Wildcat

Misshapen claws leave permanent marks 
Across the cheeks of inhibition 
Letting restraints drip & dry in ugly fashion 
Milk on my tongue 
Green military covert ops invade 
My yellow eye
Teeth sharp enough to bite through leather
Nails long like blades 
Cutting any vagrant dumb enough to misbehave 


Wildcat.


Nine lives is plenty 
I'm having my fun
Stop the natural time cycle
Live on your own Earth 
Of course hate still exists 
This is no fantasy 
Torment given to the strong 
Kindness given to the weak 
Vertical sandboxes filled with treasures 
That always seemed worthless
A flow of hand me down locks 
With no hole for a key
A bank of dollar signs ruined 
By foreign governments


Wildcat.


Jungle 
Green & free 
Standing 
horizontally
Squared
Putting on airs to climb for fruit
Seeking the meat of truth makes a meal of glue
That sticks to the roof of our mouths 
Silently revealing pain of departing foreskin








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Death Zone

The scent of quarantine is lifted
Still, 
I abstain from witnessing 
The chilling images of sulfur drops 
On linoleum boxed-tops-heart-stops
Sat atop the pearly white floors




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Chimera Honey

The sweet nector of decadence pours into a jar of honey to set
I watched that jar of decadent honey turn to gold 
The outcome was the most beautiful soul I've ever met


Amazing


The impossible existed
A unicorn with its wings lifted 
The horned beauty turned, kneeled, & welcomed me
As I saddled on its back 
My feet pulled off the ground 
A slight struggle from the honey on the unicorn's hooves
Thoughts of melting the honey with fire 
From a candle came across my mind 
But my selfishness was in the wrong
Swiftly & slowly 
The horned beauty trotted on adversity
And drilled the walls of hypocrisy
Leaving a sweet trail of honey with each step
We walked through blackouts, wars, & meltdowns 
That misshaped the earth's mold 
Little by little
And still 
The unicorn couldn't fly
The decadent honey stayed on its hooves to keep 
Us on the grounds of life
Force us to achieve
Even in strife


So pure, yet powerful 
So strong, yet defenseless


The most beautiful soul I've ever met,
Was lifeless 








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Naked

The choir sings 


Like they'll never hear praise again
Shouts of alto & soprano 
Filled the room with tears 
God's power to disrobe & expose demons 
Walking in human skin 
With scar on face 
And revelation of greatest sin




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Skin & Bone

My bag of bones 
Cuts me like sticks and stones 
Sharpening more and more everytime 
We lie 
We cheat 
We steal 
My scars never heal
We won't allow it 
They get deeper and deeper 
With every cut of painless steel 
Hiding behind an asian mask 
That's layered with blood and
Words that will never help a needed task 
And a heart that pumps to its last 
The damage done that will never 
Come undone is what we do everyday 
Killing our future is the price we pay
Beauty is skin deep and hatred 
Lies within the ones who feel 
They'll never be loved by a perfect ten 
Mirrors tell us we're ugly 
When its really our minds 
That do the dirty work 
We wish we could fly like a kite 
But our bag of bones 
Cuts like a knife 


Everywhere we go 
We never let it go 




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Crying Wolf

Once, just once I'd like the peace
And the quiet of deathly hollow rings
Bricks built to block 
Annihilated by love & rock
Egg shells made the path a bloody mess 


Before death, I adored the sound of distress




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Dirty feet

My figure mimics a zebra without stripes 
A gardener without a tool 
A child mourning their parent 
A widow carrying an urn of ashes 
I threw the ashes & out came a spark
The final moments of our joy 
Then turned back into thin lines of dust 
Giving texture to the air 
Before I could prepare you were gone
I've no one to blame but the random name of a murderer 
To make my night terrors comfortable again 
All I need is my pillow
There's food in my stomach 
And a sad infomercial on television
To make it clear I have too much pride 
And most importantly
I had no shoes 
but I managed to get up off my knees 
And brush the dirt off my feet 
Hat on my head
I took time to relax 
But then I noticed that dirt spots 
Were still on my soles 


It reflected my heart.




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