Mind Fuck
A pigeon carrying his disease,
Pecking at our pieces,
Perched on a canopy of fantastical disillusion,
Feeding on the vulnerability that he perceives as week.
Big boys use people for what their worth,
In a state of strange love and trust.
A sic man to the sane-
The blessing lined with silver disguise
Omit’s the suffering riddled in his own-less shame.
Dear God, what have you done to the truth?!
Twisted the bruise to refute your blame.

Liar, Liar,
His smirk emerges for his granted glory.
Reprievable pleasures for an unfaithful folly.
Approval for his roaming heart
Until the clouds desist and she sky opens up .
When it pours the drops dig into your skin.
He stretches his turn into a century and chances his fate.
For the immortal genius would not be out wit,
By the two hearts healing his demon.
He slices each to bleed his name-
The game of possum planting gain.


Liar, Liar,
Burn the bellowing flames of deceit,
With heated words made for suffering,
Scalding the infection of defeat.
Synge the dreams that steal my sleep.
My soul is screaming to breathe again.
I can’t blanket this inferno- Raging inside of me.
Oxygen aids the fingers of the blaze
That you ignited with your sour speech.
Stale verbatim is laid to waste.
I muddle over the resonating mayhem that pulls me under,
Dissecting love’s recourse:
You and her,
Me and you….
The angles of the triangle poke at me.
She and I,-- Is all that’s left,
To probe each corner of it’s puzzle until it resembles love no more.
A hallowed shell of an equation.
He cracks the casing and spits out the yolk.
The nest of nourishment is parched.
The need for security depletes itself dry.
His dilated darkness tells
Lies, lies, lies.


Liar, liar,
A photograph to tyranny .
Love’s artifacts captured in an image.
Juggling the tremors that quake the ground.
Shake the unfound story of a habitual liars lair.
Without remorse for the misfortune distilled in his antics.
Chemicals that intoxicate an innocent villain
Supply the seamen of self worth.
It’s A course of ruins that hinder your sins.
The disease inflicted willingly for frail keeping,
And kept by a bottle hidden in a drawer,
Has a lure of mental lust to draw you in.
Cut the pills in half to ease the weaning standstill,
A stagnant creature is feeding on the pharmacy.
Two for the taking,
Three ease the aching hearts thrust,
Four fill the soul with pleasures unparalleled,
Five for the minds roaming mirth,
And six to complete the overdose to hurt.
Oh, the Comfort in a capsule.
Sanity fastened under a child proof seal safe from no one.
Secure in your self deprecating bubble that bleeds-
Bleed the remorse free from the reckoning,
Of consequence and greed.
An equilibrium that yields to balance becomes
Excused by the confusion of the demons and their deference.
These adequacies are made in a drug induced maze of lies and illusions.

Liar, liar,
You Fucking Liar!
Shielding yourself from the damage,
Shedding the bad bits that dare force you to face what you’ve done.
In a locked away room where the lights don’t bend,
Sleeping in a coffin that harbors your thoughts,
Burying the barriers of logic and sound mind;
Into the ID it goes.
The memory sleeps at peace in the irrational dream.
Night sweats will drench the souls unsettled need to materialize,
And the truth will be realized
When A head lays it’s weight,
But it’s feathers don’t carry the guilt away.
Another pill to justify the means
Another pill to forget?
Forget the fire breathing the disease of the weak.
The duel faces of the victims seeking vengeance
Will seep into the counterfeit harmony you keep
When with drawl begins,
The Liar must relive his sins!!!




 
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