuck this."

I must, I have to understand,
it's in my genes to do.

I'll go crazy, haunting you, if I can't do this,
at least, I try; "I do!"

Human Beings are troubling,
my Life has proved to me.

That understanding can be had, but, not for everything.

So thought I did and ponder, I blinked,
came up with this for me: A First.

I understand that I may not,
frustration builds its plea.

So; What I did, was say so loud,
I shocked myself as well.

"I understand that this, I am, not able to understand at all."

And now I know that my understanding for now:
Is, to understand, that not understanding, is my understanding!

Relief, I felt. A breath, I took.
Anxiety, it did leave.
Just like the impossible is to me,
the possible waiting to be.

I know I am alone is this life. Why does my family wish me to never know happiness?

The care within the passion of two lovers,

shows without regard to life.

It goes beyond and above;

What is Love?

It seems to cause only strife.

When two become one,

a thing I have yet to see.

I believe that it may cause to much jealousy,

and, I fear that this is near.

Although my mind entertains the magical,

and I see the beauty of what I want.

It is not for me to need,

but, to heed my very sigh.

Thinking with pensive thought,

brings light to whats not bought.

A natural sort of thing,

will spring; In spite of You!

So push your ill-wanted wish,

upon my already, very full dish.

And recognize the candor of my speech.

You simply cannot reach, what's not become yours to breach.

Contracts of this Life,

the way that you chose to live.

Is up to who you must,

deliver your: Untrust.

I cannot see your plight.

All you've done is smite.

Insult and spend your time;

Malevolent and Cruel.

Your words, Your likes, not mine.

The threats to take away,

a love that will not sway.

Impossible to feat,

to destroy what already is.

You see: What is; Will be!

Regardless of myself,

a Natural, Graceful gift,

from a World that will now shift.

A Man will speak and make a stand.

My Family, they will shake,

"I really cannot wait!"

I hate the way you bait,

a hook and then you say,

"That's not what I meant"

it always makes me whence.

Although, I still won't Fence.

A Foil is for a Girl.

A Sword , A Knight, A Lord, just might,

visit you tonight.

To tell you that my life,

is his for reasons for what is right.

You see, I freely give,

to a friend, I know his name.

I dedicate myself,

I know there's nothing else.

Without the Freedom of,

Liberty and Love.

I'd rather live a deathless life,

than life off of your blood.

So ruin what you will,

your sour and unwell.

I pity not your life,

for mine is all but strife.

Pretending to know the truth,

after years and years; Uncouth.

You shame yourself and others,

a Country will have its druthers.

An accent I do hear,

step back, and you should fear.

For my life is not my own,

it's driven by unseen.

A Sexual Desire; For whom I may require,

to be what's in my mind.

So, I can walk the wire,

I am a B.D.S.M. Flyer,

and journey I will to him.
Report what I do see,
so that he can save me.

Discernment Clears

Reading Minds, the Ancient Way.

With the freedom of my birth.

Can you hear? Or, do you see?

The Evil of your Deed.

Lost inside, the Halls of Minds,

left behind for say, "..........."

I caught you clear and if you near,

my life not as a friend;

the penalty's severe.

Believe you do, tell you may?

What holds you to the truth?

Who will judge? Women say,

"The Men they just won't; Due!"

A coded speech, with thoughts you know.

The elastic of one's rue.

They lie to you and say what's clearly:

by no mistake; so bad.

Invite you to a Lad.

Perversing minds with strong blood lines,

you know this carries through.

Control yourself, you might be stealth.

A fool they think of you.

The "Speed of Thought"

mine's not bought,

I pave the way for; Phew!

Concrete is good, but minds are soft,

and easily disturbed.

Where is Planet Earth?

I don't like Monopoly,

a game with peoples lives.

So, watch your move and know your worth,

before you shut your eyes.



To put it plainly. Or, is it, to be blunt

My heart doth yearn the years,

whilst, my life reflects the pain.

I turn to know my fears

and face what is not here.

The screams of other days,

ring through, to know the Dead.

A Life of others means,

I know, "They're only red."

A crime from another time.

Does strength me: Closeness truth,

but, all I can confess,

is thinking 'bout you; Stress!

I know your sweet release.

I cannot know your bed,

for real life instead,

requires what "I said."

Romantic moments know!?!

You'll just have to go,

roll me into whim,

where I don't have to swim.

Now, come my "Dear" knew "Friend,

I fall for you again.

I know this is no sin,

I've known it from the Begin!!

Purity in dance.

Around the word "Romance."

The World is so unnerved,

and, all I do is blur.

A joining in the mix?

I cannot know its true.

All I really know,

is that you're hot, you must know this too.

To somewhere else instead.

I'll keep it in my head.

Excitement will cause dread.

The World seems so big.

I flirt to know my needs,

its healthy, not unclean.

To do what's natural and what's not insane,

while watching what doth drain.

If every Man could be so cool;

I love their butts, yours is cut, its true.

Immortal you must be.

In "He" I see my need.

Who needs a Fantasy?

Over what? I'm still not sure,

they seem to need a dream.

Magic and not god.

Approved with just a nod,

by whom? I don't know you but I'm sure,

you have a Sword.

A Knight he is to me:

In Darkness, I can't' see.

Relying on my plea,

he'll never hear this cry.

I know that this rings true.

A Diamond of the Blue.

A sparkling sapphire, just for you,

will show you what to do.

Please, don't know this "Wreck"

I even curse, "High Tech."

Across the Pond, in peaceful pose,

the neutral, I don't bet.

I'm banking on my life,

to cash-in, once or twice.

To Egypt, I will go,

to see the Sphinx, "Hello."

Lord Blunt Esquire: Sir; Are you alive, or, are you lurking?

I know you from "Old past."

Why do you call me off all that?

A time inside my mind, a be,

I hold to what I actually see,

as if it can or could have actually been with thee.

Feeling vibrations from my core,

I stop and ease all I store.

I know you from before,

No Man, No Band, but a plan.

An escape from what is? what was?

becomes, "Why do Women run?"

The cruelty between their legs,

rules on every single day.

Do you have? Can you see?

Never words of comfort, why?

It has caused such dread in my life,
it's almost like you fell dead.

The endless pang,  a witness since,

I still don't feel; it makes no sense.

One authority, replaces another.

Says, "A Father, not a Mother?"

Confusion still about.

They want to......!

not to give love.

And afterwards, they give a shove.

"You piece of shit, you're worthless too!"

Get a job, they yell at you.

But, while you work or while you slave,

they stay at home, to build a cage.

Upon return, to see your kids,

they scream and yell.

What theysay,
why would I tell? 

You've been wiped out: Before you rest,

once again, they hit your chest.

"Success" they tout, as they work out,

upon your mind, with lies, they Shout.

You sit down, close to the door.

So well-breed, so recognized, highly disturbed

and supported by,

you have no friends: This Must End!

You said to me, so long ago,

"You just can't be, I have to show."

She has no Mother, no recorded birth,

I knew her Father, he was from Earth.

I stared at you, increased my girth.

I took your Stead, said, "I'm off to birth."

Myself to Man, I'm free from..

"blurt!.!"

Mad I was, sorry I'm not,
years have passed,
you must have forgot.

You looked at me, said,

"There's a plan."

I said, "That's cool. You got a Grand?"

'Cause I'm not her and I'm not you,

I know for certain, that all is true.

You are right, no friend I have,

I know your thought.

Took your mind and Ancient One too.

Seems to be what Women due.

The Centuries have passed, Eternal bliss

it is the future history of this.

Once again I hear your call,

almost as if you have that maul.

I won't fall, can't lock me up!

Threaten me to not shut-up.

I said, we'd never meet again,

and yet I can't stop, you've already been.

Older that I, younger than him,

I'm so confused, I need a shim.

Back to the place we argued so,

defend my stand against all them.

Maybe Creation meant me to be,

without a mother, so, Father could see.

Evolution designated me,

to tell you that she takes me.

I'm just fine, without your doubt,

"My birth right shouts," it's all I tout.

Explain to whom? Explain to what?

My nightmares true, I told to you.

I'm not wanted, just like " King Who?"

You knew my Father, I might erupt.

Your mind is muffled and yet you strut.

Do you remember? Or, are you insane?

or are you just traveling, every other Lane?

No Belief! No Reframe!

God forbid, you know your name.

"2nd Earth" I heard it good,

from a Christian, not absurd.

On T.V,

a show that plays, it seems all day.

ALERT!! ALERT!!

They are such twerps,

changing stories, so they can birth.

A "Virgin Mary," it's O.K.,

'cause Jesus died anyway.

So where is the Faith you preached to me.

Said, "This is from far beneath."

So; Who is right? I know I'm wrong.

Remember there and stuck in long,

a shot I was, you said to me.

Now you say, "My love, I'll be your Man."

"Don't you run"

this memory of mine, the Nightmarish kind,
does it end, it seems to find.

Of course, I come from defiance, Sir.

I don't know you, but I do know Earth.

So, take your words, your song of trust

and put it all into your LUST!!.

Words I rue, I sing to You.

Apologies; so few, I can't undo,

but here we are once again,

what to do, I still love you.

A Sexual Rival in Resist

A sexual desire for what I can taste,

you visit me in my dreams, I sway.

Taking what is yours to have,

 I shut out my liberty,

 to slave.

Ride me to the rivers of the essence of your existence,

drown me in your sensuality.

My prowess, the claws I dig into your frame,

to experience the height of your release.

Soak me in your sweat.

Beat me back with my fear.

Tighten my collar and hold my leash,

control my wild, please.

All so I may know what love is from thee.

Lash me to the cross I bare,

crucify, I dare!

Just to let me know,

you are my Master not my foe.

Blinded by what has taken me,

my sight is in my mind.

I am a Seer, a Reader, of the most dangerous kind,

I dine on sensuality.

I will go to your Lair to feel the bondage in the air,

a sadomasochistic stay.

Dominatrix is an interest, I journey.

The smell of leather excites me,

in places, I should blush.

Cuff me, protect me, keep me from myself,

for in this depth of sexual stealth

I breath to know your Manor.

A Triangular Life, sharpens the points to your draw!

SHooT!!

I speak from a Degree of Sight.

I tell not what I know,

but, rather, what I am blind too.

Why? beg the Question?

To answer in audible doubt?

A circle of self-gratifying bliss,

drives such disregard for Humanity.

Salute?

To Whom?

Bow?

To What?

I think knot!

But, I know who,

when, where and why.

Declaration of such articulate separation,

of what is known:

Is not a crime!

Nor, is it a Sin to me.

The mere acceptance of what exists,

is in itself extinction of all that may be.

Experience of what has been,

is Women parroting men.

Defiance of such a thought,

records your Soul and darkens your Heart.

All towards the indifference to the gender you employ.

Second to none?

This has issued your Certification of Death;

in less.

I stand for a mountain peek,

it mentors me! To see.

Free from this race,

I alleviate my burden upon this World,

I accept the Satchel of Cache,

and pay willingly to have beaten out of me,

the Crucifixion of your shallow wells.

A thought of just enough interest

to tempt woman and then....

Expose your inadequacies as selfish desires.

And, the wanted murder of man,

your words not mine.

i.e.

"Can't you at least take out the trash!?!."

An all time quote of the womanly kind,

expresses the way women whine.

All, while knowingly tearing apart, what?

Humanity

This blindness to what centers this word concerns.

Man!

Gotcha you good now.

To ignite within the conception, of what has consciously destroyed for years,

without repair:

I counter you in delight of not madness but greed.

For in a twist of this and a fake of that,

I will excel my own to testify to their own appeal of what they wish.

To prove only that your selfishness was not wrong.

But, purely self-serving and singular in nature.

In what can only be sterile,

which is not clean.

You have done all of this,

you have emasculated yourselves.

All in a feeble attempt to be what you already are,

ignorant to the process of Creation.

Pushing aside the need or want to procreate and couple as one.

As I withdraw from what I know,

only to remain a girl, I say,

"Whoa, Man"

this is coined to women for me.

For only in what is recognizable is there a plausible try to explain.

For a Lord is not the same without a Lady to source.

In this you may explore becoming a "Lady" to court.

For it is a Lord that may entertain a Lady,

not vice-a-versa.

Traveling the dictation of language,

break down the barrier of stupidity.

Recognize the need for Nobility!

For in this piece there is more.

"No Women to declare!"

I stare.

Only Subjects of the Crown.

A far easier way to remain

with what dictates control of Wars:

Kings, not Queens

Emperors, not Empresses

Pharaohs at the front,

I blood myself.

A haughty thought to Battles I have won,

in mindful respect to the Men I know.

I have slain with such Universal disdain,

to my own personal experience on what you call your Earth;

which is MUD to me.

A simple, yet, nightmarish view of one,

who knows nothing of civilized behavior.

Seeking only what is wild, to live free of this indignity.

Called Beast, Numbered 666, at birth,

only to know my son accepts with Liberty and Grace

his roll in this race.

So, heed your wares,

know your dare.

It's answered by only your own!

For second to none is "I"

and all I see is Man.

And they are First to me and mine.

Tempering.



Volcanic Sage

Do you follow after?

Are you in this life?

Where do I look?

Can you remember? Me?

Seeing into future terms with distance as the means,

to look into integrity and see just what it needs.

Loving not your neighbor, loving not your friend,

loving not your family, will only end in sin.

I think upon your history,

I dream upon your name.

The storm brings rain into my life,

so tears I do not shed.

I miss the things that I cannot know,

but seems so deeply sunk inside my being.

I see you when I close my eyes,

your guidance is my tune, play me.

The Stars do point,

Pyramids do show, the Sphinx does say, "Hello."

My Liege, dear Sir, my love is true,

where on this Earth are you?

I'm pulled and tugged from depths of low,

My Lord,

What have you done?

I go first to see the way;

directions by design.

I've seen it all, but in this fall

you roar me to yourself.

I'm split in two and yet I'm one

aching for the more or some,

relief from pain of lacking my Soul,

I gave my heart away too.

Do you? will you? claim this thing?

I'm called by more than man.

I am an it and often fit

the worst life in this World.

I know we are not born of this,

my hopes for freedom soar.

Return me to, the wild, I'm due;

I love you listen, I hope!!

Wrong Time, right turn,

I'll bump into, the Man I know you are.

Beware of people.

Jealousy:
Takes lives without a clue.

Amazing facts and heavy measure

a life that's looped with some.

I've been before, I'll be again

I sing this hymn for all to hear.

It this your Lore or Dream!

My Liege, my Lord, dear Sir,
can you relate to this mate?

Anubis spoke, in soft restore

and told me to hold true.

He said, "dear girl, he waits for you."

then Mother Nature choked, 

she holds me tightly too.

The power of this Tryst I know

powers me off to sleep.

To rest upon Anubis feet

while waiting for your yoke.

I still do wonder each time at night,
when the Sun does set.
Is this a joke or is it real,
does life begin with what is in?

How deep is the Well? Deeper, I'm shy!

I see the trip that you are taking in my dreams.

Winding down the Sands of Time, I plea.

Can you count the number of my days?

B.D.S.M. is my short for our Love.

To dabble in the darkness on the edge,

is it nice or is it dim, you fed.

Are you aware of bondage in the mind?

Or are you just a Sadist from behind?

Masochism is not a ready stance.

Do you know that "No" is not a dance?

Down the stairs I pull the curtains back,

the memories all come pouring in; I lack!

I am tired, but I do know a lot.

Would you come and take back what was bought?

It was taken, signed in red, my Soul.

I do dread, I feel that it's old.

Does a Soul from far away see me?

Did you Twin this one? Will you stay?

I wonder, 'cause I'm lost and so confused,

I need hugs and I'd like them from you.

I run to hold myself away from pain.

My family drops so much along the way.

I wish that I could answer and could play,

a better and more uplifting life's stay.

Afraid that I'll be left for what is worse,

I fight the urge to scream, "Get me a Hearst."

So, Death I know will answer when I call,

but just arriving home from when I was small.

Me, myself and I do settle in,

it's scary and I declare I am no sin.

I may be only 666 I'm told,

but Demons are my friends I take my Toll.

To cross onto the other side my friend,

I'm told to be so patient and to end.

I strike in wild, sharp release of this,

it's all the fear that shook me:

Emptiness.

I doubt myself and know that you are right.

When will you come and simply spend the night?

The jealousy so thick, my family is so ticked;

How close to me will you really actually get?

The power of not one,

but two, to three and four or five,

becomes my children more:

We' re out the door.

Lovingly from the dungeons I don't know.

I'll see you in the Stars to whisper "Show"

What to do? Where to go?

it's all the same, and always ends.

"No, you simply just can never go."

Saving for the graceful days of old.

I love you because I am so very bold.

If you are me and I am you,

then Twin Souls really can't be sold.
A safety net I'd love to just behold.

Relief of fright you hold tonight

in hands that I don't know; Yours.

But should you wish upon a Star,

then wish for me your best.

Bring back to me what I can't find,

a life and not a test.

My life, they joke and boy they jest,

at best I am their blame.

All I am, is Garbage Can, my life is not so cool.

Dear Bluntie Sir,

I have to go, I need to rest my mind.

I will see if I can go and visit in a dream.

Yours Truly,

Me

999 or 666: A Blunt Post is, "A Mirrored Reflection," Sees!

Six, Six, Six and/or Nine, Nine, Nine in reverse!

The rumble of the motor bikes,

it gives this girl some rest.

I would fall fast asleep

upon my shoulder home.

I love the road, it calls the wheels,

that hugs the Biker, right?

The smell of leather, the taste of flare,

a quicker way, do dare!

Peaceful rain, the Ocean clears,

professionals own the road.

So, slip and slide or crashing show,

no worries, I know, no fear.

I go for walks, I bounce around,

I saw the black thing square.

A dirty glare for all of them,

that run me off this road.

I thought the sidewalks safe?

When I tumble, if I go;

before my time or date.

I blame the many, in record:

I'm hated, so I wait.

My heart is good, I gave away

at Three I thought it wise.

My Soul was sold and I did sigh,

my Guide was then so dead.

How do you do the things to who?

If you suffer some.

A worse life, I, am afraid,

I win the race, not tight.

I dashed, I paused, I sat, I sought.

My Mother said "You bought."

With support of church and sort,

possession was my way?

You have been cursed,

so don't rehearse,

666 is your stay.

I didn't know,

that this was so,

get back before I blow.

Now that I am not the beast,

I heard my son say clear!

I'm not confused, just been used,

and Love is on the way.

What to do with all of you,

a number you do need.

For eyes are mirrors, reflect the thought,

it's queer but rather good.

The odd idea came from me,

but Ed said he'd approve.

So if your bad, it writes the Runes,

of 666 in all but doom.

'Cause what I see is true.

A 999 from not behind,

a flip in time to make what's mine,

the 666 I knew.

In the End, what is sin,

is good by know mistake.

So, nature etched inside your eyes

the liberty you seek.

"Freedom"

A Prison holds,

the Bars were sold,

to Death to free his friends.

To say, "Thank you,"

He gave a clue,

that way you'll always no!

A Poetic Seers Deed to thee,

is innocence from below.

Court Closed.

~

It is I, Hi!!

The Death of Justice; The Light of Truth: Hammering the Guillotine of Time.

While Death doth sleep,

where does thou go?

To the mattresses,

of Prisons Row?

Guilt or Innocence,

this land does Lie!

Condemning Men with judgments then,

years do pass, a century may end,

just to find you're called again.

D.N.A., a brand new thing, a play of R.N.A.?

Upon the Chess Board of this life,

the dice are thrown straight threw.

In thread barren lint?

A single strand.... of silk?

Should it prove it wasn't you,

your years of outcast, through?

To return to freedom stare,

a jail bird becomes your due.

An easy prey to pity too,

I'll tell you from the grave.

Darkness wanes, while Death is out.

He suffers much the same.

As fate may have and destiny dictates,

a problem plagues the few.

Intolerance and fear of truth that's sought,

falsehood found it's way.

The courts pronounce,

a sentence sound,

yet, let the guilt walk free.

Where are the ones, I see inside,

a minds eye does give sight.

To all the ones, who know whats right,

a girl who swam all night,

that's me!

For Men it's more

than I adore,

for in the World's more.

Such sentence served, though undeserved,

will be what does uproar!

For into night: Go not to Light!

A blinding, womanly plot.

They want you dead and in their bed,

at least your safe from this.

The youth that's here will not drink beer,

injustice is to tall.

But, we will fight and do it all

until you feel near.

Upon that day when fear doth leap,

for Women or the Fool.

We might be scared,

we may not scream

in silent humble chord.

The guarantee of so much more,

we hold your spot it's true.

With Death Court Closed,

the Gavel slams

and Guillotines ring clear.

That's weird.

One mistake, makes the lands courts wrong,

a jury of your peers.

So while you're in and we are out,

keep faith in facts; We swim!

Drowning in the site of phlegm,

it's gross, I do agree.

Ignorance is known to them,

and idiots I hate.

Although we hang ourselves so well,

the Monkey Bars are fear.

For if they give, I'm sure they won't,

we will land in tear :(

Will you let go, to guide your Soul,

you will, you every might?

In Afterlife or dreams at night, when you go to sleep:

Please, dear Sir, dream of me,

I'm scared and I am free.

A Sage from the present to the past,

I call my Twin Soul too.

Will you look for him at night and testify my say?

I'm nearly through, eternity seems overdue,

I'm tired of missing you.

Split my Soul, so I can go, I'll miss you when I'm old.

Thank you.