hmm...my as well go out with a bang....

(he sleeps on his problems hoping they fade away)

in my slumber imperfections transform into military
buddy system alliances
for self representation pep clubs as Jesus and Satan
play poker upon a global
'teeter totter' wagering my soul with clear sight of
the battlefield yet
my stairway to heaven brethern knew he would
win when it became
suitable to 'recieve the offer' saving myself from early
bird special permanent paralysis
reminiscent to a roomey vegetable four flats and
a sunken battleship
I..lone catalyst..friendly sun family moon timings
wonderful im here..
seven sins rotate like solar systems contents upon
my sphere while these
chemical elixers remain my personal scriptures sealed
from distribution freezing
frames since they just dont get the picture

~11~

once assumed falsified acts of divinity had me inflicting
pain to my extremities..
this heart still flows I hope the brain will go eventually
manifested pain from over centuries
Andre this is your soul and its an eskimo but just forget
that it maintains as a non entity
since drugs cant..money cant..women cant control
its only an illusion..
mass confusion for those thought pods like im
worthless with no purpose
besides converses with imaginary carnies portraying
the sad clown of the circus
until blissful ignorance is overlooked and every
nerve just gets deserted
breaking apart from me..partially..too close just made
it hard to breathe...
with new folks..naked skin..the devils within

~22~

(Satan & Jesus quarrel)

So lets be homeless work gutter magic and flood
the sidewalks?!
Hell no this individual displays ambition the final
decisions to side off!?*


~24~

A friendly sun...a family moon...the timings wonderful...im alive
(You can never have ownership to my body my spirit or my mind)

~25~

Blaze it Maven