Freedom From Choice

Words in my head rattle around mostly with frowns
Hurt fades when they disappear but pain finds a way to reappear
So many thoughts, so little time, they strike like darts
Black liquid gold with a dab of cream, spiked with rum in caffeine
The heart rate climbs, it speeds, the need for weed
Blood flows red, feel the surge, snakes to the head
Herb inhaled, mingles sweet with a beat that treats
Explosive are the thoughts, the haves and have nots
Whomever your love let the love come back
If God is God found everywhere, doesn’t that make Him the devil as well
Fear from below as much from above
Heaven and Hell, controls the middle
Left and Right bitch, between two of the same Shit!
Which one are you?

Truth is
Whichever you choose
Your soul belongs to
Freedom comes from choice
And with compassion, perhaps rejoice


Ax

Scarlet Devil

The tale of a hooded young lass

Parading through a wooded forest

Woodsman, work a days toils

The air breathes a stench that boils

Careful, stepping over fallen branches

Eyes peering through they attach like leeches

Scurry in a hurry to a lonely cabin

Where once a grandma inhabited

Red visited for stories, cupcake and tea

Now, she only visits on a full moons plea

You see, when the wolf scared grandma away

He played this little girl astray

Closer, closer, his senses calling

His words, fill her head wanting

She recites the phrases that made her famous

Pointing out “oh dear” how big and colossus

She spies the rise of a lupine’s eyes

Dark and round, they make her sigh

She whispers, he hears

Yes, with his raised ears

Fangs gleam like polished Ivory

Closer, closer, to eternal ecstasy

~

Sheets slide along muscled thighs

Exposing his hard cock in rise

Down she goes

There she blows

A lick and flick

A bob and a dab

Stroke that honey

Spit on it shiny

Deep down the throat

Suck and pop like a cork

Ga, gag, gagging, makes her horny

Turns like a screw, sixty-nine, baby!

Going to town, her moan echoes

The woodsman in, follows

Enters with caution

Stares, watchin

Room for a third?

Little Miss Red heard

What took you so long, jack!

Drop the hatchet and bring me that ax

Ax

High As A Kite


I once flew a kite that was gifted to me
The first of nothing else, ever did I see
I know not how it came to be that he gave me
A fathers gift or a barters deal, I do see
Not for reason, that it may be, that means nothing to me
I set that kite myself alone, step by step I tried to see
The image, that my gift would fly, high as a kite, in me
I watched that kite dip and dive, I yelled, dad look and see
As if wings sprouted from my back, carrying me
I floated high to the sky, surely he must see
A child wanting for nothing, but does he love me?

Ax

This Is Truth…


Words in my head, they rattle around, mostly with frowns
They come and go, go and return, they find ways to appear
So many thoughts, so little time, they begin to steal sleep
Black liquid gold with a dab of cream, spikes caffeine
The heart rate climbs, it speeds, the need for weed
Blood flows red, feel the surge that rivers to the head
The herb inhaled mingles sweet, with a beat that treats
Explosive are the thoughts, the haves and have nots
Whether, boy girl, girl girl, boy boy, or whatever
If God is God, found everywhere, does that make Him the devil?
Fear from below as much from above
Heaven and Hell, controls the middle
Left and Right, between two separate parties
Which one are you?
This is truth…
Whichever you choose
Our soul, goes to

AntΓΆnyRΓΆs

Pass The Dutchie ~ iii

  
Voices echo through the vacant spaces of my heart
Leaving swirls of misty thoughts, it starts
It was spring at my feet that sprung
Carried north above my eyes where it hung
Willow trees weeping in wide open spaces
Pines and birch sprouting buds in all the right places
Pinecones dripping sap trapping bugs for a feast
Where birds feed on springs harvest treat
A doleful voice poured into my cup
It was angelic but too distant for me to taste
A swoon of a voice as it calls
To my gaze, my eyes did lay
Upon a creature trapped in the forest where it came
The distant pain now fully in my wake
Found a wounded doe lost in its sorrow
Sobbing cries the pain endured, deep in to the marrow
I see but cannot touch flesh, for in dreams they are forbidden
But to sing in a song of whispers written
Pray that comforting words may enlighten
A soul in need cries out when in despair
Too late for some that could not bear
The wait for anyone to care

Ax