remember thee
in my castle by the sea
bionic flesh opportunity
listen to the flow of please
cobwebs stretched apart of its course
walk with me through the flames of destiny
able to please...,

suffer inside with everything to hide
the whole host of business inside come along for the ride
remember thee in times as these
falling apart at the seams

Mickey D's
below the oceanic breeze
flight of the Albatross needs
blended falling away proned to be
lovingly, through the promise of catastrophe,

remember thee
in my castle by the sea
bionic flesh opportunity
listen to the flow of please
cobwebs stretched apart of its course
walk with me through the flames of destiny
able to please...,

suffer inside with everything to hide
the whole host of business inside come along for the ride
remember thee in times as these
falling apart at the seams

Mickey D's
below the oceanic breeze
flight of the Albatross needs
blended falling away proned to be
lovingly, through the promise of catastrophe,

Some people say
you will never
find your way
to achieve your dreams.

Some people say
you can never
fly higher
when you spread your wings.

Some people say,
that love has passed by
and will never
return to stay.

But I say
for those who believe,
a miracle
can be achieved.

When the heart
feels so empty,
you're torn apart
when dreams decease
and the night,
it feels so lonely
as all hopes
have seemed to cease.

the child's house
domicile of estrangements
his parents dressed him like a little girl
against his will
a pox of gender confusion
glum aura
he ascended by violence
and lived through the logic of a mirage
except for copulating with demons
which of course
was ruined by
the good Christians

My coffee?
I got it as cold
As the early morning breeze.

How I never realized
That your breath adds
The warmth to every
life detail!

Somewhere along the road,
You misplaced my heart.
Could it be in a box, deep
In a wine barrel, swimming
In a cereal bowl,
I don't know.

It was meant to live forever
In a golden treasure chest, filled
With other heirlooms, antiques.
Sitting beside your mother's wedding
Ring, and that broken brown watch

Left by your father, that you can't
Seem to part with. This heart
Was only right with you.

here's a hero in our midst Santa Claus does not exist...
getting caught up in the mix we choose to resist the cosmic twist
My poetry stems from the ambiance of just letting go to things
that the soul would permeate its melodic hold in view of poetic fashion
yesterday we are forced to but heads on this path today we find ourselves in the middle
clever temperate motives spread together of an earthly junction swing
offer me a glass wedding wing these forces seem to come together
poetry that covers all ills I stand on the hard rock radio stage

I love the tick tok in my ears
dance to its swing 'fore my eyes
wishing that it never does stop

no matter if it's day or night
it counts every moment pass by
like the pulse of my heart bytes

I sleep to the rhythm of its beats
watch it wave to me when I wake
feels so good to have this mate

Until the moon stalls, and the waves freeze,
The Earth shatters and fires tease,
Until gods are forgotten and monsters reign,
Our love will hold.

While we grow old and distant,
With postures sloping and wrinkles dominant,
While we knit and crochet, and breathe our last,
Our love is young.

When you cry out and forget my name
Know that my feelings will remain the same,
When you’re sick, or sad, or tired again,
Our love lives on.

just because your dead
doesnt mean we aren't dating anymore
like you would have dated me
dead or alive
yet i am haunted

you humming
so we must have chemistry
or am i interminably obsessed
like a ghostly house

your poems
had there way with me
like a strip tease
and soft slipping fingers squeezing
making little red veins hemorrhage
like a thick scum intravenous drip
rumbling down a phantom cock