Slime Pennies (2018) War heroes picking imperfect flowers, for bony ladies Bare naked treetops as lively - as a parade in February. Old men taking walks Trying to count the barrels of bourbon - that comes bouncing down the hills. Visions becoming tricky Life isn't always easy Hissing, cracklings from the lakefront Buried our treasures in memories In the blink of a heart attack Deafness as loud as flashing sirens Shadows as silent as tip toeing child - about to ruin a new morning. All your monsters are trading dream scenarios - over your bedroom ceiling. Laughs bounce from the lifting ground Laughter pressing against your mouth Grinding your teeth Like the pennies hitting the concrete tunnels. Chamber echoes The parks fill up with hate groups The tunnels of demons begin to crawl through the slime The need for the energy is ripe. And bloodthirsty from fiery grips A young soldier passes by Escaping the wrath of gravity. The magnetic fields are losing the tight adhesive on the world. Rain begins to fall Bullets birthed out of the clouds The ground flooding with smoke, Anger, sludge and mud And the aggressive need for violence. Prisms explode from one side of the sky to the other side A skies declaration - to destroy the impersonating Jesus wannabes, with brains filled with jam. Rainbows that used to be sacred, are now just dust in his hands. Fishing down in a puddle is one of the old men He appears to have caught a dollar bill Crumpled up and soiled. His hands now infected by stigmata Can a new calendar day be the salvaging freedom? We need to rectify this malnutrition that pounds our soil, that boils in our lungs. Asleep in the choking hands of a puppet master Don't buy his greed. He's a cult of one truly. Slime pennies purple & green, grey & mutated. Shame is a Hidden Knife Drawer For many years the sweat and my blood Like an anger Trying to needlepoint these seas To a perfection The perfect comfort, Like fabric All the deception that bubbles under Keeps the stones tossing in my head Hide me away, Like scared oysters In shame Those knives do leave scars If they don't shed me for good. The Nuisance Ball (2004) Come one, come all To the nuisance ball The men are climbing up and down the walls Trying to find the women to return their mating calls. They shed their skin They shed their horns No longer a beast or devil to be sworn against - and frowned upon. They are eager for their lord A sinful youth chants And voodoo spells have paved their roads. Clinging on to last year's hopes. The men lost their women because they felt more - for the drug, for the lust Thinking it was true love Only pulled tighter...the ropes Began to feel sorrow...pain And tears that impaled skin The challenge now has become who is the seeker - and who is being seeked? The deities are in laughter in grandiosity Pointing at the desperate man, the laziness Where are the women? Are they lost? Are they hidden? They have walked away from the dread, the nonsense. Well, there is a place and time to be unique Now is not the time. There are other treasures to seek Like trust, The last word, The felt word, There was a time you were that word You cannot be trusted anymore A soul drips as you walk out the door. That's what has become of you Much like these men whom have yet to leave the womb. The women were there To bring the touch, the love They left them shaking as if nothing meant much Until it was too late Victorious in ugliness Everything now Quiet as the music muffles to powder Balloons popping over the dead piano At the nuisance ball. Watching the Sun Set on Your Skin I watched the sun setting on your skin As you read Albert Camus to the oncoming stars. And I was that obsessed pariah loner The imperfection, cancerous Broken handle holding the burnt leftover heat of the sun - On my blistered neck. But you look like the water lilies in Claude Monet's Japanese Gardens When they've exorcised poppets like me away from the beautiful bridge. I can watch Heaven move the clouds through your eyes And hear a symphony of harps play with the choir of angels. In the dream of you The poor boy will be boneless, skinless and wasting away in the crackling debris. Towards the dirty city I float back Unworthy of your champagne lips. Lennon-Porter Lennon-Porter smothered in from the truth He is the new stain of a lyrical muse To the voices of sorrow and earsplitting divinity. In a life full of mysteries he hid away from the wilderness. Sat in the bottom waters in the bouquet Until they call his name for the roll call of shame, and offer him the complacency of desire He wants love, he wants fire. He wants the coils, Shock of the wires. To feel less like regret. In the power of all that is false. 1993 Remember Life in 1993 You were young Not knowing secrets and hoaxes Not yet feeling dark shadows to massage your brain with fear. Still not understanding what God is Hear voices tell you that paths and goals, and people in the paths are not your goals. Just the infancy of heart Not yet filled with enough blood to understand. Decisions regurgitated as new forms of the same mistake. You tried to buy love through prayer and magic. We were still young Dressed in the fade of neon lights Clashed against your pale face. Part 2 Repeat for another 17 years Until you can understand Eventually you will see the faith of the righteous living, beings. Burn through your mistakes Trying not to leave piles of scars When the heart recycles itself to refuel Never leave it empty Returning to the infancy True love shines most when the blood thickens, not thinning when the fear is resting. In our shadows. Call them back to their portals. Love is neither pale, nor burned Love cannot be bought, nor sold You inherit the path will not be created by impure dirt. The Brown Eyed Symphony Dove eyes stare into bored eyes, bare Her eyes have traveled many miles His eyes touch her eyes By traveling back to those many miles Love lifts, smog shifts to serpent shores. Love is brave, unity of shame has broken it's lock Rose is felt Felt for the first time Thorn is the brush, the blood pour like wine Let us share the melt because we melt when we share When we share a burn The craving, those brown eyes my haven I feel secure Bored eyes no more. The Swing I could swing as high as A dragon's kiss to a burning sky In a mosaic coma I dreamt up an ending To a world with the markings to glow A black and white rainbow appears behind A fireworks show Maybe, We are all lonely Hold hands and swing. Museum While you were dusting off old suits Wartime cologne stale and putrid You laid me in a broken body like I was your prized fossil I was displayed like a museum through a cage. A Great Fire The graffiti covered the old home Where our past ghosts still wander In a dream I thought of a great fire The memories are supposed to vanish As we thought Let it burn away Keep the fire burning The wars vanquished Quiet, peace & the evil defeated? Winter Pipes I'm here as a broken faucet Crackling pipe noises Emits into the rusty surroundings The last days of vivacity The mirror breaks in wintery reflections. Recessive I am nothing but fragments Spun powder into a drink I thought I was power Now look at me, i'm recessive As I've been dominated by the energy of the blind, of heaven.