UgLy |
It is a thingto be so nice,to an ugly thing.Why is this thing ugly?What makes thisugly thingugly, is simply this....it preferreslonesome over company,dirty over clean,dark over light,death over birth,...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 13:20:00 GMT |
- a work in progress 0. |
- a work in progress 0.
A triple-headed dragon so real
I can touch the scales
Lined in a complex matter
That feel as wet textiles
ALONG THE FLESH!!
Ecto-residue nostrils breath
Blood red flames...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:59:00 GMT |
- a work in progress 1. |
- a work in progress 1.
Devouring a million souls in this
Realm of hate, a scournful reaper
Waits with great patients while
Tri-weavers extend to the abyss of nowhere.
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:51:00 GMT |
- a work in progress 2. |
- a work in progress 2.
Rising from a puddle of blood, I dispurse limitless fear.
A serpentress slithers up to my back in order to pierce my lunacy,
Stone figures apear in my chaotic vision to...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:39:00 GMT |
My concern....really. |
As I walk the streets, stores, clubs, any public space with my quarter of a mask you glance, look away, & glance again with another speed turn of your neck. WHY?? So you CANT see my eye's....go ki...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 00:23:00 GMT |
Crystal Illusion |
Crystal Illusion
Theres been talk of
Treason
Theres been talk of
Slaughter
Theres been talk of
Mutiny & other speaks of horror.
Bloodlust has pillaged
Throughout this land
& creatures...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:34:00 GMT |
The Dead |
The Dead
I died for beauty
But was scarce.
Adjusting to the tomb
When one who died for truth,
Was lain in adjoining room.
He questioned softly
"Why I failed?"
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I fo...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:13:00 GMT |
The Sacrifice |
The Sacrifice
Pain is but a gift
To trap it takes great courage
& much skill
The sacrifices that have been
Made have either severe consequence
Or great reward
If not dead through such actio...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:03:00 GMT |
+HADES PUPIL+ |
+HADES PUPIL+
Embodied in hate
destruction temps the brain
for obsession it lays still
in liquid anger.
Pathetic is this poor soul
rotting, fermenting, marinating
in this red sun, black sky.
Fe...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:57:00 GMT |
Witness to my CREEP |
Witness to my CREEP
My oblique feeling to your gaze
sets me in rapid confusion
to not act on what is necessary
or what is not.
Preparation to disobey my nervouse system
your nimbus gives...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 17:51:00 GMT |
