Saturday, August 17, 2013

Hey Jeff That seth sounds slurred

He heard herds of hers and hises,
 
Shirts of dumpy dirts

spreading hurts for squirts

All the writes wronging along

Biting tits for toothless kids

Just more reasons to entice lids
twixt
All them Mothers against mothering nothing

Shoulda been smothering another single mother

Grip the pillow like a cliff edge

AND LEAN IN ON IT

TILL THE RIOTS QWELL

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Bees Buzz and Babies Brawl

Annoying
just a lot of noise
I expect it from one of the boys toys
you inject it into me
it's one of your favorite droid toys
but we're not in Ireland all moist
Joyce isnt even a choice
we left on the coffee table
s*** knee deep like I'm living in a horse stable
Unstable unbelievable
often ends
with me off my meds
turning heads
at intersections
Spreading these infections
Slap me with linguistic corrections
don't tell me how to speak bitch
what I got the streets 4?
if it aint to learn how to twitch
between sentences
Ones pronounced by doing time
you said you wanted to assist me
wanted to help me out
I guess that's what you meant by  giving me head

And AIDS

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

guess against me

ione accusation under one
goddamned damd dog
  nur die tur von dieser hande
aufmachen offen hoffenlich
ich spare nicht unsere kopfvohnungen
aber korper tot gemacht hatte

i am the broken heart u had for breakfast
i am lost to time
tick tock we find blurry the hurry they why and the shit cackles back
i am the last thing on your checklist
cant make out why i cant make out with
l dentist's apprentice
me the dark part
sits alone in sharked parks
just enough to be sparked

"Don't call it a come back, I've been here for years!" -LL Cool J

Some may say that all there is to life is a persistent and unending flow of a otherwis random events as if in tune with a rhythm shared by all objects, subjects, and even the rejects; a parade of fools aluf in this orderly chaos. "Don't call it a come back, I've been here for years!" LL Cool J
Some may say that all there is to life is a persistent and unending flow of a otherwis random events as if in tune with a rhythm shared by all objects, subjects, and even the rejects; a parade of fools aluf in this orderly chaos.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

The twisted tree

Sometimes I'm more like my father
Than I'd ever wish to be
Slinger of Stone aged attitudes
Stuck nudging one another in the corridor

Drunk on a dozen dead languages
Its the Lounge singer in me
That gets me from this old A to Z
Keepin it real Coliqueal like hang wit cha

Lofted into knowing too much
Sick to my stump neck
From one too many Getting my oil checks
Sick like sucked up in such and such

Sum day
we gonna go away
And not come back another day
Just decay and escape from all that naked fear that has driven me thus far...

Is gone. Just forever.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Treeted Meat Beware

I ruptured crumbled TV you in bed chewing bitch little bits of my own teeth
It almost be comical crack a smile this shit is beyond belief

Out beyond the whole is the nation's hallucination I felt crazy just watching unfollow everyone else how many of my friends friends found a way to ride the fence I want to shout B ware

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Born Broke

And how this heart gallops
amidst a dark less night in this old heartless Park
hark the harold angels sing
From here to holy gates I find things

Burden the blistered shoulder of a cross builder
Eat the last handful of hope right where you killed her
But never wish to undo the deeds that lye done and over

Reach for nothing but your honor
And walk away a soldier

Friday, July 26, 2013

Hied and Sheek

I hate liars that lie about lying
I love little pieces , lil parts, delicious bits of every person,
I try to show compassion, wear it like the next hip fashion, passing on passions for headsbashed in, but they keep pushing past me, while it's my things they're stashin.
Some things are hard to let go just ask the klepto they will let you know what it means to break words like champagne glasses,
Sticky finger entitlements... I'm about sick and tired the upper class poor people, boils blood in my veins they don't even know how to stand in line & treat everyone humane
A team b team my team outgunned
Face and Hannibal muscle and cunning
Caught Ina a trap of terror like aircraft chomping into the skyline....
I have a garden. I am only here to tend to the tenderness...
Don't make me ugly again
I got just enough left in me to take us all to silence.
Still. Stall. Silent.