SICKSIX666

i get by with a little help from my friends and trust in the lust that the love from our LORD brings and he sings through me when in my mind i keep the thought of his word and the wisdom bestowed fine young cannibals know that we are all coughing in this trap we have been caught in non believers are the meat cleavers to our dream weavers neither you Lenore, i, or more store in these domes within domes within domes sneaking poems in dirty zones ET phone home so this blown cover up will get the fuck sucked up out of your place for us ominous God above for you there are not abilities bestowed to us to justly show you the love that rusts over mortality and this cruel reality the beast has raped this planet with its inhumane bestiality LET ME BE A LION TO THIS OZISH WORLD SO COWARDLY

cLOUDy

the extreme difficulty of our relationship has me balancing on a sword's blade
we bade and wait for the moments that used to come frequently and now are sparse
is this a farce? is this compulsion to continually dwell some five and a half feet under
worth the never come of our summer, this winter of discontentment has went with enough
cold hard times to last our natural lives. our love yes does strive and yes we be alive
why then are we so often helpless in the divide. wild ride. subside. arrive. im sick of this dive
while ive not really done much to deserve anything good i feel that my woes are more inconsistent
unless i list that which when i sit with brings a rift into my existence from whence it did manifest
festering and molestering my will is desperately wanting to separate it as it dents and dents.
to God up i do repent. this pent has no place in his house thats why we have no home and i am home alone no phone. i miss you. the myth's true... he'll skip you, trip you, slip you route remind rewind turn
about. face this we waste this misplaced. fits, fist lists. knitwits. misfits. bottomless pitness. Chris't missed...

deVOTION

i know that you have seen this all this before. my grace is stranded in your face in my memory. it is not your fault but mine that i have to right my rhymes. i really fuck it up sometimes. when will we reappear? can you hear me calling your name all the live long days my soul yearns for you even when i am with you and sometimes it seems you are not with me it hurts me so much it hurts me so much. have courage as the lions do and we are bound to God determined to come out of this with pride and a voice to roar at the excuses i cannot lose this

rOARing

i made it home ok. had one table and made $8! rollin in the dough fo sho. i hope you dont not love me cause i want so damn badly to be with you ever second and i hope you feel the same and i reckon you do cause thats what you say and i trust you no fuss accustomed to your crusting to my molten core to hold me here forever more, encased in your landscape so laced like a fine dress you are truly impressively impressed with the mold of a golden angelic lyre st rummer and i want so badly to keep pace as your drummer and this summer no bummers will stop this leon ard force because my heart is stronger than a hat tricking horse while my father's line is nobly Norse ive a paternal matriarchal blood running course and i think i have honed on our previous pasts and like then i know now that this love doth not pass for the fated twined ages again someway repeat us and God once again has not nor shall retreat us. Defeat is not in our vocabulary for you and I are old as metamorphic sedimentary

St. Valentined

Cupid made us
shuffled us together
on a never ending play
list the way
i ponder
it is
write
right on the left
of you
you will see
me
my little flower
Stephanie
Therese
Joniaux
the one
I tawlx
About
time aft er
time before
I was a wondering soul
waiting to explore
the world with someone
guess what?...It's you!
truest God's angel:
God I love you!

Hard too

Like a tooth brush let me reach you way back in the mouth of your soul.
Sigh...........Key
Hole through I peep your soul
and am speaking to it from the outside
cross legged in meditation
as close as it gets here I will sit
and learn
to control my fits
that blitz my reason.
It is treasonous to get so outside of who i am.
Someday
Soon
because of you
we wont have to pretend in our
mid
mental
minds that which we dream for
it will be the times
such as these that will allow future moments to become overwhelming
like multiple exponents
we proponents
have been shown it
it is us
we are it
all this is a skill set
zone
hone
met with defences and mutual counter-measures
whether we each will be stripped of these walls matters not to me for I'll sing
outside of your door
as long as right is three lefts
this craziness is self theft
no matter your orders i wont be dismissed
for my disorders
else slit my mortal wrists
so clenched fists pouring my life force around your closed portal
screaming till lungs fail and pale i will detail my immortal
emulation of elation
for you my gift
of God
's creation

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PrayzeAllYah'll

what if God was one of us???
how about all of us.
become alive
with
one
another
moonshines the light from the sun
let us too be moonlike
apollo mt. olympus hike
spike this volley
bawling
hear the calling?
it is in you
we are who we are
once together
now a part
of the big
play
of destinies
children
of GOD

fickle

acts like summer
walks like rain
reminds me that there is time to change
tell me, would you sail with me across the sun
where we could wait and anticipate
await
sol vacation
soul maturation
matrimonial
they shun
f what they be
talkin bout hun bun
im done done
we should be run run
inging singing bells ringing
ding ding ing