Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Cotton Shot #6

Fiend,
this compulsion
borders on
disgusting
sobriety leads to
loss of identity
If I'm not categorized
by using
and losing that sense
of self is
par for my course
of course
inhaling, sniffling
Interjections
to the heart of the
matter, hypodermia
gravity is
my foremost Enemy
but the mirror man
is my opponent
self defeat,
thy name is mine
I own it
as it owns me


Genesee County

There's a place
I never wanted to be
that contains the
One who makes my
heart beat fast
she is the wish
I never knew I had
she is the desire
the crux of existing
for if not her,
why should I
care to carry on?
nothing makes me happy
yet she found a way
seemingly effortless
I feel I've been blind
searching so long
since our last life
together ended
we woke up in
this strange terrain
with an unquenchable ache
and a sense of longing
memories wiped away
but there were still
streaks and fingerprints
on the glass
traces and fragments
and I knew there was
something better,
something more
But it was only
in the depths of this
incredible low,
once I had given up
ready to give in
that she found me
pulling me from the plunge
I was about to take
it is her that showed me
wat I can't see alone
I cherish her sweet heart
she is the omega
she is the sun
that pokes thru storm clouds
the only bright I can see
it's not easy
it never will be
but anything worthwhile
is always a challenge
I will fight for my love
against myself and the world
til I can show that
I am worthy of her
she is my Galaxy
my Solar System
and every dimension therein
when this life is over
we begin anew
and I pray to find her
quicker next time
because I will never
stop looking
lay me down to sleep
I'm flying to the moon again
dreaming about Michigan
and the beauty it contains




Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Insom(a)niac

I made it thru
the Wilderness
only to find
harsher terrain
and more jungle
sometimes it makes me wonder
Teenage angst has grown old
sick of being this
eternal adolescent
searching for the party
lost in the cause
inefficient rebellion should've
died out by now
instead of jus floundering
Adult Situations-
I wanna grow up
but there's object in the path
I am blocking my way
clogging up the works
so to speak
guilt weighs a
metric ton
and I'm wondering if
I'm ever gunna be enough
more and more
I'm afraid for
the answer


Religious

Dark evil hate
continuously running
like a faucet,
drip and drop
Overflowing contempt
for this place
these people
all the world I see before me
causes this furnace
to burn so hot
I want to rain fire
blood rivers running
thru torn up streets
I want the touch
the taste
the feel of fear
smell it in the air
as the inferior ants
run scattered, scared
I am death
come to life
I could be a god
of the old fashion
punishment is
Perfection
kneel before me
you shall perish
fitingly
on your knees




Sunday, December 17, 2017

not all weapons are violent

Kindness is a killer
if you wield this
weapon properly
They say the best
revenge is living well
well I say living is
the best with revenge
experts agree it's a
dish best served cold
I prefer my
own receipe to be
given at room temperature
cold is good for
logic and review
hot is perfect
for retaliatory action
but room temp... that
makes for a taste
of slight simmering anger
that was well considered
In between passive
and aggressive
slow boiling shifting emotions
fill your wardrobe
pick out the one
tailored to your needs
put on the outfit
you wear on the inside
and grab your serving tray
Using all your up and downs
your hates, your loves
feed them the meal
you so kindly prepared
if not kill them,
make them stronger
show them how kind you can be
even if you're poisonous




Thursday, December 14, 2017

Sweet & Lowlife (sugarhighcrash)

You're the tooth rotter
saccharine dream girl
Don't wake me from
my well spun sugar coma
cotton candy thin lines
I cut on your picture
I can't stand myself
unless you show me how
you deserve better
than to try and fix
damages and scarring
slices from a past life
and I deserve to be
cast aside, forsaken
I am a ghost
you are the sun
I'd die 1000 new deaths
to walk a minute
in your light
feel your warmth
to be alive again
for a few fleeting moments
long enough to taste
your lollipop lips
blessing the shallow grave
this body I haunt
I only want to possess
a lil of your sweetness
make me a diabetic
and I'll make you infinite
or so I like to imagine
but in the end,
it's all for naught
despite candy crushes,
only death can love us



Saturday, December 2, 2017

thru the Golden

once upon a time
or maybe it was never
my mind is an
unreliable narrator
I can't always trust
there seems a space
some small schism
I need you to
shed some light
Was it all a dream or
do you recall a place
where our hearts pumped
the deepest red blood and
oxygen was intoxicating,
its purity almost palpable?
flavor reminiscent of a
sweetness that was once
the most desirable of sensations
one that faded taste buds almost,
but not quite, recognize
you can't remember the origin
you jus know it was
a moment of perfection
and you always will yearn
to feel it on your tongue again
tho it may be unhealthy
and definitely unwise,
something you know better
than to indulge in,
the craving remains
it is the taste of
burning wanton bliss,
unadulterated adoration
and once you've had
it, you'll always want
a second bite
my mouth may
have an insincere impression
filtered thru the Golden
and there was always
a tarnish on my palate
it's possible that I
want so much to believe
that I'm polishing blemishes
so I only see deluded shine
did I make it all up
in my head,
some pretty lie to fill the void?
could such a place have
ever existed, and if so
why would we ever leave?
would the sugariness
we savored still remain?
a rose by another name
I'm not sure I'll ever get
clarification
to these questions
it may not even be
possible to answer
and I don't know
if I really need one
perhaps it's better left
filtered thru the Golden