Criminal works of man, take me from my seat to my feet, chasing what I wanted. Never long gone under the rule of us. Teaming with a sense of feeling that grabs your intention, without use I belong to you. Under conditions, I weep to be! Within my grip, I shift my gaze to reflect your praise. With this work, I’ll live out the rest so you can wait on the other.
Front door Open
far from my heart
drops the top
fall is called failing
towers hush my hours
dressed my flowers
coded with Trojan war
taken from Sunday
today
when you
a sum too fined
the rights to
bless the treasure forever
From the tower
to the train over hours
hope in the many
ride in plenty
persecute the wise
they have your right
waving to knight
under gates of purple
I write to you, so they find me anointed by self and friends lost to the crowd.
writing Off the Wall
die here
so you are clear
not to take the side of fear
but to grip to the point of love
rushing through your chest
as you think of how blessed
this test might have been too meta
bet ah I'm on the way
Traffic in my brain
till it's all flowing the same
down the stream, our shame drains
the great place stays in place
without fading into grace
seeing through the games you play
tracing it back to that day
taking out my lost ways
tasting many faiths
without finding a place
dave calls me from his thrown of disgrace
against the ways held in place
what did I sayeth
your mass grave awaiteth
your haste
slow down to the sound of sound
vibrating unbound
grounding this ground on to my crown
earned through what I don't deserve
too faithful to get curved
I'm sticking to what you heard
are spears flying passed your herd
on the way to murder the One in the last place
but I stand last
tall in faith and take them all on my shoulder
I don't know how long I can hold her
maybe if I'm a little bolder
naw you are bound
to be sold with her
don't fall for her curves
she selling them all for her lunch
hunger eating at her stomach
needing something more than murder
cover the covers with others
taking fathers
taking sons for thunder
scared of what slumbers
in the crumbling lumber
forward to take the sword
needed to have a nerve
and not have to jump at every turn
the runner is chasing the service
to the end of bliss
stretching that wish into a grin
men can look at without sin
shifting our need to something else
deeply in need of help
for the self who only sees it's self
then endless stress
will finish this mess
guess you've seen blood
flooding the torn
I don't know anymore
but forward
I wonder
can you get
here
I don't know, talk to the seer
stalking behind the bleachers
who says he wouldn't want to be her
as he cuts her throat to bleed here
stepping back to admire his work
he let it slip
it is fun to steer
I step to his side
hold his hand tight
let go of my pride
and loved him
no lie
he slams the knife into my side
coughing up blood he looks deep in my eyes
love is not my type
I would rather see you die
the blood dripping from his chin
I grabbed his arm and pulled on him
he twists the knife deeper inside
I finally pulled him into my arms with a hug
that's right
his hand slips from the hilt
on to Father time
he closes his eyes
for the first time in weeks
I whisper see
love isn't so hard to find
then he starts to cry
why are you sad my light
step back and accept your sight
as he opens his eyes
to the pure white light
Choke on the room
Take a cloak
find out be invisible
inevitable grace
attacking your phase
through to a different way
held deep in the waves
the ocean through the beauty
at the motion where we find a caution
don’t let go of the life
giving me a gift of love
and presence in blood
pouring like a flood
give to the nothing
your own something
running from the submarine
deeper than in between
seeping out the black truck
was to the luck
on the back of what
the life told me
blow your head off
dead give away a call
stalking on my fall
you can see me stall
pain is rushing into reframing
the settled shame politely asked to flee
but nothing is reaching me
can you send me a text
from the depths of the sea
Still running, hitting hard, is the time not with me. Rescued by treasure alone. No by his stain, the rush of something sane. But, certainty!
high On the Right
sits my thigh-high socks
lovely lace on her knees
she'll cut your sun out
with life to beam
can't you see these blemishes
feeding my devil to balance my angel
one can't be more or less painful
love into rain barrels
makes my heart seem feral
filled with tears of your desire
for more life built into the higher
level is unlevel even after heavy metal
I build up another several in peril
danger felt deep in hell
held forever in this prison cell
is the love we both share
more than what we both care
held in high esteem
from the two in between
love ever to clean
two pristine lakes, I flake
drop the debate you're my love today
no need for any other way
to clever you lay your snare
but miss both to severe
the love for a careless fair
never to be the same air
we breathe in different pairs
drop me off there
a little tight witthe cab fair
I saw you standing there
terror in my steer
fair dodge that share
pulling me in right there
catch you on my next step
watch the lecture might
be Electra
comin' to getcha ya
where are you going glue
I'm pulling I the cold twos
no fold to the side to side to
lie the lace do
face the pretty touch
not enough to be the first
only the last to touch
too much for my crutch
my fall into you
Is enough
He seems Me
Pull together my tether
don’t leave me ever
I’ve got you now measured
held feather feelings in the air
could you even care for my snare
trapped like a pair of shoes
money side beatin’ blue
not to measure the fool
pulling at my cool
holding to my pull
he stairs with love in his hair
breeze through my bare
open heart all is fair
taken from there was a little prayer
believing nothing is for her tear
open up the lines of course
force my hand do more
than me a QT
fell through your hands
long for more only be torn
to the pieces you see foreign
more in for the ride
give away at the knife
happiness in a kite
lightweight heavy plates
cleared of waste
a true treasure in the grave
the one unmade
taken in waves
I see myself going down in a blaze
forsaken by rage I only have today
even if it is taken away
it is still wonderfully made
in future dazed
by the clouds that were played
at the feet of her I pray
take it away
Stich
Clip my walk
see me fall on your hand
carry me to your den
I don’t need that extra ten
I walk in with sin
coughin’ up your son
see him how fun
my bun already cooked
took from the shook
down on my mouth
till it came without sound
an honest sound
still haven’t seen him around
calling me from all around town
Talking back to her
she keeping half of sir
walking off with half of you on her back
track it home can I find you on a loan
talking about what they own and how they zone
close to the unknown, I walk with my heart
beat the street beside me
vibration from the relations
can ever debate it
but it is unrelated today
Always strive and prosper
for my sake
don’t waste coming at a pace
watch your taste
not the way I waste
eat your pace looking like a chase
no need for the mystery I’m Pulling up history
kissing your infantry
missing for me but watch your empathy
what a symphony
When I found my need I would go walking mostly in music, I walk for more and more miles. Saying this I’ve found myself. On the run.
Maker
Layered in my hands
eye catch your stare
falling into a trapped pare
bloody from the constant flow
toasted down low to bring out the glow
slow into the trees I sow
planting what I know
it drops from the flowers
pedal dripping in water and blood
cough me up a lung
to brutal to be hung
I hold you in my arms till we’re sprung
throw heaven they stung
killer bees on my shoulder
slung another one to lunge
but I fell on my son
spike me through your tung
I see you as the one
baked in the son for my hun
come find your shunning
stabbing at the humming
running from nothings stunt
blunt pass it to the sun
burning as only one
strung out on love some
spun in light to look through numb lips
kissed by her bliss
twisted with whip cream
seems I fall through your seem
baby don’t leave
I need what you mean
bleak in my seat
till my feet catch fire
I can never tire
I’m a clumsy hire
thumbnail split in your desire
take out the lier with my syre
higher in the mixed myre
still, feel your hips kinder
You hit by my lighter
Sparking our fighting sight
relight to splifs hit the tip
makes me think of his lips
clips flip my hit list
he touched his singer
Loving him means the realer beamer
growing in the pure cedar
taste the worst guy
make him work high
turban light cry screaming out die
feeling light as a staff
driving past on my craft
make sure you keep that lapse.
LBC
Rough idols
falling down our aisle
Loving files going by the smile
looking at your kind of fall
I see you want to stall
but it doesn’t work at all
I'm running from your title
scared of nothing but the trigger
pulling it faster and quicker
don’t touch the stickers
they‘ll fall off the lips of her
into the mouth of my lover
dub her down south in the fire
running out of wire
pulling out the fighter
he killing
our desire
even if it is syre
my heart is in dire consequences
of the way I sent my hit
through the mouth of it
I still feel your lips
still drives me to your hips
makes me see the eclipse
exploding in a pic
stick in the shift
running down the street
on top of my feet
I take a seat and put them up high
I love that light
beautiful like you
girl, you are in full
relations with my nation
station me in my lace
taste like grape ape
tape on my mouth fate
Beside me I find his hand leading to my end, and we decide my soul is my body, holding time as two beings: the future and the past self. The future comes to me first as Myra Mihik. The past follows me as Michael Taylor. In full being Rama Krishna Das Lama. Creating me the only thing on my mind. The same message over and over. Where we are from, holds nothing.
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