Destiny

is inevitable
but also,
escapable.

but all
the old men
and the old women
who slipped away
from
their truth,
die.

 
Fate is immortal
and,
my sweet and dirty little beast,
so
are
you.

fuck the world
and make yourself happy.
let it burn
with
YOUR
flame.

Torch

                                 Dancing                                                                   

                                            with        

                     suns    burns

                                          old souls.

                     Dance with me babe,

                                         

                             just dance.

the ugly hotness

tears and smoke.
lost souls flying,
one way.

the (second)
worst thing ever.

how,
when,
will it ever be ok
again?

lost generation:
fear mongering
and
baptized
in hate,
and
ghosts.

Now,
a Light,
reeking of arrogant bomb-
ast,
rises
gently,
proudly,
TRIUMPHANTLY,
to heaven.

Dare
to
Dare,
don’t look back,
and do it again.

 

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lost world

orphans of a God misplaced,
wailing hungrily.

simply yearning
for
but a touch
of love
unfulfilled.

hardened eyes
spew
vile vitriol

honest hearts
vomit rotten truths
unto brothers
and sisters all.

blinded,
seething
fearful and small,
remaining generous
in the pain they share.

 

momma come home
we don’t
any more.

 

sometimes Fate has butterfingers (an excercise in anticipatory preemptive post-opportunity  seduction)

I met

Beauty

personified,

and

She let me in,

close.

so close.

and then,

she was gone.

gone.

She saw

in me

something other

of the Divine.

Yeah… can you believe that shit?

in me.

We touched 

minds,

and poured souls,

but i wanted more.

i wanted a taste

of what i could not have,

of what

i may never

know.

But,

I met Beauty.

and i know

i am.

Yeah!

Am.
and She,
is

Glorious.

Jagger

In the
hollows
expect nothing.

U
can’t get.

Hope
hops
hilariously.
hysterically.

first time
is
at
last
time to fall.
again.

Fate,
twisted bitch of a lover,
remind me
no more.

What was
What ain’t.
What can be.

truth
masquerading
in red.

God’s fire.

angel
of
mine desire.

I quit u.

man in the mirror

take a look into your eyes-
your own eyes.
(mine own eyes)
and tell me,
who do you see?
(me)

 

do you want to
look away
in shame?

please don’t.

 
I still love you.

 
you left me in wilderness.
so long
ago.

but I see now,
that you left
yourself alone.
you were so alone.

so stay and gaze a while
and let me join you.

we’re in this together,
me & me,
together again.

come back
to the wilderness
and let us play
as one.