Besides  You’ll make me lose that other line Like manipulations, those slithering  Veins.  Pick at them now Like flies on walls Who go on what they know  A room they need to get The Forces of pain.  Who loves who Who knows what Where do we begin  Again go slow To entertain them  As they…

Starting to turn Into a friend. The spells Until they’re crossed.   That was too short That’s all I remember   Devil in an armchair Jesus only standing there Angels in a coffin Politicians walking Around somewhere   Takers talking With the wind in their hair. Talkers taking The wind somewhere. Cross-eyed puzzles Sensual despair.…

Let’s see Something I’m worried about… Truth or Dare! Or Boredom Roulette! Heavens, no! Someone out there Has met their extraterrestrial And I’m at home With the phone. Textual Healing!? Now, that’s rich……

When you are offended by the Truth, and you want to use the Catholic Faith to defend yourself, That is Heresy. They deserved to be Humbled,  not to profess to me to have Mercy on them for the truth that exists because they are uncomfortable. That is Oppression. Catholic priests are still uncomfortable with what…

To not have been in love your whole life, you will feel very bad when you leave the earth. I don’t think I love that many people anymore after working with this country’s government population. The amass of corruption is astounding. I’ve probably tried to ignore it by living a common life trying to help…

The target they would miss will only beget the truth about themselves.  After the burden of your mistakes, do not offer the burden of yourself.  And then, as if to say you did not recognize you were becoming a horrible person after so long, you would think that the other person has the issues.  Why…

One year and a half No apology  Eating sleeping  Provides A living situation.  Criminals wants to stay alive And rest While they are in bring trouble. 

To My Dearly Disturbed, Make them make no demands And be they not In plentiful supply.

Unstructured time is better with iron The rattlesnake of time The assumed line  Keep it raw You’ll see  The sand is quick in the hand. 

  To you, I bestow my endless sympathy. I’m not searching for it from you. I find it.   Rudely in My Focus   I cannot seem to stick anywhere, no matter what I say. Passively motioning for reprieve only for one day. Ignoring ease, exploring survival’s raw ecstatic triumph That only the inner life…