You know, I've doodled your face one thousand times.
EXACTLY ONE THOUSAND TIMES.
Your skinny arms, skinny jeans, and antlers.
And I still have no name for you.


What the shit is with that?

The Stairwell

My o' my, what big walls you have old house. What great halls you have, and what mighty marble floors. I could wander the labyrinth of your insides for one hundred years and still not touch every corridor.

One day, as I was taking my usual trip through the south hall, I came upon a door. The great glass door stood in the center of a great oak hallway, and yet I had never noticed it. Ceiling high it stood, reaching up to the angel's archway. All of the windows around it seemed to be smugged and smattered with the dust of centuries, but it's four panes lay pristine among a forest frame. It was an oddity of the house's grandeur. Beyond the door was a staircase.

I pondered for a moment, pandered to the handle, and pushed the mighty crystal open. The hinges permitted the door to only open inch by inch, ans if magnetized. It reminded me of the stories my brother would tell me when my parents fell asleep. They always started with a gray old lady, and ended with my tears.

Anyway, when I stepped inside the great spiral, I saw another world. The staircase was a dark blue, with tile on the floor. Bloody squares were cut between dirty yellow diamonds. The electrical ran up the wall in disconnected cords, and lit up the room as an old movie projector lit up the screen. Above me was no ceiling, only more stair. My curiosity persuaded me to place my foot upon the first step and look up. All I could see was light, and all I could hear was the swaying of the mighty wind. Below me was the discords of the organist, missing yet another leading tone. I climbed further up the mighty beast, and kicked up the salt of footprints past.

Step. Echo. Step. Roar. Step. Power. Step. Thunder.

About every five meters there was another window. I could see my body rising progressively higher. The clouds now seemed at eye level. The blue paint was now chipping, right in line with where I was running my hand, as if someone had been there before. I breathed in the pieces and coughed.

By now, I was nearing my ever present light which had become my only friend on the journey behind me. The last three steps led me to a round landing where all of the paint had been chipped away, and left the smooth lines of sharp concrete. The salt I had set afloat had gathered around the two foot bulb that lit the tower.

Darkly towering, a dragonesque door was in behind of me. Unlike the previous organism, this was less like a door and more like a gateway, pressing into the oblivion that only the eagles knew. It rose short and wooden, but had a rounded head like it's brother. Rusted was it's knob, and it would not turn. I ran against it trying to splinter the majestic lumber.

Defeated, I carved a name into the wall, so that if she rise to the same hallowing challenge, that when she faced defeat, it might welcome her.

Plasty

I'll sit here another day

and try to take your breath away

but i'll make nooo promises.

For before the apple from the tree,

can melt in time to heartbeats,
will have to pass the 7 minds of mine.

I'm sure the apple is fine though.

Daimion

I'm confused as hell
though satan just got organized.

Gotsa new PDA
blackberry
file cabinets.
Just cleared off his desk.
Found his wife's lovely note.
"Have a nice damnation."
He loved her too.
Burned his tongue on the coffee,
which made him giggle.
Not so much giggle
as chortle.


Chortle is a very ugly word.

What a beautiful Dame

Oh my dear,
I would say I'm sorry that I hit you
but why would I lie to you?

Oh my dear,
I would trade the blood with my tears
but why would I turn back time?

Because you deserved what you got
and enough was enough.
This just had to stop.

So I ended it.
And you along with it.

Shoplifting Hoes

Abhor bohemiths

Cram Damed

Elevate Freakish Goy

Hike Iguanas

Jingle Killing Lepers

Mommy Nicks Open Peckers

Queer Rascals Stop

Tumble Ulva

Vasectomy

Watermelony Xenon
You Zygote

Fillial being

And you're so strong, you'd never fall into my arms
Never need a tissue
Never have an issue

And at times I'd melt just like a sundae
When you wear a red shirt
When you go out and flirt

And lately it just seems to me that you're gone
I can't tame you
I will not name you

And Man 'oh Man your hair is like a balloon
Just wanna' lye in it
Just wanna' die in it

And thats just great, you made me look like a fool
Thats what you wanted
That why I'm haunted

Images.
of you.
Crowding
round .
my.
doorstep.
Taking.
the.
time to.
get to.
know.
me.

I no longer write letters

A time of told

so long ago

No more too cold

in this row

The heart is aches

the mind is weak

Until it breaks

it makes you bleak

So cut the cord

to my control

I am so bored

and on a roll

Writing stops

it makes me sick

Never tops

the pen it clicks

Baise chaude douce

An endless web of strings.

An endless web of strings,

Makes the soul sing

With delight.

An endless web of strings

Make the soul sing,

And the Moon cries louder than before.

But when I'm with you, the strings,

They stop their playing.

And the world stands still with the quiet

And my heart just skips a beat.

It starts a new one.

Perfectly in time with yours.

The two of us are crying,

But not just tears of sadness.

They're screams of desperation

Because the moment that we live in

Won't be here the next.

So I will try to take a picture.

Smiling and crying.

Smiling and crying.

Even though you're looking away.

At him.

He just cannot love you.

I know he cannot love you.

For there is no one who loves you

Like I do.

Fully and completely.

All of my being belongs to you.

You wouldn't care to listen.

Now you can't hear through his forearms,

Those hairy sons of bitches

Muffle the sound.

So while you are there sleeping,

In a tomb of isolation

I'll whisper to you...

I LOVE YOU!

At the top of my lungs.

But I'm pretty sure you won't hear.
Since I've been whispering for some time.

Intonation

Gloria! Gloria!
Sing the sweet low.
A moist effervescence
On the rows of halo.

Trumpet! Trumpet!
Ring out the morn.
The high celebration
Needs the joy of your horn.

Oboe! Oboe!
Weave your sad web.
The sound of your music
Will make heaven's flow ebb.

Piano! Piano!
Play melody.
The hammers crash the strings
Like the rocks of the sea.

Cymbal! Cymbal!
Make lightning flash.
The heat of your temper
Forms the coal of the ash.

Viola! Viola!
Pluck all your hairs.
A soft flowing rhythm
On the steps of the stairs.

Chorus! Chorus!
Voices sing loud.
Vibrations and tremors
Never cease to make proud.