An Old Rhyme to pass the time.

Jan 30 2006 3:51 AM
> I think I'm gonna spew... >


Psychic eyes spottin a distant collision. Precision.

Yet I ignore all ties with my miss hit vision. A decision.

Zoom out.

Wine, beer, xxxx and xxxxxxx.

Thought I might stop but ill keep on poppin them.

Traded in lives , glass demons keep on droppin them.

There might be shards, but ill just sleep on top of them.

Slip, Crash.

a split savage twisted and torn in two.

A dagger screams pristine clean for my left hand to hold it true.

Turn the blade inward , commit a surgical seppuku..

Slice , Gone. And I'm Born anew.

AMEN!

Could this be the heavenly light where such gods flew?

an angels hum?

my soul shone right through?

Mohammad , Jesus and Buddha too???

Not unless my soul is hiding in that regurgitated neon stew,

cus then my soul is splattered round the porcelain bowl and all over my shoe!

That's not warmth, just more Irish rum still burnin inside.

and a fluourescent bathroom bulb left buzzin through the night.

Uh oh, time to pray again...

An Old Rhyme to pass the time.

May 11 2006, 3:04 AM
>Theres something on your jeans.>


We awake with satin wings

to fly among thorns dry cleaned,

by crashing chemical waves mixed with white sunlight.

But piercing rays can not claim

a history famed and deeply stained

by crooked country smiles and spilled burgundy wine.

An Old Rhyme to pass the time.

July 21, 2007 4:35 PM


She's latin cream,
smooth onto the scene,
struttin her stuff real slow,
long legs down to those black stilettos...
look at those curves a go go sliding lightly
beneath a white camisole, charming me
like a snake with such rhythmic
flow, so hypnotized,
mesmerized,
her eyes lead the show.
as she grins slightly,
while sippin lightly,
on her latte
amaretto.
then off she goes..

she dont know what shes doin.
oHHH yaaa , she knows.....