25

years in the making

beneath your deep blue eyes

lies a civilization

driven by its own god

the masses aquatic and dreams

of mountains from erosion

in the past craters grew

from glaciers

and hatred spawned from love

sex demolished hatred and created.

a new

but you and I..

we are wasting away

24

you're sinking in your own skin
and I've taken root here
along your side,
so i can watch decay
in time lapse
my own therapy
precautions to never follow your path
King of the forest i'll become
and hours turn to ours
as we own each and every second
that passes under the blood red sun
possession of an hourglass
and mallet in hand
to smash every grain of sand bringing us close to death
neutrality
and bulimia
keep your body
to frail to sink any deeper
and with time on our side
you'll survive in suffering
and i'll crush my own hopes and dreams
to remain here
with you

23

Sunstorms and sandblasts
Sunstorms and sandblasts
get ready to be strapped to the earth
because I've got chains of Eden
which I'm prepared to share with you.
These will keep you amongst the sandstorm
burn the skin on your back
you'll be fucking naked from thus far
on your knee's begging your savior for salvation
with seed.

To the beat of Heavens drum
Babylon calls will immerse you amongst ivy
behind every door you open, you find riches
and I follow behind
to meet the traps you've laid
that irrefutable stench
I find it intoxicating
engulfing like the seven sea's
these past few years
all add to fucking nothing
you've learned nothing
and I've learned to much to recount
too much to reform into sentences
without a second glance at the books i've read
I can hardly tell your still among our race
with all the lie's youve spit

22

Permanence becomes a posture
we all hold our knives to
like throats of lambs and babys born
on the cusp
without decision
am I this or that
am I this or that
fuck what you read in history books
because nothing you know
is permanent.

Procedure becomes a chore
blindfolded and given our last rights
along this country highway
all waiting for the damnation to take
our hands
and shove our mouths over
grenades become the dental dam
keeping Novocaine in your blood stream
so when we cut
we bleed
chemicals
I just wish this heat was off my back
and choking the life out of you instead.

21

within this micro brew

we call sanity

I can feel a swelling

deep within your pores as you

leave my bed colder than

that ice box between your fucking thighs

wrap yourself up for the winter slut

cover up with your pity

and stand knee deep in lack of conviction

I've hidden the key to your dreams

inside my nightmares

deep within the culling in my throat

purr you piece of trash

because i'm no longer feeding you blood

and when you can't pick your fucking feet up

from the mud you've been sinking in for years

i'll finally feel redemption

not in the form of a song or dance

but in bitter revenge

as I watch 

these rapids shred skin from your bone

exposing muscle

which becomes a meal

for the sand bag you call a friendship