it was a long road ( Read more... )

Tongue torn complete from his head ( Read more... )

At a cemetery of the living where people aren’t so giving, one man stands in his faded yellow pants, grinning through his plastic lenses, where in front of him plaster skulls align. In shoes fitted for anyone is how he can tear anything alive. He whispers to each skull “how much would it cost to spill some blood ( Read more... )

He's as tall as a refrigerator
And has eyes sharper than a cheese grater
His hair thick as cement
He’s more silent than a brain freezing slushy
Just as smart as decaying wood
He’s more undirected than an amateur film
And eats enough food to fill 21 glad-ware containers

A drift across the sky in the early winter morning, as the rising sun aluminates the fresh falling snow. The hunter waits in the brush to claim the life of one prize. Around the lakes rocky beaches covered in ice, but the hunter tips his hat down concealing the face within ( Read more... )

Morning awakes their scatterd plans for a day,
to the bathroom they go,
to take one look...

in the mirror,
at an unshaven failure,
for 2 full months.

the stench of unemployment
fills their surroundings,
putting even the worst emotion on a silver fish

5' each mornin' he sails away ( Read more... )

The lines of our finger tips
bend like the roads we live,
ever so changing in different directions.
no pattern the same as another,
even when two look alike or act the same,
smell the same
or do the same.
the lives of our finger tips,
paint a picture,
like the secrets that no one else can see.

There is no peace in a world of man ( Read more... )

well its been a while since i typed in this old thing, so lets get started ( Read more... )