Veris-in-Lacrima

Lachrymal smiles and kisses on mute the vermin collapse at the sounds and screams of her papal relapse On the tongues of dead men the scab sings the story begins and the story ends, here All I have left is watching and waiting voyeur bargain price theres no doing left to do Erubus whispers open skulls asphixiated at our phone booths and bridge tolls saying the kiss was on mute saying our kiss is on mute Looking back at a fountain where the words pour forth inertiatic car sickness poetry by moonlight by Eros' side All I have left is watching and waiting voyeur bargain price Kiss on mute I will not take a side by Er

Can you speak those visual words by phone by your golden hair I fall This goal is fallow Icepacks for you all but my wounds, I wish, would never heal Will never heal The scent of your hair brushed by the air answering ink and pens it's the wind... Winds of a sirens song. This Bridge I'll cross to err and not repeat the XO's and HEARTS I won't forget but away with these back catalog mind images I collect Insular drum beats on PLAGUE skins again Angel This is where it both ends and begins The Scent of your hair brushed by the air answering ink and pens its the wind... Winds of a Sirens song mocking a Charlattane

This is just a limb don't worry This bloods the ocean don't worry or get scared Momus was never about care I'll drink to that I'll drink to that I'll drink to that smile on your face and that tear on your cheek Only one more week and I'll be gone is what they did say now, it's just four more days I'm innocent lack gratus If I could see more than memories I'd be satis-fied My rash actions and my unpredictable acting I'll pose and juxtapose my borish sense of pride They won't find me I won't hide or get scared Momus was never about-he never cared The slithering= the sirens sing and mock the words of those who do

Lachrymal veins and lachrymal highways Looking back is where I tear up and cry Two more days left and I'll die Two more days left and I'll be fine Erubus Kiss me whispering dream the week is at an end dreams whispering Shot to Apollo's hell and Back again (without moving an inch) Crackling intercom lines cover your open corkscrew lies Makeshift labs lacking a watchful eye Alchemy 3+3= 3+3= 3+3= stick it in lachrymal vein Are they here, Are they watchful again? Translated the message in the bottle drunk again, we hit the ground Erubus Kiss me Eyelids clicking The Week is at an end REM sleepless nights dreaming s

The Final Hour moist makeshift sentences from your lips and various phrases from hushed fingertips Secrets We're already there I just need to move from this hole in the floor of spaces between words to the door Period Introducing ears to footsteps minus the silence that breeds/breaks the constant PINPRICK of screamed violence -OFF YOUR KNEES- Secrets we're already there I just need to move from this hole in the floor of spaces between words to the door Exclamation POINTing fingers and blame spouted off milisecond breeds What we now call flowers were once called weeds   Off your knees   Strength in Tears -WE WE

Kiss the quiet darkness of good days Mouths move slow Chewing the set word-away I don't quite understand but I know it means goodbye When the clouds cry on the soil and gravestones die dust reformed YANTRA Mnemosyne has died and as have I, I too have passed away Goodbye to Aphrodites better and the rest, the others With Love, Just another Love Letter

Sitting on a Cold Stone beneath the Body Finding home through Butter Lamped Mystics Mythos-ectos bloodshot rituals Known as sitting on my ass through and through Watching the air, Burials at cheerful noon of an Eye and of a U (if the breath is lucky) Metaballet mind physics whisper, returns to an empty source again a source that doesn't begin and will never end The Amoeba and the cube begins... or should I say the circle? Dakini stench, Siddha Breath This ancient sect, teach the breath nothing, so I'll breathe in everything hyposorganic syllables chanted on peaks Pi=0.0 No joke... fixed a no soul leak

This is me. Take it or leave. Nothing Less and Nothing More. It's Time to knock down this door. Real life. No pride. Twelve times, it's passed me by. Keeping count on your indifference. Shallows the best way to describe you, and all the stupid things you put me through. Outsides not good enough and inside never mattered at all. If I take one step towards you, you can bet I'll fall. These dreams I've bled on beds unmade. I unfold at the sight of another torn dream, when will this price be paid? It's unfair. They say nothing is fair. Will I ever get my share. Whining in vain. Sad attempts to relieve the pain. Seeing you there by his si

Make your bed in temptation To get the blood pumping Through the wires flow sensation Thats start the nerves jumping (so you ask yourself) Who needs a brain when your skin is on fire? Decline to refine and grasp the divine Use this flesh to fill your cup Ensnare and prepare to stand and declare "Suck me down to blow me up" As hungry toys play with toys Bodies so plastic-clean It decieves as it destroys The mind behind the screen (so you ask yourself) Who needs a soul when your heart is a liar? Decline to refine and grasp the divine Use this flesh to fill your cup Ensnare and prepare to stand and declare "Suck me down to blo

God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice. "Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?" He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying. "But... why? You've got so much to live for..." God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you." He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building. *     *

      "Ok, so we're here, now what?"      "Just have to wait until they start speaking." Looking around, I could tell there was of little interest here. A table lavishly laid out with food of various sorts and chairs set up all about the room where people began sitting. One of which tried getting my attention numerous times, can't say I felt good about it but I ignored him most of the time. It was also out of good manners since I didn't want to disturb anyone talking.      As we all took our seats with a couple of minor dishes in hand, silence hushed the room as a World War II veteran, highly decorated in his uniform, took the floor to sp