I’m a bouncing ball rolling on this highway road to not be able to find you why I always come back to find you..no not disaster..no I don’t like it the same lame lucky shoes he pointed out again then and now again gone. Lord please let him know I am not keen on him no I don’t like you fellow you have killed my after life jive

Buddhist temple of God shrine shrink wrapped to carry easily accessible one might say. Shine on this road to the gospel of John and he shall hear your cry.. not the weeping kind — a sound of delight seeping into a bushel of apples crunch and bite killed my after life remember what is the time she asks huh how to make good use of non verbal contract one might say.

I am burdened with the design to hurt and reap by the ache inside of me see it’s a catch you 22 up the hill backwards down to a soft spot forward keep on the march or marche manifestation they say in France.

Oh brother be kind to my mistakes

Going forward now that I know bleach black and blue

Too much can kill you along with the slow burn of summer

Following red tips for the delay in race one triple crown deck winner ducks in shame

Mighty name of God shrine of May 24 my birthday no celebrating in our county please

Heat rash driving me down to the coast for your time and consideration why you should have any help makes me wonder how bratty you were whereas

I was a young woman with big breasts yes you look and laugh away from sight and so should you

Hell or high taking no action means to be nigh — close alright.. they’re gonna start a fight like a rolling stone..ah..sigh*

Blank faces staring into the void looking for a something to change life or mind: the planet revolving still comes and goes. Sun from Moon see Mars red star bright left of Pluto: bring the floor down watching a comet fly across the country heading to the plains of Texas: man oh man I wish I was someone else or maybe just a different species in a new level of existence- hurry up it’s nearly 12: ready to sing ‘Holy Shit' out loud to all who listens. Indeed it’s a new year. Well fuck me dead never built for this. No Happy Returns for moi. It’s good night only and only good for a second time/chance.Blank faces staring into the void looking for a something to change life or mind: the planet revolving still comes and goes. Sun from Moon see Mars red star bright left of Pluto: bring the floor down watching a comet fly across the country heading to the plains of Texas: man oh man I wish I was someone else or maybe just a different species in a new level of existence- hurry up it’s nearly 12: ready to sing ’Holy Shit' out loud to all who listens. Indeed it’s a new year. Well fuck me dead never built for this. No Happy Returns for moi. It’s good night only and only good for a second time/chance.Forgo your resuscitation whoops I meant resolutions though if you’re stuck under water without a snorkel then I do hope that you get some kind of life saving equipment before you drown. So here we are.

Demeanor Persona

I have no shadow only time thoughts like yours twice the ride. Let me take you to my house. It begins inside this cranial skull tossing wires drowning dopamine receptors meet the serotonin sisters neuro 1 and neuro 2 twigging it with an acrid stench upon waking another unholy nightmare again going to and from school up hills crawling through tiny holes this is what the Seroquel does to me.

Creating horrid images in the darkness of REM hell after wake up difficulty breathing and the smell rising up through the bed must be old cigarettes but an essential part of the dream of shit indeed pooh yes it is so gross it reminds me of my mother telling me of her constant nightmares one I particularly remember she’s in a toilet filled with faeces shit and the drainpipe swelling the sewers now of her early older age I’m becoming her in sleep quickly turn on the TV at 3.30am my regular time for waking better now in the dark light let me into your house please take me on!

Sometimes one has to fail: or live with a constant search for a something-someone-somewhere. Then fail. Or take more years dreaming of that old flame or the new hottie you espyed in the bookshop. Sometimes we get at least something before killing it in the sad eyes of your backladder. Or Blackadder. My snake coils through my belly hissing tongue to tail tumbling under my gutteral vertabrae.

The time is here. Of black-clad orphans singing into darkness moon shadow where I kiss the lips and mouth of love found; if not for good but for now. NightDark Witch-her title or the more casual Vampiress- Morgana. She/It meets most of my requirements minus a few unimportant items. Shattering glass with those poisonous green pupils she spooks me and I know it’s deliberate. Only having met her through the window her whispers caress my neck and I feel my throat being held. Really tightly. ‘Hail oh dear Lord you are doomed I will stalk you til your very heady death! Wait your time oh fearful yes fearful not fearless nobody’s friend!’

Chandeliers crash thrashing on to the floor boards opening her entrance the formidable one. We stalk stumbling through the grounds of the church blood red sunset stays and shadows with lights on my body. She’s a Goddess aswell. 

Coming for the circle of life and me. 

I’m tied up and stranded. Come hither my mistress! Holler into the night..as the light remains. Falling star landing in Texas. Missed us by a second. I rest my head on twigs bound like a sack. 

Waking up to her kiss and the first bird call who is received by a lover’s coo. A deer runs past the lake. It’s morning in underground hellfire. Hell here or be free over there! Quick make minds up two minutes before choking time. 

I shall never believe in one other’s charms. Go forth with your dogma. 

I fly out onto rooves swooping across grand hills tree-topped inner forestland I perch. Remains of the Day.