origindays spent in painfor propagationi am womanblood is my nationand you, boy,are my creation.incubating devils and saintsdelivering with a screamwho could possibly imagine this holeis the origin of so many dreams?
backstreets and bunkersnothing's flowing. not a word froma heart. lying bleeding pulled apart.the repairman called. said you'reover the charge. how are you goingto be paying? cash or credit or bitsof hope. we take it all until it's gone.when the mule is empty you will befree. do not carry what is not yours. there's a lineup outside. wrongname and address on the sign. butthey are knocking and screaming. so what do you say? delivery delayed.come back some other time.there are shadows in men invisible. fueling deeds in backstreets andbunkers. the shaping of hellscontinue. it cannot possibly beavoided. so choose your directionwell. the sinner is the saint that fell.
vaultdrill deep, my cruel sadistif you know where to gobegin the whole of my devastationthe garden is gated50 feet highand the mums keep the rabbits awaythere is hemlock to be eatensinging the weak to sleepanimals are so easy to keep feedingbig promises, sweeter vowsa tear on rosy cheeksdo you wonder whythe clown isn't laughing?no man wants to wield the machetethe daisy is far too pretty for choppingcleave, if you dare,but remain awareof the vault you open for lifebehind thick steel is a boxsmaller than your thumbher secret is burning insidefor you to seefor you to find.
crystalline hymnshold the shattered cup andmake her singcrystalline hymnsif she cutsyour fingerknow it was noton purposefor once,she could hold water.
far pastfar past where youthink you can gothat's where you'llmeet yourself -on a streetyou would have never walkedin a loveyou would never choosein a spaceyou could never imagineit will push you pasttoo far, too farit will show you the edgeand push you morewhatever you do,don't arguefor what you cannot do.an emotionyou could never takea principleyou would never breaka lifeyou did not make.
Silver HandIt was not long ago, perhaps 5 minutes ago, when the silver of his right hand reflected in the sun, shine-burning the weak emeralds that are my eyes, and changing my world forever. I squeezed them tightly shut, trying to avoid this glaring intrusion, how dare! The heat of his light moved away, and I knew it was relatively safe to open up again. Relatively...relative... Everything bright of the rainbow was dark grey. I could see outlines, but no filler. Erotic music, music of sand dunes and silk fabric began to play in my mind, as it does when I am aroused. I was so very eager to see what it was that had momentarily blinded me. Such an intense moment, and my being was drawn to the source. Where was he? I could feel his energy but my sight was still recovering. The music grew louder with my anticipation, and soon color began to appear inside the lines. The smell of deodorant, man's sweat and cinnamon mixed sweetly in the air. The music! So dominant, but not o