In The Ground

In the ground

That’s where you’ll be found

Six feet down

And I stand here trying to contain the sound


Of my laughter

Knowing your burning in the hereafter

As they speak trying to make your life sound meaningful

And had a soul, oh how beautiful


Your death was long overdue

And everyone knew

Everyone is crying

Yet I’m the only one smiling

With a heart that glows

As your corpse decomposes


They won’t admit what is true

Their glad you’re dead

And in their heads

They know you knew


A soul lined with scars

Harden tissue covering the raw nerves

Picking at the point

Opening up the wound

The thoughts that consume

Burning across the synapses

That misfire sparking

Gaps in the sensation

Of contemplation

That leave only isolation and solitude

To reflect the attitude

Of apathy that inhabits the world of existence

It considers penance

For a life of half measures

And forgotten treasures

Of a past held inside

Because the truth will hide

The loss of innocence

Time of Day

The light of day is where my darkness grows

Where the cold inside forms

Here in warmth of the sun

The chill from me will kill

And I know the truth

I see the world as it is

Its not dirty but its not all clean

If you grasp what I mean


The dark of night is where my hope comes

Where the warmth swells

And the the moons reflective light

The heat from my heart

Would burn for all that I yearn

As I see the world for all it could be

Where dreams and fantasy collide

And I know the best of me inside

My Religion

Everyone saying my religion is love

Ha! My religion is love

Love in all its forms

From the perverse to the norms

Love unfettered

Love is more than one emotion

Love has many tethered

In ways beyond devotion

Love is caring and compassion

Yet let’s not forget the fire and passion

The little hates, the rage and jealously

Let’s be true to the word, lets acknowledge the envy

Let’s be sure to know love is more than compassion

Love is hate after a fashion

All things started with emotion evolve

Like problem waiting to be solved

My religion is my common sense

That tells me right from wrong

The hates that keep me strong

When oppression’s words ring

And none are standing

I kneel only to get a better view

I pray to no alter

Or false idol

I pray to the strength within

For in the end it’s what I always do

I pray my own morals never falter

And I’m true to myself both in heart

And in my art

For I shall never find love in my heart nor forgiveness for some

For the wrongs, they have done

And that as they say is final