she wields
her sex appeal
expertly
like a steel
blade
in the
ninja
hand
aimed
directly
for the heart.

Just like
how it began
with a bang
it begins again
with a bang;

and bang,
the death of one star
births another

if a stars too big
and burns too bright
the light it burns
turns to iron inside
until the weight
of it
becomes too much
and the star falls inward
on itself–

with nowhere to go
it bursts out
ten percent
of what it was
its dying art
and
supernovas
into
nebula

now it
looks more beautiful
than it was before
when it was alive
giving light
but still
more beautiful after bursting
seeding the universe

shrapnel
from the iron core
flies across space
enriching deep-sea rock
with iron
evolving
primordial earth
into
a self sustaining
entity
birthing life
and consciousness
and love
into
what may seem like a cold void
if it weren’t
for
you being alive.

Modern Moulin Rouge,
hot girls dancing
in the club,
and gogo dancers
swinging
from the ceiling on
giant white silk sheets.

I had two black labels
on the rocks
for the price
i could have
bought a whole bottle for,

then got the urge for a drunken poem
and asked the bartender for a pen
and took a napkin
and wrote:

I want
to tear
through this
bitch
like a fucking
in human
barbarian
beast
flipping
tables
causing
a real scene
not this
ridiculous
shit
called
being seen
I want to
fuck every
hot bitch i see
looking at me
with her eyes wondering
“how good would he fuck me…?”

“What are you writing?”
My homie the college pitcher asked,
and i showed him the napkin,
and he loved it,
“You HAVE to put this on your site!
You know, i read your stuff every time you post a bulletin.”
“Really? Thats awesome, I appreciate that.” I said
And stuck the napkin in my pocket
to decipher later.

It started with trees
that melted into skies
of wind that cries
like Jimi Hendrix seeing
a country of hatred and lies
and war,
1960′s
reprise;
the soul trap symphony
for us damned
to repeat history.
THEY CAN’T CONTROL OUR SOULS
someone solved the mystery

cities of cultural zombies
perserving
perversed
freedom
manipulated
by corporations
destroying
original mind
filling it
with
corrupted desire
and of course
the lure
of choice
an illusion;
you have no choice
unless you
use your voice
or lose it

desire
met
by
product
development
meant
to
distract society
from true freedom
and pure pursuits of happiness

everybody
wants
everything
but
most
hardly
got
anything
and
everyone’s waiting
for the new
Christ
to come
and
take one for the team again
instead of saving themselves.

sorry,
aint gonna happen,
because
everytime a new Jesus shows up
you fucking kill him.

emotion
put
back
on
the
shelf
with
a
bookmark.

the
next
chapter
will
leave
you
to your
vices
and
devices.

while that happens
i’ll start
a secondary story line
on a hundred and eighty degree tangent
from what
your story
will tell,
my lonely journey
resisting being loved

my selfless life
become
completeley
introverted and selfish again

i long
silently
poetry
screaming
for you

but i don’t really exist
do i?

adrift…

alone,
heading home
following the star
north
towards
where
my
love
is
waiting
for me.

you do your thing
i’ll do my thing

and we sing:

fuck this love of mine
this
love
of
mine

this corrupted heart
of mine
i
want
to
tear
from my chest
and give
to you

fuck this love of mine
i want to give to you
oh fuck me

no…
keep it for me
and use it
to fuel
my ascension,
having started
with nothing
but my mind
body
and soul,
my heart is all i have

ever evolving
revolving around the sol

if you’d let me love you,
you’d want
no other
lover;
you’d search for me
in the next life,
so that
i could
continue
loving
you
forever.

I’ll leave you alone.
You know
i love you.

I don’t know
where i’ll be
i cant say
i wont
say
it again.

I’ve got a lot
to do
before i see you
i’ve got a lot
to say
that i can’t say to you

i’d rather not say anything
anymore
i’d rather let you have
what you want
and
just keep my mouth shut
and
keep my love for you
for me,
and let you love
everyone else
but me.