Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Senseless sin



Soldiers pierced Jesus’ side with a spear.
His death was not in vain I’m told.
“TASER, TASER-“
Bang!
Blood spilling onto the spring damp pavement.
Who is he dying for?
His age? Gender? Race?
Maybe a combination of the three.
Police pierced Eric Harris’s side with a bullet.
His death is not in vain I’m told.
Roman soldiers are closer than we think.
Modern day crucified.


Is this what it is like to live in genocide?

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Spaceship Coupe



I want my skin to contract and release from the thought of you.
We feed off our five senses alone.
Making new galaxies within this Milky Way.
Save me from eternal solitude.

Change my atmosphere in places so few have seen.
Find all seven wonders of the world inside of me
And explore each. Spot. Slowly.
Get lost. Until we have to cum back to reality.

When my glass is empty I beg for more.
I swear I’m not addicted to brown
Yours just happens to be my muse.

This love is impeccable.
Makes me wonder why I ever hesitated to let you in
Makes me forget for a moment about silly things like money, beauty, and other men.

You can be the trough to my crest.
Our vibrations harmonize to the notes of ecstasy
As we fly back to the distant lands of destiny.