A man with no legs

From knees down

He permanently begs

With a cardboard sign

On an unforgiving

Concrete bed

In a system that reneges

Internal chaos

Void of stillness

Suffocating paranoia

Untreated mental illness

His tinnitus screams!

PTSD & his fucked up dreams!

His peaceful demeanor

Not exactly what it seems

Mama prayed so hard

Every day he toured

Died of a broken-heart

She don’t cry no more

Newspapers headline

‘Nother war for ‘the brass’

Sore & dry

As that paper wipes his ass

Patriotic rhetoric

And neglected veterans

Increasing tolerance

Injecting heroin

Purple Heart

Re-living the action

Curbside freak show

Social distraction

A paper cup

A dollar & some change

A little towards a meal

A little more for the vein

Between the cracks

Lost in time

Beneath the beard

Beneath the grime

It’s in his eyes...

Another world of fire

Sniveling-shivering-withering

Forever never higher

Disenchanted &

A big deep sleep

Highest now...

Echoed lightening leap

Yep...

Died right there in the street

‘Thoughts & prayers’

‘Thank you for your service’

Rumbling rail underground...

Vibrating soul

Up on the surface

Unknown soldier

Camo Green

Another notch scored

Your War Machine

Autopsy-formality

Vagrant of unsung identity

No name or claim

Nor Gold Star Family

Without a Folded Flag

In a Potters Field

Shoveling convicts now bury

What the pentagram yeilds...

Twice now dead

Once upon our

Homeland city streets-

And alas-a war past...

That blast!

A roadside IED over-seas...

...Words-words-words...

Some rarely ever heard

Like

Life-love & peace

Yet their antonyms increase...

Allegiance & patriotic colours...

Wavering symbolically in a

Perpetual sonic breeze...

The lights are out ,i sent in the daunting silence

Awakening the Aura the trembling tremors of taunting thoughts

Suppressed sundowns , satire sunsets slapped across a sloppy smile

Grumbled out I am fine

Eyes glossed over , grazed cover thighs criss-crossed razor sharp lines

Tyranny tears , body shakes over the coffin , i created in my bed you see I ripped out the cotton in the middle of it and stuffed my body in there

The demons came again , this time they had no mercy

Drinking of your own blood wasn’t enough

Tied a noose around your neck around that dreaded word Love

You held on until the love you’s stopped

And the razor slits wasn’t enough to keep you sane

You implanted in my brain , this high I can’t seem live without

I popped pills , placed on pretty plate and try to eat the bullshit

But i kept vomiting the truth even if it kills me

I down another shot , I reload every time the last one aint strong enough to pull the trigger

I plant my headstone at this place , i used to call this place home

I fade into the ghost , I always wished to be

I’ll kiss the lips of the devil and call it a revial

See my soul is black and blue

Bruised from baby boy blues and batterd cotton candy kisses that taste like liquor tinged lies christened with foreign nights that can’t remember tomorrow's matter

Yelling yesterday's ranging in my ear

press -played past , that only resume to the future

Where the car radio hums , and liquor bottles stolen from the parents cabinet

This is where you dealt with grief , then it became an addiction

You put yourself in painful situations to just know you feel

The numb feels so real , the smile jokes this is what death feels like

I am too deep in this to pull out , maybe you’ll kill me

I like the silence , this is when the violence rages in and the fist collide into the walls

And turns into the abusing of myself

I am a happy beat , with sad lyrics

I know this is suicide

But I remember at the age of eight

I was told angels

Are the ones that want to fly

I knew I was angel

Because I could never stop testing my wings

I just wanted to know

how high i can soar

and

How quickly it will take me to fall

I been praying to death

And he came

he held in his hand

A rose

And plucked the thorns

Out

And showed

Me

How to cut

love can be razor

it can cut out the one thing you need to live

a heart

it beats 1 pace to fast when you face me

2 pace to slow when you turn your back to me

see I fell comfortable in alone

and hug the lonely

when the urgue to live

almost's feels like a shadow

impossible to live behind

without the ghost following you there

cause even devils get buried

bitch burn in hell

star-crossed lover

sincerly , oblivion

There is an essence in me which is not mine.

There is a breath in me which is not mine. 

There is someone inside of me; 

Is it me or the Divine? 

heart is heavy 

eyelids barely open 

pulse slows 

my ribs 

turn 

into 

daggers 

that 

stab 

into 

my 

soul 

my 

hands 

become 

arthic 

and 

curve 

around 

my 

neck 

and 

suffocate 

from 

the 

carbon 

dixoide 

that 

fills 

the 

air 

around 

me 

the 

walls 

fill 

the 

gap 

in 

the 

middle

of 

the 

room 

and 

press 

into 

the 

sides

of

the 

bed 

breaking 

the 

frame 

underneath 

that 

carries 

the 

weight 

of 

my 

existence 

I lay 

back 

and 

await 

my 

death 

and 

watch 

the 

reaper 

dance 

across 

my 

walls 

in 

a midnight 

blue 

cloak 

carring 

a hook 

he 

takes 

his 

hook 

and 

digs

deep 

into 

my neck 

and 

yanks 

my 

cornary 

arterty 

and 

takes 

my 

soul 

and 

leaves

my 

carcuss 

for 

the 

ghouling 

eyes 

of 

attendees 

at 

my 

funeral 

the 

four 

horsemen 

come 

kissing 

my 

lips 

sucking 

in 

my 

air 

my 

eyes 

sunk 

deep 

into 

my 

depression 

my lips shrivel 

my skin 

goes 

pale 

and 

blue 

the 

devil 

comes 

to 

bring 

me

to 

my 

heaven 

my heaven 

is 

a

place 

of 

burning 

coals 

hemped 

upon 

the 

flesh 

of sinners

a gasloine 

flavored air 

submerged 

in a 6 pack of ciagars 

the devil ’s 

name 

is marboro 

my wings 

turn into 

that 

of 

demon 

I become 

the 

monsoter 

god 

made 

me 

when 

he birthed 

me

through 

the 

birth 

canal 

of 

a 

fallen 

angel 

named 

statan 

I took 

the 

shards 

of 

the 

empyty 

beer bottle 

from the drinker that birthed me 

and tried to cut myself out 

early 

so I could 

run 

away 

to 

thoose 

cozy 

famlies 

that 

you 

read 

about 

in 

children’s 

book 

I guess 

its not your fault your fucked up 

We once were more

than just once upon a time.

I clung to your subliminal words

desperately with both hands,

remembering black lashed eyes

manipulating me like putty,

as I wandered desolately

in empty stretches of unpaved road,

my heart helpless in your cage,

frantically peering through

your blue tinged soul windows.

The darkness of you grew cold,

while midnight halted at the gate.

I spoke to you with desperate teeth

clinging onto your threads of dust,

prone bodies on moon’s floor.

I paraphrased your face in

heavy anchors of pain, watching

as pathos grew within my heart,

while smoky nights and loneliness

lingered in fabricated promises,

spitting in longing’s face,

kicked cavalierly to the curb,

my twirling globe of love,

hanging on a clothesline of empty.

I think I need help.

I don't really remember how it feels.

I've grown complacent in this arrangement.

I am no longer a wife, a lover.

I see pics of lovers, or movies with lovers

And I think people aren't really like that.

Men don't treat women that way.

This just isn't how I thought marriage was supposed to be. Your supposed to cherish and love and crave each other until death departs you, not spend the end of your lives miserable barely touching and seeing each other.

But then why am I crying? I have a roof and a bed.

Oh you don't need a deep spiritual connection for that kind

of love and well

Love.. there is all kinds in this world

Yes just a simple smile will do.

There's no space for your fingertips

so let them run and rule

a cold and faithless tool

to the leader and his loyal fool

There's no space for your feet to walk

so let them graze the sun 

or crush down everyone 

for the battle's never, ever won

There's no space for your eyes to see

so let them turn to rust

the essence falls to dust

for a gale or breeze or startling gust

There's no space for your heart to give

so let it fade away

the exterior decays

so the inside lives another day