you can always hear the rain pounding on the pain.

I find things to be slowing done and speeding up within fluxuating rates.I am reading a bunch of books simultaneously.Hunter Thompson,Gillad Gibran,Anthony Pears and what's his fucking face "brave new world". Mad ravings of a political mind:discussing present and past fears(factual/Fictional),a poem of leaving and returning "home",medical dark ages ( Read more... )

There are some things in this world you can always count on.Minds changing and rerouting.Not being wired they way you were or thought you were is a wake up kick in the groin.I will be peering into the barrel of a nuclear powered clean machine within next few months.I feel a slight sense of unravelling coming round.To make myself the way I want to ( Read more... )

I love the way a tounge feels when it's gliding down my veins.Slipping it's smoldering heat into my blood.Liquid pulse fuel.Saliva mixing with body flow.Give me this scent.Embedded.Fused to my mind.I want to know that fire till death and beyond.The sweet aroma of a quaking,quivering pussy.Fresh from the tease farm.Fed on light touches and shadow ( Read more... )

Into light I bring my heart and leave mine head alone
Shed some dark cloud I must
Wait till the current has passed
Break the surface

I AM BACK IN BLACK MOTHERFUCKERS~>
In the deep of love
I stride
Completely sub-merged
My eyes are blind
But I still see
Sanitarium
Leave me be
Mister Crowley
What goes on in your head
Love is
What I got
And I want to paint it black

These eyes have seen the abyss and have long been stared into.

Words
bonded to love
buring with freedom
Of these I make my anchor

Dreams
charged with desire
spun with lust
With these I chart my course

I will these into a weave and wait for the winds of change to spill from within

I tip the sea over and drag the sand out
Set the sky on fire
Clouds fondle my cock
Say what I mean?
I don't ...

You know it is not typical of me to write such nasty things,most of the time I say them in the person or let my head burn as these thoughts claw at my skull lusting for freedom ( Read more... )

I'm doing time on a dime skating all the ridges
A fueled up fire of unchained desire burning all my britches
Silver lakes of mistakes looking at my stitches
Razor blade rusty thoughts scratching all my itches

This is not a cry
It is an echo
Of pain gone by
A map,a stencil