Benislionheart

< 9 days and 9 nights hanging A plucked eye No revelation The abyss was Circular, perpetual, timeless Wisdom is out of reach Perhaps enlightenment is Fabricated highlights and lows V

< What wrought And after Thoughts Echoing like shocks Waves of seismic wrath. My revenant reverence Haunts my days. It will not shake free I look for you A shrine in my wastelands But I am An apostate, else; I hide in plain sight, Under the gaze. My vanity, A rabid dog My adoration Immortal I tear chunks from my sanity V

< Resist the itch To reduce the scratch The patron saint Of lost causes Has my number Right? Rip off the Plaster Don’t prolong the pain St Jude Send him my name V

V For a time I see you on photo roll A distance, That distant. That time I signed a contract I chose a way And you were away This time 2 years in a kiss You are real More surreal >

< I'm grateful for The fight A socialist spirit A burro spirit of cooperation. I don't want a concern Other than for others I try my best I Aspire I'm not sure I can achieve. My impediment is I cannot match your Generosity of spirit Or paternal instinct I am, perhaps, a disappointment To me Your ideal is lower but You pushed me higher I'm sorry for my transgressions Real But more imaginary I won't forgive myself (I know you would) Thank you for a bar this high >

< Clawing steel heavyweight Bone searing, sinewy ligature snapping; Chew the limb for life Or Bleed. Out. A staggered quixotic life Left in listless limbo of iron tang Red vines and tetanus Staccato vision as envy Morbid and hopeful. Time stops. V

< Low river Slow, cold Clear and crisp - sharp, In shock and relief. I stop here, kneeling Perhaps, share a moment Shake a fish loose from a pebble Or Leave a memory in the sift I know this hesitation, and the pulpit's promise of Catharsis at that moment. A eulogy wasn't enough but It was all I had. Low river, let us meander Wander in wilderness. I need company and quiet and Roar and deaf to conversation. Wait, and rush. Pulpit pull and push. I don't want an echo or your spectre But I'd settle for that. V

< Where this range was Tracks have been left. Black Like tar, likely to ignite. A chain, spiked; Thorns from a rose. A suspicion Then, that venom runs Like viper fangs. Heart stop coagulated veins For vanity. Seduced by an idea That forever can be contracted. V

< Her tattoo says veni vidi vici 'I did it with a bottle. I smashed the glass, and I cut myself.' I run my fingers over her keloid marks. She smiles; I can see straight through it. >

If the door creaks too much and is trapped too far interruption may occur if the lace should catch on the broken glass within the frame, the blouse could find a new purpose upon the floor. Catch the cotton on the nail to pull the thread and reveal beneath the turmoil. If the water falls too soon all could stop. Cries that penetrate both the good and the bad suffocate the present to allow any chance for future. Simultaneous release of all intelligent peace. Claustrophobic tears at the gate of the devil as the smudge of red grows to merge with the pink to erase the memories of before. Desocrate the victim to demolish

< I've always exceeded expectations, even my own. The ruins of my binge on the table speak of this. The bottle and a half of bourbon. The chemical taste and fragrance of darling Maria on the table, all dust and tell tale fables. The bearskin has left. There are trophies of her, more than just the notch in my metaphorical bedpost. Soon to be scars on my back. Cuts on my hip. The videotape. It's more real than a memory. I am far beyond what I should have achieve - living beyond my means, perhaps. Certainly, as a child I was told I would go far, but the dragging tedium of everyday life has left me somewhat bitter, and where far led redefined

Needlemiss and concubi Watch this heat hate halo'd succubi Writhe, slide. Beads of lustwet slither down A    steely    stubbled    spine. Epitration infiltrosis leaves Haemaphrodite keloid gilts from A favour'd Dermabrasive surgeon. These hallow'd gallows Erectioneering, frightfully opiate razor cascades Down Slick wrists, collared cuffs Tied up to be let loose. A beautific dirge surgeon, a three course Tortursseur, completing rotating hiplypses And sinchroneasity. Signed, sliced on deliverance with nails, sharp finger fangs; Time flooded hurricanes of deliberate Arterial ejaculation. Kamikaze pilots never had this much