Shadows that slip from the walls to my bones misinterpreted words on the scrawls of a tome seeking the plot before I'm buried in it skull an altar or squaler of home, mulch on the loam grow from seedy to shady greedy for the make believably maybes till the strings tangled on the marrionette living as my effigy, leave me or take me gone like I'm staring on out to the long night as a vector that's carrying what's buried within to the dawn's light cast shade till my past fades might imprisoned by a wrong slight cascades from my last days echo and shiver like drawn knives fangs that thoughtfully bite through the thoughts of the mind to the light and to others i'm blind faces traced, apparitions aligned fading away, aspirations maligned till life imitates dreams till dreams imitate life and I'm trapped by the weaver of schemes and we are both one, the eater of dreams

Sculpted by scorn and rainy days halted before i could change my ways living in the breeze of calm whistling spring but i'm singing like the song bird missing his wings your the uplifting of the suns birth take the pain away your sniffling sombre could pave my way uncrippling love, enchantress unampitate my values perhaps you've the magic to animate a statue As the rain falls Upon my stone With my Angel I could call this a home live as an old hag, a child in my dreams chills of violent screams in violin strings in silent dimniss lay my trials in remnants if i could just remember your smiling gleam like the spider in the kitchen sink drizzlin sickle in hands hacking weeds forever end I'll meet you on whichever end your on dear from my eye's corner i'm near ya, a tear drop or find a blimp to commandeer, a mind of a connossier if it could just cut the time till i see ya when you flyaway, it's summer leaves blowing in the wind, but i'd be wrong to keep ya feeling my thoughts wither like a dusty record feeling like your lost forever as the clouds rots and withers the logs and timber all i have is what i remember As the rain falls Upon my stone With my Angel I could call this a home

malaise like I'm too lazy to say the name of the place what can I say? pacing my days in place pushing daisies, magnolias, daffodils another 2-6, could've ate what passed as a meal didn't do the math and failed, my last hammered nail other fools, weighing their soul as mass on the scale caskets filled like their a ss is the grail so full they could fold, but can't look passed the veil but who am I? lying ragged as bales breaking eggs, scrape together cash to crack an ale liver black, skin pale, dead sheep in the pasture or field trying to dull the feels of killing floor cattle squeals what can i say? hard to be a gentleman to fiddle strings, candle trembling to nimble winds settling in to unsettling things, fill the glass skipping pebbles in my gentle spring till it stills to black i write these bottled letters from the eye of this sea read my novel jestures that lies upon that beach for life's long journey i uncork the top and sail away till those gold shore hail me i'll tell you my tales today weather the storm with liquor and song whether it form's my liver to stone crack chips in my home of panes and strange ways blood sickly but warm, they complain my days away, pit of paranhas to pesture my karma awaiting the young night, lacking a sun's need though ticks the bitter clock on my precious nervana itches of a damned river, dreamt yonders to sea I want peace, don't need flowers on my grave ain't a hollering mountain jack, so what you want from me? you can go and take that smoke stack lightning away pimping the blues, since the strange fruit under the tree weeping willow to fade as elders estranged trading my marrow away to sedate querrils today suppose we all angels, some herald the way some only got their perilous days, bitter syrups to taste i write these bottled letters from the eye of this sea read my novel jestures that lies upon that beach for life's long journey i uncork the top and sail away till those gold shore hail me i'll tell you my tales today

I remember when we first met trying to get my words fixed turning into a nerve wreck couldn't think of the perfect words yet but before I knew it we were through with our first kiss moved in together, shared the same bed the same dreams, pleasure and pain that it came with changes from spring to winter blossoming trees to autumning leaves we'd remember And nothing ceased to wither in my eyes soon saw flaws, flickering lights bickering and fights words like fists never think she could hurt like this loved her so much, but never knew it'd never last us tried to suck it up and picked the last straw slammed the door, dissapeared in the rain *sound effect& i'd never hear from her again just a sneer of pain And I'm dying to know where you are lest I breathe And I'm dying to clear the fog that you left to me Shared my last laugh with her Still wasn't clear but i didn't even dare to go after her many nights that i had with her that with the few gone it felt too long to pass with her in my mind trying to work out who I was Even more trying to work out who I lost So much I feel the same that i feel ashamed and trying to heal the pain is to still the rain did someone steal the flame, make a greener grass? did she change lanes to gain way to a senic path? To live in a hell with frosted windows dead as I felt, I thought of my widow Just wish I could tell her how I really felt Really wished she could tell me as well till i picked up my phone, she never spoke to me but from her mother's voice, I heard the text she wrote for me dropped the phone as i heard her words of love just didn't make it home And I'm dying to know where you are lest I breathe And I'm dying to clear the fog that you left to me

Viki, she drawed looks shoot to kill, jaws dropped, like jewels a looter would steal soon as her bra hooked caught looks by anything from pups to crooks, slithering eels peering eye's of marble; windows into pits of bitter ghosts under thinly rugged floors could be star struck, but leave those same stars shook walk through everything from red carpets to dark nooks dipped in mansion jaccuzi's, fountains of youth softest sands touch her feet, mountain views for her eyes but the profound truth is the blinds always close every night alone, feeling the fright to her bones the lushest backdrop is but the thinnest veneer and baby drop the thickest of tears given as a maiden, ripped apart for sacrifice living as the wraith in a facade afterlife heart break like dawn, and every night is long trying to find the hidden door or what we're singing for in a cage where the wicked purch looking for the place to forget the hurt (ageless curse) dream catcher, dream catcher, hanging from rafter like a child in noose during rapture wrath and thrases of a body snatcher incubus in the flesh of a man that trapped her to this day, gasping awake, still can't soothe her soul still feels his cum like roots of mould, consuming her whole vice abusing as loop holes to excuse from the cold her truth be told too obtuse to behold Straight from the whore's mouth, nobody to hear her (though) phasing in and out at a party in front of the mirror (ho) her reflection on the marble floor wakes up ungarbed, heart more dark than before dream catcher, dream catcher, weaver of good intent absent, bones sink in the mattress in dark a writhing heap maybe baby can find peace if she's lost enough to not climb from sleep a feast for eyes, demons in the seat of their minds can see them seap, feel their teeth in her hide waiting for the ghosts on the wall to ferry her away feels it deep inside, not even in sleep she can hide than light creeps through the blinds waiting for the ghosts on the wall to ferry her away heart break like dawn, and every night is long trying to find the hidden door or what we're singing for in a cage where the wicked purch waiting for the place to forget the hurt

Shoo my blue skies away got my heart in a throbbing pain as i lie awake feel my cloud nines dropping rain My storm i dream through my days Still alone I see you ashamed had my love to fall it's not your fault i just want my peace again stricken a love at glance can't help but shiver for a touch i'll never know should've saught your hand hands full of cards i lost the chance soaking soil to mud thought i forgot you see, but you caught up to me tried to flee but you foiled the plot how your cold rain boils my blood how i doddle in mud oh crystal cloud how you sparkle above oh crystal cloud no reason to stay but the feeling still teases away want to get you from me treading each step heaving the weight want to see the sunset to one day keep my life force from feeding the grey ugly thoughts from a sparkling dove try to stay ahead just keep them away my mishap which happened slipped within a step, should've been my death couldn't distract my distraction it was bound to be, didn't look down to me can only rest the days the lack of choice i never made had my love to fall it's not your fault but i still can't lift the shade how i doddle in mud oh crystal cloud how you sparkle above oh crystal cloud

oh girl, fill me with joy that taste so sweet at least until we deploy toy with some make belief remind me of a strawberry tree that don't exist and i'm not very pleased you heart of stone bitch oh ms. incredible, no higher of emperess to lift your pedistal would aquire it endless but the tighter the friendships, the more trife the finish in this story the temptress who lured me in with the beat of your eye lash, venus fly trap sight of that ass, try to relax, slide and relapse side tracked, by the depth of the fall my gleam of light for her to snuff, her lips for submittal not seeing the tight wrap by the tips of her finger couldn't deny that i wouldn't have missed a limb for this mistress i'd name ms. stress feeling under tones of the summer warmth you left once called me baby, never rocked me to sleeping called you honey, never caught me a bee sting such a sweet thing, my queen for the reign worked like a dream and a dream you became oh girl, fill me with joy that taste so sweet at least until we deploy toy with some make belief remind me of a strawberry tree that don't exist and i'm not very pleased you heart of stone bitch for the time and place it's never right when i try to get a taste it's never ripe weren't the type for getaways now it's every night make me the edgy type with your every lie thought we'd forever reside, but you can never tell 2 sides of a coin, couldn't make heads or tails enough is enough, tried to let you under my shell knock my soft side lop-side, the lovers spell nothing to describe this spell with besides a curse probably treading off to hell with my hide dispersed now i feel my enemy's edge the instant they linger still all i want to do is put the ring on her....neck my respect in your dirt, now sterile of dreams if walls talked, they'd better be careful with me lost my prosperity with the queen i crowned my love want my strawberry tree, but can't beat around the bush oh girl, fill me with joy that taste so sweet at least until we deploy toy with some make belief remind me of a strawberry tree that don't exist and i'm not very pleased you heart of stone bitch

just a snake that can't shake his skin no more applause, just booze to ooze through my dreams could fire breathe if the fuse lit but i'm just broke down engine, swigging fire water parched like licking the dribbling inside the faucet god speed looking like a rite of blockage Thought i had a good run, but no, i know thief that widowed and orphaned, because woe is my foe bobby pin stuck inside the lock in the door need another drink like a shot in the throat some good ol' beautiful ruse of clocked in whores daddy problems like they're forgotten to work life like mud in a pit comprised of vipers souls wandering for a pied piper baby moving it, my hour glass like a salt shaker thighs so righteous, all at mass for the heart breakers Just let her play her classic number and it's all a gone away plays her tunes of magic and wonder and she charms the snake Thrill of the hunt, preparing the sermon were my dharma lays hell of a song, girl's wearing the turban and she charms the snake Got me fuzzy like a clock radio speaker If satan, she'd have made him a crazier creature Got some dough, go roll in her buns my meat to make her ends meet, coals going strong properly sparked, proper? probably not though getting love, after all, it's what we can touch baby something sweet to pluck for the tongue rocks off, boulder from my shoulder, toss it gone nodded off after pillow talk, and yada-ya woke up muzzle of a glock cocked at my crotch guess i popped her pops, she wanted the hurt on me working me, feeling smooth, bourbon as cream sorrow of ouroboros, a dirk in the sheets bird of my dreams, flirt with the scheme to eat the serpentine a murder scene, snake back in the basket face my music, pay back is a bad bitch Just let her play her classic number and it's all a gone away plays her tunes of magic and wonder and she charms the snake old self gone, preparing the sermon were my dharma lays hell of a song, girl's wearing the turban and she charms the snake

As i look above feeling nothing below look like an open door letting sun in and glow gone and broke the law try the open road go until the fuel is low for your love I truly hope I go and ride into the shining sun if not, I'm going for life don't want you to find him gone bird gotta learn love for skies lest I get locked for life and all I can think of is you Just wish we could take a while and breathe But I'm too busy to break my smile and speak Little missy, you make it worthwhile to me Your too pretty to wait, it's too wild to be for a petty mistake, I misplaced my cherished now for you, I'd wish away, give away my spirit whether river or lake, I felt water so calm if you withered away, I'd feel the love of your arms if I wore the luck of your charm, I'd cease denying sleep with lions, beat the tyrant but for now I keep an eye on the skies above us days warmest suns, nights brightest starlets life's a movie, and I'm running to finish the reel taste of your loving or the end of their steel for now it's swigs of whisky, pints of brew could drown what's left of me or think of you under drowning rain or scorching sun I lay sound awake from you, i'm forced to run if I were blind the way to you I'd find but if confined you'd only have my mind I go and ride into the shining sun if not, I'm going for life don't want you to find him gone bird gotta learn love for skies lest I get locked for life and all I can think of is you Just want to feel your gentle arms again My steel and flint to rekindle our strong of flame even though I've gone away you'll still remain in your nest, my mind, as I feel the same could heal the taint of the most staggering curses if my dreams in vain, my awakening's worthless grinning at the fool's gold, the light of my tunnel everything I'd share with you if shy of gun holes I think of you... I think of you... I think of you... I think of you...

it's the conveyor of ones profit assembly line product, compartmentalized logic specialized thoughts and prayers you've opted your alkaline start it's your self-defined loss of strangeness, re-arranged with the program A drone that enthroned a barcode scan Your status, your I.D, your perspective of life Who you do and don’t see, the leverage of your rights whether if it's in the garbage and filth you slumber beasts under the grating, the cogs shifting hungered day and night, the clock ticks to smother fraying minds of the blocks, bricks, and mortar vain as the divine, the blood flows, the mind molds kids to kill siblings, with blindfolds or ignore their presence, by kids made for kids a labor that strips them bare from of a savior aqueducts and sewers of lethal design suckling dribbles from roots of the evilest minds under edifices of high achievers, white cathedrals swaths of blood to drown the scythe of the reaper mires of leeches from which we sanctify leaders avid lies of sacrifice, they pry their reach more a wishing well for privileged minds to gaze on no change, just nickel/dime donations genesis to organisms to robotics who get shot, leak blood, on go the process one who's carved with, there mirror their thought, none to stop it, mind so narrow it's sharp can only stand by for war, until the arrows are shot the terror to stop, only when the error is dropped You point out the scum; they point right back at you joins our sights as absolutes, just have to shoot living contradictions, the good mornings wake up to cloak and daggers, the hood stories in man-made heaven and purgatory emancipation to eat if you murder for beef crooks gorging on dreams of pleasure island when asylum is wretched and violent in the mists, the sirens scream, tyrants and kings kids supplying the means to end rivaling schemes In a place where trying to live is an endless of hustle were the lying stay the king of the jungle brothers, sisters dying for color, dying for colors denying each other for fear of life in the gutter eye's in the thunder of the storm, delirious wondering what ghost wanders the jade stone pyramid thrones for conspiracy, to idol's to death's wish survival of the fittest, only rivals the witness then the cost of the gun, put's to cease your hours if they don't touch your loved ones, you sleep with flowers the unrest of one debt's cost can bleed you out for every penny of blood lost in schemes of power rotten cream sour, moldy bread stale, doubts loose soaked in rain trying to get the hell out the due asked for heads, they sniffed your tail now your noosed and with your bail out refused it's jail house blues

lift a levy with a finger, forget the change won't be the only thing, that'll hit the bank shining, awe, Rolex blinging only lip chicks give is swole, lord willing wants gold, she’d push daisies and daffodils Pluck every peddle within the meadow Though only wants me till we get passed the till when you want toll free baby call me and I know it'll never stop got carrots on that scepter, switch the broad thrones fit for gods for my ass to seat if this shit could talk, It’d be majesty it's the stroll of Mr.maple street with my cash flow I make all i need In gold, I could pave all the streets some tell me I'm a fable of greed it's the stroll of Mr.maple street Financially abled see? not holding my life with staples see? happiness of Mr.maple street The bliss that I exchange To which I am a slave Roots which I've replaced Stump as my ball and chain and it's all for me from the thickets of trees, the prettiest leaves Don't let me fall astray If money could walk, it'd wither decrees (plow) To a slave master, there's only one culprit preaching green power from within my wallet and I'll bet that this'll never end sowing and reaping each dead president it's the stroll of Mr.maple street with my cash flow I make all i need In gold, I could pave all the streets some tell me I'm a fable of greed it's the stroll of Mr.maple street Financially abled see? not holding my life with staples see? happiness of Mr.maple street

Lost detective led from my clues ventriloquist's fingertips too stiffened to move light switches to red, I slip in the blues light the green, sip on some brew like the dead risen with truth to fall again feel the rot of my skin, posture hardening pay my upkeep for wallow's inn unbottled jin, no wishes to conjure within locked in a prison that should've been a tool feeling nothing within sitting on my wooden stool That I made from branches of a bitter tree living subdued in a canvas I never see Your fashionable revery, let me rest in peace keep moping till there's no breath left to breathe a breeze to freeze to death the bees don't care if your pastures green, don't pesture me For justice, there's just one law bugger off you terrible people for the heartless, there's just one love my god you terrible people cocktail mittens to cover your gauntlets get away you terrible people you want heaven but don't want death let me be you terrible people time is money, money is god for the sweetest tooth, how much honey can be got? kinda funny it's dim, while it's sunny above these slummy apartments, crummy compartments don't know what they got because they're selfish never taught self worth and they're helpless taught to breed success with crossed legs that lottery is justice, cutleries for garbage to the tracks, they're sautered with grief if no lovers to speak, they drown in still waters beneath living mannequins, to complement the tailor inside a melting pot, condiments to stew as the sheep damsel in the somber wind sailing got wolves stringing up something in the noose but what's a rich man without a rich world? try to buy a soul with gold, you terrible people For justice, there's just one law bugger off you terrible people for the heartless, there's just one love my god you terrible people cocktail mittens to cover your gauntlets get away you terrible people you want heaven but don't want death let me be you terrible people

thoughts like retrograding stars constellations to empty space in memoirs saw you in a dream, your innocence, my smile on tip of the tongue when I commemorate the thought pulling for threads that fall to my feet hallways that speak, chivalrous denial Had an open room readied, that'd hold you in sleep to always be ready to be called for your needs the calmest creek to mull over till it halts and recedes from ornery to a soul in reprieve when you're holding me truth behold, wonders to be told, too high to chase seeing your surprised eyes, revealing my hiding face hearing you say, "daddy i love you" to sharing recollections of what you thought that I knew military advisor for every fight that you fought showing you every rope, shoe laces, till when you tied the knot your ones and two's, till when the vinyl stop sending my regards, as my vitals drop, my final stop light of my tunnel, waking up to bed in the dark only saw you in a dream, figments I never forgot will never forget, web of regrets to rest my head sprawling webs of retrograding stars constellations to empty space in memoirs dreams with sharp teeth, wondering the lovely to offbeat from daughters of queens to harpies Find what I lust for, shit in the mire's stank crumple it up, throw it into the fireplace fuel up another dream, illusions hallucinatory find a forbidden truth, helpful muse for my glory my lost soul, recalled for seances, my parlor trick calling the pot black, until I call it quits stewing in this primordial soup of the oldest witch coals to cinder to cold I wither, the discarded dead guarding a chest of gold disguised as a black box stories regressed, Lazarus plot, lathered with chalk casted fogs with sticks etched with runes cloaks for beasts to stalk the edges of rooms stolen the sky, so the bird couldn't fly dust of wreckless pursuits sift the straws, swept with the broom shards of schemes lost in dreams, lying in bed in the dark, head propped, feeling drips of the lion's breath crawling in webs of retrograding stars constellations to empty space in memoirs dreams with sharp teeth, wondering the lovely to offbeat from daughters of queens to harpies

Young lad hopping on the back of a train cart tipping his hat amongst these tracks of waned hearts The lack of aim for a star wandering afar pale light from the somber winds and scars Stray dog free of his chains and collars Not the brains for college, or the strength of the brolic didn't bother him as much as the pain of heartache always get him down, skipping towns, the insane departed Felt only the comfort of dread always on the run like they wanted his head wearing black and white stripes, tugging a boulder felt happiness out of sight, the love when he'd hold her just the shrugging of shoulders, the rotting of cola cowboy with his gun to rust in its holster parasite in defyment, fleeing from its host each day becoming as long as his road Follows these tracks wherever they may lead rides whichever train calls of his past siren in the breeze like the gentle rain Her perfume like a morning dew, sunbeam smiling light breeze soaring through ponderings of silence the comforting from violence, scene like a portrait serene life of an orchard, summer leaves in vibrance two stones striking for warmth in the darkness feels her presence like storms when he harbors just a tad shy of her, shy of a bullet eye's dully lit, but can't decide why to pull it growing senile with thoughts of a child thinking of this girly like a luscious of vile in a broader picture without a love to live for without a cause, just follows the stars north bottles his love for a pasture of cream catcher of dreams hanging over his course, over the board feels he can try to raise a sunk ship but for now, he'll just ride away into the sunset Follows these tracks wherever they may lead rides whichever train calls of his past siren in the breeze like the gentle rain