The Itch of an American Jest

Finished with the witch I grabbed my spoon
I felt the prick and was caught in a swoon
I saw the reflection of a flea before I was lost
And if there is a fly I have been double crossed
I awoke and found myself tied to rusty bed springs
Insanely I laughed as the flea revealed his sting
The fly finally spoke and asked how I had slept
Good and can I have a smoke before the next step
Soon my eyes would open and I would have the power
But still no victor could be crowned in this dark hour
Digging through my belongings the fly obliged me
And then explained how electricity shall set me free
Pain would allow them to have the wand and my death
But the fly didn't know my smoke was saturated in meth
As the Mexicans German threw the switch I wept
But soon I would have all of my wits and and my pep

The Only Way

The one and only way is the truth
A message for the old and the youth
Don't cover your weakness with anger
The violence of man only shows danger
They touch the body but never your soul
Only God can write upon the human scroll
But if you can get deep into your own center
You will know violence is from panicked embers
From frightened men who are in terrible pain
Then you will feel sorry for them and their shame
May you understand that mercy is not just for the weak
When they hurt you, I pray you turn the other cheek

Wedding Bells

The beautiful sound of wedding bells
Creates a lovely stirring in my heart
That reminds me of a similar spell
In which a man and a lady never part
My soul cried as she came down the aisle
There in a rose petal dress stood my Eve
The music in her brought to my face a smile
And I am thankful for all I am to receive
We sealed those special vows with a kiss
And for years I have held your hand in love
Your compassion has filled our life with bliss
I pray our love is protected by God above
The beautiful sound of wedding bells
Brought your endless love to a kind heart
That  reminds me I am lost in your spell
And I hope these two souls never ever part

To my darling wife,
I love you and I always will.

Tale of Courage

An old man once wove me a story
With tales of blood, guts and glory
Obediently I sat down and took heed
Lad let me tell you of life and my creed

I was in a bad way behind enemy lines
Stealthily hidden and waiting for the sign

The day would be over if they spotted me
Reluctantly I broke cover and ran for the sea
Each day I ask to be forgiven for what was done
As I reached my mark I heard the wails of my men
Sign given and pistol loaded I prepared for sin
On three a well designed trap will be sprang
Now and then freedom has to be bought with a bang

Pain Chapter 3 Verse 5

I love the green grassy smell of a cloak
And fanatically laughing at a stupid joke
Sad hearts will cure in a full pulled toke
The past disappears in the piney smoke
And the pain embraces the frayed light
But fear quietly fades away in the quake
While the stars have killed for their bright
I have found a way to never ever wake
In the grips of a sick maddened grind
I dropped a blot and freed my mind
Cold sweat trickled down my spine
And the Devil poked me with his tine
And still the pain embraces the frayed light
But fear quietly fades away in the quake
While the stars have killed for their bright
I have found a way to never ever wake
The taste of mushroom tea is divine
Lies slip a way and release the shine
The floor rises and the belly drops
God is found but we lack the chops
And the pain embraces the frayed light
But fear quietly fades away in the quake
While the stars have killed for their bright
I have found a way to never ever wake
The meth infused agony of life is bright
With lustful lips I chase the go fast light
Endless poetic dribble is scribbled rights
I am the hollow hero who lost his sight
And the pain embraces the frayed light
But fear quietly fades away in the quake
While the stars have killed for their bright
I have found a way to never ever wake
I dream of low places covered in snow
Its the blind nose that leads me to the glow
Twist the Ben, find your sin and say hello
Love drips and the soul will chase yayo
And the pain embraces the frayed light
But fear quietly fades away in the quake
While the stars have killed for their bright
I have found a way to never ever wake

Pain Chapter 3 Verse 4

I've chased away my darling soul
She said I was nothing but a hole
A man that would never be whole
Pain written across an old scroll
I could not say sorry so I just swore
She grew and I was a tedious chore
Life is precious but in me she saw war
I gazed at her and slammed the door
Never mind me and her I've old friends
My obsession with them can only cleanse
My pockets are full and I am here to spend
Enjoying the purest and devious of trends

Pain Chapter 3 Verse 3

I loved my love not just to love
But I loved her for the sake of love
Love could flourish if not for the vice
And the vice of my life was a dark vice
She hated my vice not just to hate
But to hate for the sake of my hate
I wallowed in the pain to feel the past
Pain lives in the mire and I am the past
I glorified my memories of use and abuse
Its the use of abuse that led to my abuse
I caved in on myself and was of no use
She abused and used for the sake of the use
I loved my love not just to love
She loved and left for the sake of love

To: Illumination or is it Ruination

Your prized gauntlet I had to turn down
Daft is thy name for I am already enlightened
And cursed is my feet upon the ground
My opened eye of three cannot be frightened
Let my warning be your wanton cry of mercy
I have no care for your movement or cause
Bother me twice and I shall commit heresy
My artistic muse is another mans hallowed law

Late Night Fright

Yesterday's dark I tasted the blight
The suffering was found in my slumber
Is glorifying the agony my second sight
Struck mad in the pain ridden thunder
The cold torture caused me to weep
And I was baptized within my thoughts
God is the jest and Death will not reap
I asked for help but it was all for naught
The Devil of Man offered a new design
Defiantly take pleasure from the afflictions
And our reckoning will come within time
You are undeniable pain without restriction
Writhing in the doubt I owned the silent night
For prides sake I am man in my anguish
I forsake Death and cry for my last rites
Its the lure of a scream I shall vanquish

KILLjoy

I am the lie on a jagged edge
Whispered to anyone on the ledge
I plunge myself into the deep night
And I laugh aloud with sincere fright

The Murder of Me

Twitching within a deep scare
No time for luck or kind prayers
Its the stalking sex type game
The one that brings only shame
Thoughtlessly bragging I digress
Hold on tight for it I shall digest
Lost in the shade of the chase
Night falls and there is no grace
From behind I feel the fingers
Deathly cold the touch still lingers
Fight or flight, take or escape
Once caught the kill takes shape
I allowed myself to touch its hair
Smothered in guilty love I feel bare
It has been gagged and tightly bound
It hopes but help will never be found
I want to hear it beg for my mercy
And then I shall commit the heresy
I am the dreaded fear that has purpose
With hidden blade I shall not be a carcass
I will shred the braided ropes that bind
And embody the frayed for I am the grind
My Death is his here but I shall survive
The killers bold gaze will never  thrive
My hope validated for my prey is sly
With all my power I gouge out the eyes
My fury and vengeance shall be vicious
The taste of death is wonderfully delicious

My only Prayer

Today people celebrate the deadly sins
Its what we do and where we've been
For this reason there is nothing to save
Let it wash away, cleaned in the wave
So life can be created and loved by the true
People allow faith, hope and charity to renew
Foster charity and let it seep from your skin
For it shall and can cover a multitude of sin

The Yearning

I can only bleed dreams
For I have tasted screams
I believe in the ancient lust
For I desire your love's trust
I have been the only heart
For I am Gods crying art

Love Lost Love

Its the embrace of love
The painful joy I can feel
A godly taste from above
I am the gracious appeal

The Wicked Kiss of the Witch and the Jest

The witch held death like a thousand lies
Her crooked wand flashed a vivid light
And her crow circled round about in the sky
The ground crawled with snakes and blight
I snapped the squatchs neck and got real
The death of the ape caused her lips to quiver
In my distraction she slapped me with zeal
And her wretched touch gave me a shiver
So into the river I tossed the silver spoon
She gasped in horror and cast a time spell
Moments passed and I awoke in a swoon
Lost in her arms I could taste the ladies smell
Near the moon I swelled in her sweet trance
Night after night I knew only bliss and grace
In a dream I saw the succubus and her dance
I took the spoon and stabbed her in the face
In the moment of her death I felt prying eyes
Standing with her wand I regained all my power
I wonder is the spy a Mexican flea or a German fly
All the same no victor is crowned in this hour

Pain Chapter 3 Verse 2

A million second hand glances away
I taste the last drop of mushroom tea
The sun melts into lovely rain as I sway
Wet fiery pelts of hell fall down on me
So I did not witness her untimely arrival
But I did stand in awe of the feisty banshee
My soul fled its cage in hopes of revival
Grasping at my wraiths tail I managed a plea
For she holds the keys to bliss or pain
But its the wormhole on the count of three
One...You are the twisted deviations bane
Two.. Your light and shine I take from thee
Three. You will never come out of this sane
I dreamed a scream and prayed for a gaze
I opened my eyes and she was missing
So I humble gave thanks to the lord of praise
Only to hear another dark voice hissing
If my fingernails had a perfect memory
How would I ever forget the gashes on my body
I lashed out as the demons hand felt treachery
I was in the nightmare of all I could embody
And the tea would give no clarity in the clash
The monster chewed at me until I was death
Soon my burnt corpse would be nothing but ash
One...I can take you and your breath
Two.. I will allow you to live if only you see
Three. You and I are endlessly bound
The lights kicked on and I was helped to my knees
Cries of anguish came from all who were around
And in the mirror I could see the culprit indeed was me

Pain Chapter 3 Verse 1

I have no dreams just a conscious mind
And I am lost within the dreaded gears of war
A child noticed only by the deaf and blind
An aged soul shadowed and full of gore
The man child prayed for a day of grace
Hope for the phrase did not turn the page
Another small bead of faith drips from the face
And sorrow drowned too late turns to rage
A decade of tears spent in the twilight of haze
I pack some hope in the pipe and ignite
Ready and willing to shake off the blue daze
I hold steady for I am the painful blight

Pain Chapter 2 Verse 5

The days of my youth are gone
And when I draw back the shades
I welcome the dark hollow dawn
But the bright refuses the frayed
Weapon in hand I spark the light
That brings solace through smoke
Love drifting down the veins excites
In the haze I fall under a dismal cloak
The years seem to crawl and  trickle
My pain is alive scratching at the surface
It seems fate is wild, crazed and fickle
I am still the boy scared and nervous

An Easter Ode

Thank you my darling brother Christ
For all that you have loved and gave
Is our treacherous life worthy of its price
Without pay we only have an empty grave
It's in the garden with your sacrifice of origin
For only God could sweat blood from the pore
Man would forget the truth in his own religion
Claiming sacrifice on the cross was the core
While his death on the tree was a necessary
And without that day we could never rise up
Taking our sin was courageous and legendary
Truly he was tested while he partook of that cup
Thank you Father for giving us your only son
We are genuinely sorry for the pain he endured
But with him and a little bit of hope our day is won
This Easter, may some of our souls be cured

Aprils Winner

Alas the days are gone in February
For Mr. Kimathi won with imagination
His poem is great and a win was necessary
Maybe my work needed a little translation
As I live, breathe, dream and stroll
All I want is to be a genius poet of note
And March went to the man with soul
For Mr. Robinson I only appreciate and dote
Now for April where no winner is yet clear
I Mr. Ammon promise to please and appease
Or just maybe one vote could equal one beer
Or I could just do the work and be at ease

For Us

Does anyone here remember the haze
And what we have said about rainy daze
Why here and what have we become
Does anyone feel washed up and numb
Where is the ear against the veiled wall
Lost is our fear for those who took the fall
Clear is the way and straight is our path
Gather courage and release our wrath

The Jest of a Squach Ape

No one knows the gamblers mind
But the squach had a heart of spite
And it was not your fault but the blind
So the squach ape held to me tight
Heads were squeezed in the grind
And we squared off into the bright
Now I'm not the red mushrooms bride
But I hold her as I await my last rites
Through fist, wild fury and the blight
I plucked the apes light from the lies
Noticeably shaken I am lost in the night
The war within released me from the guise
A witch appeared and death is in her sight
And still no victor can ever hope to rise

WE SHOULD HAVE CRIED 2

Did the child's tear have to fall
Sad the days must have been
It is leaders who start the brawl
Bombs fell and all was in a spin
The guilty laugh as they fill coffers
And the innocent  melt with a grin
Machine gun blood is the offer
Men lie and Georgia bares the chagrin
My God we should have at least cried
Can we not hear the howl of misery
Pleasures dictate and no one replied
Georgia is bones and mystery
War comes and we are subdued
Lost in our translation talking noise
With leaders whose ideas are skewed
Countries die while we play with our toys

WE SHOULD HAVE CRIED!

How far did the child's tear have to fall
Unreal and sad the days must have been
Two leaders and only one starts the brawl
Bombs fell and all was lost in a harrowing spin
The guilty have no cares as they fill their coffers
And the innocent must melt away in a wars grin
Machine gun blood is the only currency left to offer
So men shake hands and Georgia bares the chagrin
My God we should have tried or at the least cried
Are we so blind we no longer hear the howl of misery
Pleasures of the man dictated and no one replied
What will we do when Georgia is bones and mystery
When war knocks on our door and we are subdued
Lost in our own translation talking nonsense and noise
With leaders who teach nothing but ideas that are skewed
Lives get destroyed and we continue to play with our toys

The Jest

I plucked the silver spoon from the cloud
And in that crazy moment my soul was found
Some say the death of a clown is very loud
So I will take my time debating with an old hound
Few said I lost while others clapped and bowed
But we continued and no victor was crowned
Finally I won the jest and the old dog just howled
I was leaving when a squach ape had me bound
Yellow moons, green clovers and orange stars
I could talk about the endless tears and glory
One day soon I shall be the monkeys czar
That apes on acid and this fight is another story

My Last Will and Testament

People live, dream and breathe
Demons die, scream and seethe
Angels cry, gleam and cleave
Gods hope, scheme and wreathe

My Country Tis of Thee

It is what it isn't
I am what I am
Lost in a prison
Death is my sham
Life has not risen
War by the gram
Opens a commission
And I am what I am

Cry havoc and Release the Dogs of War

We Dogs of war shall howl at the moon
Wailing for the death of the great Valucian
The dog God turned master died too soon
All hope is pinned now on the great hero Lucian
No more shall we eat from the garbage cans

No longer shall the cat get the couch

For our we not the best friend of man

And for those who sit in wait and crouch

Beware for we will all choke on Bologna rind

For as we breathe you shall release Fella

Or there will never be any peace treaty  signed

Pain Chapter 2 Verse 4

No Friend of Mine

The child is lost and I am what I am after
I am dead and I don't need another friend
All I hear is the stirring echo of laughter
And I scream and scream until the end
They point the finger and stick it in my face
Until senses sharpen and we are elevated
It is what it isn't and that is the case
I smell your fear and yes it is premeditated
I will hack and claw and gnash at my teeth
To get away from those who use and abuse
For it is I who no longer wants to seethe
I can and do have the power to choose

Pain Chapter 2 Verse 3

I live in a shadowed shell
Drifting to and fro in the tide
Waiting for my soul to swell
As hands touch me and I hide
I sleep in the thief's pale lie
While strangers laugh and dine
I can only muster a weak sigh
Death is soon as they give the sign
With only my pain I  make a stance
And crawl from my shell into the surge
To risk everything I love in the dance
With hands upon you I become the scourge

Peopled

Have you ever

Lived in a home not your home

Have you ever

Been home but never alone

Have you ever

Seemed alone but always together

Have you ever

Seemed together but flawed

Have you ever 

Been flawed just to lie

Have you ever 

Lived a lie just to die