Gray of things

Never trust in anyone who has to look up
to tell you that they are happy.


How the clock still ticks as
the stupid breed.
More mind games played
More death talk spread
More tricked
overdosed
mortals suckling from the breast
of the insane ones

Chaos faithfully becomes winter's spite
in the tragic garden
Hopes deepen
ash
mold
now along a bitter way
Indian summer, the Santa Ana wind
smell her on upset shirt
Full moon!
Full Moon!
Full moon lake glass remorse
Nice womb...feels like a wet fanasty


Familar ghost
come close
breaking bottles as we toast
for the new ride to begin
Smile smoke confusion
a impression to most
inplanted to the history book
Red vine, the thorny cover
ingrown finger nail give hurtfull lessons
then reminds
Here we are now
But only for a time

Try as we do to deny it, we will always
drink that sand of jealously
wanting more
Wasted heat
next mirage

Can we ever break the chains of pain
without the shadow of death preying upon us?

Flames abound now in the
village of dispair

They awoke telling talking dreams to
display a vanacy sign
Getting moving
silent steam
Might of the night not ice ink
Groin pull brings visions of
Television pain
Notebook
Explosion of Sion
toothpick digging a release
Scar the tooth of Bullshit

No love in Poetry
No wisdom in Pain
No words in Death
No designs in Anger
My whole life is NO

So far..farway now
Now we can connect the dots
Dots that spin
Spin the wheel
Wheel of Karma
Karma is Truth
Truth in history
History can overcome the lies
Lies of god
God that is a failure
Failure in the sky
Sky of wonder

Light or Dark
Black or White
I always see better in the GRAY of things