Jung el Book

instead of angst im filled with thanks
to the tao of the all ways
surrounding Espirito Santo
if only we were all bears
no bad news
winning the world
pooh or hoop jumping
woozles and lumps-heffa
im back on words
up on surds
Lady of Lourdes
no i aint
a yet made saint
no Bernadette Soubirous
burnin in debt
sober us
all steps
covered with snakes
Cobra-ous
earthly matters
matter not
hard to teach
witnessed not taught
they paved Paradise
put up or
shut up
parking lot
SUV's
cover up
garden?
fleur de lis

Sensory Museum

the smell of damp leaves and of fires warming homes brings me backwards
to the memories of moments just like these
they come around and surprise me
like a snapshot of my youth i recall those same captured times
when i rewind to them in my mind it allows me perspective
they show me where i was and where i am
no doubt this will happen again
it motivates me to overcome that which holds me back
from becoming the best version of myself
so that on some distant afternoon
not unlike this one
i can again reflect into the pool of my existence
and bask in the journey
from the now to the then
and back forward again
amen

Tails for Heads

whats the worst is not knowing. like playing a game of poker and the tells are not showing

i wanna

i gotta

i want

in vain

i shall not

want to

want to 

so much

the flow is a go upon

like gay apparel 

to be donned

up on

we now

and how

now now

brown

cows jumping

over moons

cats 

cradles

silver spoons

laugh little dog

thats a good sport

the roof is on fire

get that fiddler 

a glass of water

Step up

cool
safe
one world
under One
big on the ups
down to the lows
sickness
witt un less
global collective
balls wreckage
bashing through walls
via ear drumbs
sound the air raid
sirens calling
damn this techno
so much
funn
y
and
how
it makes one real
eyes in the backs
beyond heads
sayin now
heard
simon
says

X-PLODEY

 i miss you oodles like u be the sauce and im noodles. in mine mind you like mines i walk on it you are; rather run you circles in and around it and pictures like doodles explode as if they grenade eating poodles....

Kof Holy See

Brothers brothers at arms
at length we stand
together
attention
pay head to word
writ
in
stone
guarding the kings castle
he is not home
saints and sinners
it will end as it was
begin
faith
sweat not when come
fire spat from ice cold
tongues
lungs that breath
and thank for air
heirs
guard
thrones
angelic
messianic crypt raiders
defend from enemies
return
send
sent on missions
to missions
far away
secrets remain
secrets the same
never fortunes
never fame
selfless service
one body
truth told
days of new
knights of old

Sir Narp

dash it all
dash it all
my hopes
my dreams
dash it all
im so appalled
im so appalled
St Thomas
more and more and more i called
teach me wisdom
teach me words
teach me logic
teach me control
i know now not whats what
im ignorant
im a fuck
a fuck
a fucking fuck up
bury me in it
ill take satin in my coffin
in hopes that some day
when the Judge returns
i will somehow surprisingly have earned
admit me
admit me
or end it now
i feel like im doomed
im afraid im flooded
ruined
disaster ed
damaged
ungoods
whoops
so human
so made this way
it makes one mad
all night
all day
im anger
im hate
im lust
im want
heartless
part with this
this earthly
this birth
me

Mr. E

i welcome the zombies to eat my brains. i like the pain. or at least thats what i want you to believe. the fact of the matter is that im sadder now that a pitter without a patter than the latter is. you can only imagine the reasons for my woe for torture me and still i will cling to that which is unspeakable know that i am weak. you know. pricks and pins and nights lost in time you cant make me spill it. medically speaking im insane. what i hear are the voices of reason and it was time for the seasons to change and here i am picking up the pieces as i have done so many other times. dash it all. dance on the ashes and see if they will spark interest in the after and the here. this is a bunch of lines and these are my bleeding call outs for open im casting my cares aside and i hope i drowned in the sea of emptiness as i so deserve to do. does this make any cents to you? im not in it for the money honey but if i dont make any they will look at me funny. this sick strange darkness comes on so haunting all the time and i find i can forget it if i just make up some rhymes i dont want to be found outside in the cold i would rather be frozen and die here alone with a rosary in my hand pleading please forgive me than to have to face the world and my self induced anarchy...

fuck you all

where do those sweet moments go? at what point did they all go away from me? i remember when i used to be able to feel. I used to be able to escape from the real and traverse into the not yet and be happy with what was meeting me there. no more. i cannot seem to have any hope. there is no unwritten. it is all a fucking pile of shit. i used to think that the best was yet to come now i think that i wasted that already. there is no such thing as happy in the future. hardship a plenty. whats a man to do with that knowledge. if i wasn't afraid of going to hell i would just hang myself for everyone to see. i would do it when everyone was sleeping so when they woke up their day would be just as ruined as my lifetime seems to be. fuck this world. fuck you all. i hate you. don't bother me. forget me. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you all. get the fuck away from me. leave me the fuck alone. i fucking hate you all. seriously. you ruined me.