Sweet, Bitter, All the Same!

That tinge in my back is a faulting line of criss-crossed wires. My spine cringes in a hollowed way, yet I walk through back alleys with knives and back-stabbing thoughts! My name means nothing without restoration, without definition! A fighting chance is so thirty years ago, but I am a fighting soul- my grave will read here lies a loving bum, a true son of the one and only God; Myself!
I need no false predictions or gratification, only tender love, and the flesh of a human! Wrap me in comfort. Blanket me in your heart. Clothe me in your hair. Wake me with your scent!

Stressed Out!

What do we have?

This is a twisted ending, a dam is ready to burst. Why is no one fleeing, I know I would escape my insanity if I only fucking could!
Here I am embracing my flaws, but will my love cope with your bitter words? I loved you then, and would keep my love burning so brightly! Your name sends shutters, and I long for your sweet embrace, I would except just a friendly visit when I drive hours to see your beauty! Not even a quick kiss, or hug, and all I can ask is why?
I will be there forever with this feeling of dirt, but I will sadly take you if you would have me!
My little Indian Girl!
My heart pumps out poison these days.
Praying for resolution, reasons, and termination!

Stressed Out

Last Thing I wanna do is Cause you Grief!

What is it I do? Something hidden in text, and movement? My face blurs into static, and the whistle blows indicating the race has commenced! How could this be? I am without preparation or the will to use my legs! I run, for what seems like ages, for this feeling of infatuation. It burns inside me! This fox I know drives me crazy, yet she hides away in her northern den. I must travel down the same route, and retrace my past footsteps. My transportation lays out of commission, it lay unpurchased, unknown!
This teenage crush! Oh, how my heart is skipping to a divine beat! This summer I make a change and pack my things to begin my wondering in the terrible heat! I can only continue this biding for time and pray I don't snap from the nervous twitches. No longer shall my talent rot in this trapping graveyard( home of the largest Vietnam vets without homes). Laughing will come from these lips once again. My mind is somewhere else, just saying it's a good thing I know where it's at!

Stressed Out!
(I just can't get enough!)

Super Spaced....

I can see the outline of a face, jaw stuck outwards so proudly. The person then changes shape. He maneuvers to the doorframe. His head flips back for the attack, I can not dodge, duck, or move so I take his hit full on!

DEAD!

This what I'll be. Without my reasons, or my truths.

Teach of Angel

Teach of Angel, clash and clash!

I Lub you my sister from another bloodline( even better an Asian bloodline).

You better lub me now!

Travis the Tinman

He walks about staying quiet and prepared. No thoughts running through his dome, only oil and dilated time. Jokes are often brought on by haunting fools; this is the flesh he must consume! Human blood pumps through his cold tin body, no emotions! Humanity leaves him with a bitter taste in his gears, but with a twist of his crank all is set to normal. This man I speak of is made of metal, scraps from the yard we call earth, made from scraps that people once loved.

SUCK IT DRY!!

Hills are far to grand!

The hills haunt my being, tear me into patches of former warriors! Strike me down from this perch, that is only if you rape me!
Hah!