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In Life


we are

an image

 of our creator


 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age


has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty


 some sort of filler…


are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…


are “blessed” with both

at the same time


the destination

of the



 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

A stroll with the one that you love

You end up with

what you put up with,

why wouldn’t you be happy

if your other fits like a mitt,

probably even more so

if they’re small enough to fit inside of your pocket?

what we enjoy and embrace

should never be scary to admit,

we should show them off like the sun

and not try to conceal it like a zit,

out loud and proud


I think I’m the good guy

looking for the culprit,

or I can be the bad guy

with a niche looking to knit,

all preconceived notions

that I keep deep inside chambers that remain unlit,

I want to say so much

but my half-wit mind wont permit my lips,

I look at the image above

and just think are these just Classic Misfits?

or with all the recent cannibalism

finally hitting the zombie apocalypse,

either way its crazy

and I don’t think its a skit…

Excuse Me, Pardon Me

I must admit


has never been

my strongest suite,

and because of that

ill never quit

what drives me is

the hot pursuit,

of something that

is in my way

I could give less than two squirts of a shhh

If I want then I’ll want and then I’ll show and I’ll prove,

to be the victor

seeing the bigger picture

a friend I am not

of any obstacle,

maybe going

a little bit beyond

what was necessary

but I can’t help it im either nothing or extraordinary

when I’m next to the impossible,

…(split second pause for breathe)…


at full charge

can I get an Amen

or at least a #Woo

The Know knot

You know not my power
You know not my strength,
I hate the running
But I love the chase,
Is the sweetest taste,
The look on the face,
Of the witness
Of my prey,
It’s alright
It’s okay,
You figured me for stupid
But in theatre I brake a leg,
You can
Call IT luck
but i
Call IT grace,
The know not
Knew a knot
But couldn’t untie
The simple lace.

this girl at a party

she had me at hello

but she didn’t stop there

answering all my questions as soon as

they were received totally unaware

that subconsciously

we’re both playing a game of truth or double dare

our connection engulfing our attention

never letting go of the stare

that we kept entranced in

even when others tried to make the bottle spin

tossing in their lies

with some fuck ups I later on went on to admit

which added more fuel to the fire

that I was talking my self in

to but it ultimately show cased my honesty by the fin

which to her safely assured most of her doubts and was to her the best quality amongst men

to warriors with fresh cuts and battle wounds

the simplest of band-aids are the greatest commodity or at least in the top ten

once the rumors settled like the dust off the sandals

of raging wild Neanderthal men

in the fields of open pastures of soulless blood hounds hell-bent

on destroying what still has life

since for them it’s too late to repent

she still found her way safely into my arms

with not one  scuff or smudge on her pretty, little, black dress

sometimes i feel like… somebodys watching me…

On the run

from a love

who just

didn’t love enough,

held against

a sliding scale

with competition

that just doesn’t add or equal up,

yet somehow

still not the winner

am I too late

or is this some sort of cover up,

can obsession

be enough

to outweigh

whats for certain to double up?

I’d hate

to sound bitter


but what the fuck?

did the mystery

reveal too much

that you’d

rather not even touch,

don’t let

the reputation

ruin what you’ve perceived

because that in it self is very tough,

not many

can partially understand

let alone

even keep up,

others from the past

didn’t/don’t have a spec of your spunk


didn’t make the cut,

you flatter me

way beyond end

so im sure that couldn’t be why

yet still, I’m very stuck,

did the bitches

of girlfriends past

figure out

what I thought I subtlety snuck,

out by whispering

sweet nothings

 in the open

social network hoes aren’t as dumb as I thunk,

all that I do

is a foot print

and I do want you

to gather them clues and add ’em up,

I can be making

references to all

or I can be

pointing to only one…

Here’s looking at you kid