Wholehearted

s  h  a  t  t  e  r  e  d
p.r.o.m.i.s.e.s.
and
b  r  o  k  e  n
d.r.e.a.m.s.
lie
together
in a bed
uncertain
of tomorrow;

                                                                              a certain                                distance
                                                                              has drawn near,

as between them
has settled anxieties
from dishonesty &
a faithless devotion
to a former lifestyle
that has covered one
heart like a prophylactic,
leaving the other all but

                                                                          protected...

now exposed to spiritual dis-ease
(which is an infection from which
few souls are able to ever recover)
somehow SHE has grown resilient
to the inflicted pain &
the nights when tears fall like rain
HER bond has been loosed
because he has been so resistant to change &
the source of blame for their
slowly
        dying
               dream
                       of
                         eternal
                                   bliss
                                         which was to be derived from
                                         their wholehearted
                                    love
                    passionate
              hugs
          and
       the
delicate
kiss
of
matrimony
in the midst
of a swelling tide
of an adulterous generation.

little did he know
that SHE was sent to him
<from heaven>
as his salvation
from his own selfish ways &
grown prideful thoughts
which were to be
sacrificed on their alter
of love as a free will holocaust
in display of his offering
to their covenant.

but sometimes
everything doesn't end
happily ever after &
often our sorrows
teach us better
than does our laughter...

Only

 

I thirst for you

you who are more than life itself

clothed only in the beauty of mystery

lying naked only to those who you

allow to enter into your presence
 

yes i thirst for you &

every night i dream of how

only your essence can quench

this longing that i have to

travel beyond constellations

on sun rays that blaze horizons

so that this present darkness

can feel what light is really like

when it touches skin &

causes lotus petals to emerge

beneath the murky waters

that conceals its inner grandeur &

i thirst for you
 

like an infant does its mother's milk

after awakening from sleep

because I know that only you

can nourish me with your breath

that your breath into my consciousness

which inspires me to speak in ancient

native tongues that I have never before known

so that i can communicate with you &

listen to your voice in my ear &

hear the secrets of becoming one

with you so that i can empty

my entire being inside of you

until you completely fill me with your love &

this is why i thrist for you
 

like lions panting for the stream

after the hunt to appease its hunger &

lust to keep living &

not die so that the elements

can have its way with the flesh given

to experience the four seasons of time

which is but a wink in light of eternity

only found in you &

with you only i desire to spend

my afterlife so that nothing

will ever come between us again

like when i first left your side

only to later realize that my life

only makes sense when I'm with you &

you have satisfied me with only

what you are able to provide
 

for it is your waters

that I desire to quench my thrist

only...

 

Art of the State (30/30)

surreal landscapes are being painted on electric sky lines,

fallen angels occupy barren minds; third eyes blind

to weather patterns chem trailed as men send spells

through airwaves. fiat currency worship is the devil,

the lust of money keeps souls enslaved; mystery 

unraveled, buried in gravel like pharaoh bones

in ancient egypt (evil well spoken of, lack of love

increases tones of lawlessness but no one sees 

shit) free clits at the chapel taken by priests

who turn beast inside juvenile rectums; political 

corruption is rainbow covenants blending every

color of the spectrum into disorder: Hegelian

tactics are Ukrainian axis borders pushed 

over the cliff-Bob Marley spoke of Babylon 

System but the masses are clouded by the spliff 

lit-in a city mile high dwells devils who smile with pride

lurking deep beneath the surface, where murals 

hung in hangers reveal the shadow government's 

purpose (worthless as a cold furnace); its Nazi service 

men controlling circuits that spin the entire world 

in a wide web of transhumanism. its survival of the fittest, 

behold the ancient witness, few are about the business 

of heaven's kingdom; preoccupied with lies the serpent 

is disguised, but the eyes tell of the abyss from which 

it emerged. reserved for the lake of fire, actions demonstrate

believers have never heard of the Messiah, while 

liars, murderers and thieves are pleased with 

the darkness that fills the mindset of the earth.

there is a curse that spreads like Ebola virus &

inside the White House dwells the throne of the

dragon who will breath fire like an Ayatollah

tyrant flapping its wings to fan the flames; they've

banned the aims of righteousness from society, replaced

justice with ignorance and the Torah with impiety

(these are Apocalyptic scenes on silver screens

depicting dreams that were never meant to be

clean) all so the one eyed demon on the wall

can spread double speak that no rights is security,

so that pirates are free to take the booty and 

rape the state until hate falls fresh on grassy meadows

and the modified seeds transform this entire planet

into a giant ghetto controlled by the wicked Gapetto

who plays heavy metal on the strings of pharmaceutical

fiends. there are things that should not have been shown

to the clones who have grown to control the planet; regardless

of whether or not that were the first planted; damn it, they

have ruined the Garden of Eden by committing treason

to reason like the heathen demons that they are, laced

with the audacity to remove the stars from the sky

placed there to give light to the formless void that desires

for the wind to extend its blend of life to flesh; but now that

death has seized breath and left dry the spine, it is no wonder 

why the state takes liberty to trace surreal landscapes on 

electric sky lines.

Nobody Wants To Be A Martyr (14/30)

Enough of the talk of freedom &
Truth unless you are willing to
Have your life poured out into
The streets and your body beat
Into an unrecognizable pulp;
Enough of the pandering speech
About your beliefs and a better
World unless you are willing to be
Tortured or your body perforated
With the opposition of force to
Silence your voice and end your
Vision of securing a brighter
Tomorrow in the dark face of
Those who both fear and hate
The light; indeed it is true that
Few are they that have found
The will to reveal the reason
That they live life with zeal &
Even fewer are they who are
Willing to give their last breath
For something beyond the flesh
That can bring them to the very
Step of the prospect of death.

Trans-form (13/30)

It is impossible to contain ideas-
much less words
which attempt to convey
notions floating
in brain space-
nevertheless
in an effort to express
that which resonates within
the thought process,
a poet combines letters
to form speech patterns
that articulates the ineffable
impression etched in their soul
from some experience
or perception that stirs
them to the point of shedding
ink to stain white pages
with black and blue characters
which forms the outline
around a body that has
been worked into a position
that demonstrates how a serial
spiller of language strikes.
there are some who have strove
to standardize the craft, able
to calculate meter and rhyme
with lyrical math which elevates
the draft from rough to a form
cast in elements that surpass
ordinary levels of intelligence;
a feat that serves as a
testament to the eloquence
of one whose stance is
beyond the norm, as they
have found the mystery
of verbal alchemy which
has taught them how to
trans-form.

The Hidden Hand (12/30)

Secretly
They whisper
"Hail Hitler"
Until the world's filter
Is ready for their pope,
And now it's time to
Say good-bye to our
Disney like illusions
Of hope, because
They have again
Stormed the stage
With blitzkriegs
To shift the speed
Of the New World Order
Into overdrive. FBI
files now reveal that
Adolf never committed suicide
In his bunker, but in
The Andes mountains
He was taken to
Keep the final solution
Alive. And it should be
No small wonder why more
Chaos thrives in this
Hour, for what better time
To reveal the hidden hand,
Beware the rise of Nazi
Power, the new Babel Tower,
Is on the horizon & to some
It will be surprising that
Jorge Bergoglio is indeed
Part of the missing plan
To usher in the age of Lucifer
To this fallen race of man.

Cosmic Consciousness (11/30)

7 chakras
circulating like
helicopters in
clockwise motion
chi flowing like
the ocean with
an aura glowing
after fervent
meditation that
keeps the
conscious open
floating on currents
levitating above
the mundane
centered in
transcendence
to overcome
the profane
soul on fire
as if ignited
by propane
projecting energy
into the cosmos
when traveling
on the astral plane.