I got an ugly problem in a beautiful place
I have particles flowing thick from my fire place
I’m sailing and climbing through my twisted mind
Distorted piano sounds
Tortured lines
levied from silenced
Concubine
I don’t even know if  I’m safe in Gods arms
Twisted neck
Sounds alarms
And I still come face to face
With me

I got an ugly problem in a beautiful place

REFUGE (POETRY)

Where Can I go to find a place?

To mix the trees with the breeze

And the clouds like confetti with the seas

Where can I go to find that place?

 

Where honey-do drips joys

And every lost soul stayed innocent little girls and little boys

Where is there such a place?

To call home

WAITING FOR YOU (POETRY W/AUDIO)

How long can I wait for you

To see the sun turn grey

Your nights running into my days

Waiting for you

Smoke filled tombs

Eyes sealed tight

Turning over graves

From this deadly mixture

And poison filled perfumes

I die

Waiting for you

To feel my heart beat cold

Pressure building from all the lies that you’ve told

And I wait

While this evil consumes me

 

 

My Dr. told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain

The judge told me I was criminally insane

I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine

See I’ve had my lover tied up in the basement for, only God knows when

I looked at him and said…

YOU WILL STAY WITH ME AND YOU’LL STAY UNTIL THE VERY END

How Fiction Taught Me To Be a Good Person – BookNotes and FootMarks

Crying clowns and morbid sounds

Crows above

And blood filled tubs 

Mask and cutting glass

Black moons and poison mushrooms

Empty rooms filled with witches brooms

A jackals tale seeing acid trails

A dirty deed planted with demonic seeds

A haunted trust with piercing thrusts

Gagged with rags and gasoline bags

Heart melting eyes singing cryptic lullabies

Tormented mimes with twisted spines

Sickening rhymes with catholic chimes

A fantasy reversed with a witches curse

A dog moon with hidden rooms

A serpent’s tail stuffed with human cells

A joker’s laugh after its evil craft

A rotten kiss with blood filled lips

An evil moon staring at us from the basements tomb

I bound his mouth with tape

I looked around him things starting to take shape

Shift shaper and hate makers whisper in my ear

I stopped taking my meds and things don’t seem real clear

I rub my eyes trying hard to stay awake

My body trembled and my hands began to shake

My Dr. told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain

The judge told me I was criminally insane

I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine

See I’ve had my lover tied up in the basement for, only God knows when

I looked at him and said…

YOU WILL STAY WITH ME AND YOU’LL STAY UNTIL THE VERY END 

I have tattooed

Scientology 

On my forehead

‘Cause who really believes in heaven and hell

Christians, Buddhist and Atheist

They all lived longer than Nostradamus

To tell this wicked tattle-tell

And Satan is rolling over in his own apocalypse

Hatred at the grip of his fingertips

Hypocrites

They blow fire like dragons torching anyone that listens to the lies that flow

From their wicked lips

And crypts of century old villains

Lay buried with their stories that bore me

I am not angelic and he cannot fool me with religion and broken hallelujahs

And Henna can’t save me

 

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