Sunday, April 24, 2011

Inside Thoughts

I see perfect families,
Perfect smiles,
Perfect attitudes.

But in clouds and comics,
Under the radar, but not hidden to god,
Most of them,
All of them,
Break bottles over those they love,
But to them,
Thoughts of Azrael are perfectly fine.

A knife and a gun,
Irreplaceable for they have stabbed and shot the memory of the already damned,
Irreplaceable for the mind that now belongs to the devils has made a shelter of scars,
This pertains to no one but them.

Ivy snakes of good and light protect us innocent,
For we were raised.

Brother

From undead dusk,
Mad at my bittersweet heat
Brother bit down hard,
And blew his nose beside me,
He sings alone,
his rain song,
Roaring sticky squeaks,
and swallows the black and orange as it comes.

Stones as stars,
And spinach as sculptors.

Hair blowing and slapping,
And when it comes, the breathing creature,
From fire in my soil,
He is broiled in the flame.

The Singer

Burro and three steeds but not of the same.

Sang his song in the audience of spirits.

Two swords and two guns, pounded deep into old man's memory.

The singer stopped playing and went to bed.

Under his makeshift of bullets, wood.

The stars went out and so did the moon.

He slept as nature or a man thats dead.

Her Voice

Her voice was the wind,
Fierce with shards of ice.

Her head,
Bigger than a mountain,
Rolled around eating what was left of air.

It was marvelous,
But only to me.

Only 'cause I knew her,
Knew of her.

I grew up around her.

But to the tourists she was mean.

As mean as the frost giants,
Two months she roared like this.

She was born innocent,
Died innocent.

Butterfly Starship

The touching felt lifts off,
Using its pollen plain as a runway.

Rocket ships are taking crash landings on familiar planets,
Leaving Invisible smoke,
Invisible debris,
Invisible shrapnel.

Monarch's allies:
The Scarlet Mormon,
is at a rest stop,
refueling,
only feet from the transformation.

Captains take hits,
Spiraling to safety.

Blood and shit:
The secret of the two week war.