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


Drunk on Love

liquid spirit pours
to lips caress, numbing pain
in bellies pot it rots
barley, oats, potato skins too
grapes off vines like black pearls shine
beaten and rolled to fit into a bottle of wine
the higher proof, smoothes so divine
it coats the tongue and draws out desire
filling the mind with courage and fire
goblets or glasses, stemmed or not
tumblers that are etched with slashes
cutting, diamond edges

nachos covered in cheese, chilli dogs are not really dogs
they’re a wiener of sorts but not the ones that dangle
like the hopes of Mrs. Robinson
so, here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…

may the sun shine brightest upon your face
reflecting eyes that gaze on your breasts
yes, globes of fire that stand as monuments
this of course all said with the utmost respect to women
glorious women, the prized, silver dollar some men flip
yes, some men, pigs that walk erect and not the erect that pleases women
those men that fill themselves to the gills and think they’re invincible

Drunk on Love

the love that is fed with liquor made by demons
the same fucking demons that live in these men
through the vile taste of darks spirit
consumed beyond repair as they drive away impaired


Rolling Stoned

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. The wind blowing cottonwood puffs like snow. Wild flowers blooming in the meadow, fused with the scent of hashish in the air…
Getting high in life’s care

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. All are welcomed as well as those who don’t. Talk if you want or quietly sit alone, a peaceful haven lost and feeling good…
Getting high in the woods

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. Down by the river where the hurt goes away. As all my prayers are answered today. I’ve started to feel what I’ve never felt before…
Getting high with a roar

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. Where harmful thoughts never come to mind. Where love is what you’ll find, wearing flowers in our hair…
Getting high on the Lord’s Prayer

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. Buzzing to the music of the Rolling Stones. “Jumping jack flash, it’s a gas, gas, gas”…
Getting high on some pretty fine grass


Lets Get Freaky

Just like that
Drop of a hat
No matter what
You’ll be a slut
I’ll be your cuckold
Now, isn’t that bold
I would dress you up
I would fill your cup
I would paint each toe
Dry them with a blow
Slip on the pumps
Enter the bucks
David is lean
Smooth as cream
Black curly locks
A jaw solid as rocks
Chiseled with a dimple
Perky goes the nipple
You lick your lips
Goliath trips
Six feet four
Broad as a door
Thighs bulge strong
As does his groin
He lifts you up, here to please
He plants a kiss, weak in the knees
Safe in his arms
This giant man charms
Straddle his hips
Tongue past lips
David takes a grip
Of his massive dick
Goliath says, Bro
Time to show
They strip her clean
Except for the heels
They stay on
Just for fun
I look at you, you look at me
I nod, this is naughty
All for you
These two
Down on your back
Time to fuck
Lapping your puss’
Rimming your anus
Planets align
Cross eyed
Taking it deep
Cock makes you weep
Filled from both ends
Ecstasy transcends
Time flys by
This buzz gets high
David and Goliath ride
Dp! oh my…
Filth from your mouth
Words not enough
Imagine pure lust
Now start to combust
Wave after wave
Your climax gave
Gushing fluid
Mind, less lucid
I look at you, you look at me
Happy?, baby
Pleasure in your eyes
Brings rise
A bath to bathe
Soothing aid
Repays the gift
Harley and Ivy, visit him


Caress My Flesh

There you are, dancing alone in a darkened room. Candles flickering with a glow, leaving a silhouette of another, lonely as you…

Whenever I’m alone
I feel like I belong
Solitude is my throne
My crown weighs long

Cry, cry cry, why?
Tears don’t shed anymore
They’ve all, dried dry
Like the last and the time before

I am a mess right, right now
Just can’t get by, this place
Stuck in my head, a vow
Never ever, love can embrace

Forbid, what is forebode
Swoon, in a room
Did as was foretold
Moon shadows strewn

Caress my flesh
Dust off the mist
The edge honed fresh
For a glide, round wrist


Blackbird ~ The Return of Death

Pop the box, overlapping flaps
A spring with a wobble, about it flops
A skull, hollowed out, chiselled with features
Alike, without flesh, simply creatures

No matter, the colour of skin
Decay begins, in birth with sin
Stretched through years of living
A bonus, if found in arms loving

The return of death, if so given
A grant bestowed by, hell or heaven
Use it wisely, to leave a mark
Whisper truths not played in lark

The pain and ache, mankind endures
Through love and hate, sated and horrors
Slashed across, left for dead
Begin again, oath had said

Survived a torturous regime
A cog in a wheel, a machine
Free as a blackbird, without care
Watch the world turn, with a stare

To love and honour, till death parts
Raise a child, nurturing hearts
Take a stand for that which is good
Believe in the kindness of brotherhood

The return of death, chance of giving
To make amends, with the living
Caress the one, missing the most
Soothed in song, by a nightingales ghost

Angels and demons exist, they live in the head
Each controlling destiny, so the heart said
Truth of the matter is, it’s what others do
To impact a life, me and you


Demon Within

The setting sun, comes with a fiery glow
Faster and faster, the horizon darkens slow
How the pain grows as light fades to go

Shades of blue, forms a line across the sky
Turns darkest, at a point, most high
Where evil lurks in wait to fly

The hour comes with howls through the air
Sending shivers from echoes tingling hair
White knuckle fisting, standing gloom and glare

Blowing wind, buzzes the ears
A tornado, shadows, spinning fears
As the demon within appears

Ghostly white, dressed in black
Hooded and cloaked front to back
Leading an army of ghouls that attack

The good and meek do not have a chance
Without sword, shield and lance
In the name of the Father, Son and Spirits fighting stance

Pulling and groping, sinking down
Hands like branches, vines up, from the ground
Pinned and crushing, lungs begin to drown

The anxiety flares, it starts to boil
The ache inside strained to toil
Strength of hope and faith like vinegar and oil

A battle that thrives in the heat of night
Sleepless, left weak, pray to see the light
East beyond the peaks, breaches with delight

Songs sung by birds awakening call
Lifting souls from a beaten fall
To honour a new days rise for all

The demon within, retreats to wait
For the sun to set behind heavens gate
To unleash the shadow of dreary fate