staring into space
the world seems very distant
but it's right here now

She won't do me good
She is way the hell away
An eight minute drive.

When I'm insecure,
I tend to get paranoid
with self-focused fear.

Who is multi-faced?
Surely you must understand
why I went nameless.

Will I leave my room
to enjoy the sunshine, or
will I hide some more?

No one's trapping me,
yet I stay here, still acting
as though I'm confined.

sometimes I just think
if its over the rainbow
why would I want to

you wont reveal it
what it.but your enigma
of many faces

things have come to change
he is getting fatter but
I'm in love again..xoxo

don't you mean james frey?
either way you have awful
literary taste

I know stephen frey
was in a million pieces
but a damn good read...

my apologies
i go a bit too far some times
when i'm off my meds

Poems about rape
bring back bad memories, so
please be sensitive.

mother holds my hand
i think the sharks might eat me
then i wet myself

floating on pleasure
melting in the afterglow
of new found friendship

no, you may not leave
there are only two choices
the dick or the knife

The moon faintly shines
before the sun has hidden
beneath the water.

I am struck by the
beauty of light glowing through
yellow-orange leaves.

Pigs for Ramadan
Porcine ballistic Mecca
Sea of swine altar

Zorcob the Pig-man
Carnal crematoria
Papal dioxin

Conservative crunch
Infinite ganja groupies
Sacred laxative

i have ravaged you
your insides--a bloody mess
yes, cry, cry some more

the useless burden
of carrying another
cross, our own to bear

we ask for a way
out and the doors all shut one
by one by one, slam

words words words, spiral
in context and out of it
reflecting real time

Jesus rode to town
on an ass, exulted then
driving, forget it.

oh, i wish i were
a john mayer assassin
his silence, my dream

inebriated
at a loss for words for once
oh go fuck a couch

onset of winter
I am drained and want to sleep
help I can't get up

a big pile of shit
everything we do is waste
just be happy 'k

Do you feel like you
are wasting your life online
instead of living?

The idealist is
inevitably crushed by
harsh reality.

The day passes on
he hopes only to see one
far off from here, now.

Held intact by my
denial, the blindfold ties
fragments together.

My music seeps out
from a hole that never heals,
bleeding how this feels.

more honestly though
apparant control issues
wouls SO be why not!!

opinion and live
openly believe and think
with others in mind

if you don't have one
it is only because..i'm sure
you are hiding it

I know it's not time....
but.. 5 out of 7 do it
like it's a secret

oh well it is though..
a secret from the prudies
all two of them..left

thus yet we do prove
it is stll fun to hide things
from others /parents (??)

sweet venice nightlife
players on a booze soaked stage
total badasses

i agree with you
ganja is good for the soul
i wish i had one

we can create jobs
stimulate economy
and make people laugh

she gives in withdrawn
from distance set by fabrics
from her skin to his

do not torture me
he is not good enough for you
my offer still stands

My hands want to move
along his back when we hug,
gathering him in.

Restraint is keeping
honesty in bondage while
trying not to feel.

a joke resplendant
tongue betwixt the balanced spheroids.
reserve most aghast

imagine solace
sanctuary from horrors
hand beneath scrotum

well we do sometimes
take each other to task here
but thems the dry bones

laughs

kind nature my ass
from the gutter we shall rise
but not very far

metal is a funny
genre, so much anger released
and they say things...

that many avoid
in these so called dark tunnels
inside the deep mind