Modestly Attired

You say my face is plain
You say I don't have it
I can't be like movie stars
or wonderful royal-pretty thing

You say you love me
but you kinda look away

you say you love me

the words always decay

you say I wanna kiss you

and your kisses they blotch

they are bad make-up

they don't hide the scars of abuse

you dress me like a liqurice doll

so sweet like burnt candy

rolling in your mouth

so sweet like a cloud making a storm

so I pleased guilty

said I was sorry

that I'm not beautiful enough

that I'm modestly dressed

so I pleaded guilty

I begged you to stay
I may be moderately dressed

but my love is not modest

you told I can't be a drama queen

I can't be a luscious being
I can't be carved into a poster on a wall

I'm just me simple me

you told me I can't cry with an award

star on some favourite show

or drop down a passing crowd

I can only be me

Fuck you!
if I'm only me
I think I don't really need

to be some stringed doll

that is for kids

Fuck You!

if I'm only me

I think I dont really need

superficial trash like you

You're not worth it

if I'm only me
I'm glad to be me
I don't need a poster on a wall

I don't want to stand forever - I'll walk on!

In The

You said you were bleeding
You said you were hurt
Now I understand
These twists in your strings

Fallen down is no game
but games of lust construe

too many tongues

that's why we are confused

in the aftermath of us dressing

in the light of pretenses

you exchange a connotation

i decode it as honesty

fled from the cosmopolitan stars

fled from life as used cosmic spirited fakes

you tried tieing shoelaces of your own

to joke; to trip before you leap

now in the end of beginning to end

you leap around a lie

no truth for your spoon

you fork down malicious well

if I saw you bleeding

then I guess...I'll keep it to myself...

Love Making As The Cosmos

It seeps like consolation
a constellation of envy

star-hued crime of passion

engulfed in mortality

soaking a bed of planetary collage
soaking a heart built with impulse

electric snakes are forking down

electric dice laden on hard and soft

like thunder and lightning in an immortal place

tempests singing beyond the orifice

like touching and knowing; an organ's game

we whistle and whisper each other's name

like molten fire and ice thriving in a form

like golden and silver in platinum-diamond ring

like a promise a flesh-flesh brings mapping down

love's atlas is drawn - hills and shores abound

love's baptized, mosque's pilgrimage resounds

churches opened and temples alive

in this path of extreme maddening haste
in this path of slow pulsing drums

the path of strings and sands

collecting dews all heaven

Heaven tampers us in tongue-tied knots

a solace is the vertigo exchanges Janus ends
Aphrodite in a shell re-opened
Sounds pf Artemis in the fields
Athena and Ares in a global forge
Life's beginnings and endings in all
depths and depths tongued forward to be riches of the universe...

Cradle For The Grave Digger

Shovel in hand
And corpses abound
Night in a steering glance
Owl as messenger
I kiss the soil
That cremates flesh to dust to dust to zillions of double fragments

Cold in hand
All cold surrounds
as blood boils to freezing
and ill-tempered wind
dies without seeing
my naked eyes
tear-tombed
as flowers to the dead

And as the nightingale swallows
what ghouls riden in the ancient world
my matter-of-time in reaper's blade
strikes a machine man-made
ever-gliding, ever-itching
hoping to be replaced

And as soil kisses soil
with a flesh making necrophililc affection with earth
and as craters as closed; wishes being done - books written to dots
Eternity climbs over and says
"Sleep you can"

And in the hotel of lamps and stones
I rest a bit
Then begin again
life anew
For someone

to go through wombs and wombs of mud

Like a star fading the mud-dweller is pale
statled by afterlife dual
morning for the body wrapped - mummified by earth
I mummified by silences that word-out into nothing...

History begets history
Chastity and Experience elopes

Death Of a Serial Killer

In knotted chemicals the sprays of disdain
Love-life in corpses strewn as finer-silk in detail
Passionate-passion-passion-less all craved-carved
in details fleshing-flesh so simple in a complex way

Dotted maps in force, form and figure
Art is more exquisite in pained rush
Type, write and bleed
a cycle merciful but presented sans mercy in a dame

Fox has been out-foxed and boxed is the bod
lain in the ashes of intoxicated elementals and fundamental-brick-building
Glass is thrown, Glass is forested and sex begins in a moulder's workshop
pathos and ethos - those zygotic twins - have prematurely boiled

Cuffs and wrists and ankles all imprisoned
Mental clock give ohs and sighs upon cosmos revisited
flash is written in photographed-cells, inductive without ethic but ethically restrained
piosly the body thinks, breaths and coitus is thus permissable

In the hours of sin-ups and sign-ups the heaviness inundates
Darts of blood-mix anger in the last, performance is the best exercise
the calling card, the reapers reaps and congratulations mortal-mimicry
imitation can surpass original if it succeeds natural fizations, a warantee on perversion.

Doctors can not be tamed, phycists have physics-nude and artists draw geometry
Can not sabre-tongue, the cup-well bear the progeny of concentrate and dilutes?
Can license be only permissable to drones in protected sex of misanthropy?
Yes misanthropy in the 'I' is beyond elixir

The artist carves a simple task - complicated by suck strokes to the ass

spanked by the BDSM-wrong such as law
love-tight in a model of an amateur love-slave

drawn on by the whips of a dominated-dominator

No Omega needs Alpha, and Alpha can sink into creative justice
such orifices the mind needs - so increasion of power-value!

Oh Seducer who thinks thyself seduced don't be weary
My eyes close shut but the world has plummeted in my conception.