belieedis

Things get heavy
hold steady
baby 
go when you're ready
hold tight
Im a fighter 
Dottie I'm mental
I gotchu
bulletproof 
I never lose 
unsinkable 

Lucy in the sky with demons 

chokin' on semen 

screamin'

I don't believe in fairy-tails 

for children

but you're a sight for sore eyes

a vision

listen 

I'm a madman mother

Mary

it's scary

my sins run wide

vary

bury me next to the devil

I'm trouble 

listen to my words 

they're genius 

I'm humble 

crumble under my thumb

stumble under the sun 

these bricks must weigh a ton

rest 

on your chest

in pieces

egregious 

Jesus

I need this

blue line. downtown.

someone wrote panic on the concrete
and a matter of fact its hard not to
the rails whistled under the train car
under my Jordans
we are all dead walkers
the sleepy sun climbed into my ears
radiating my thoughts
feeding the cancerous cells
they split and divide
turning on each other
crips and bloods
i dreamt about being young
high on drugs
reaching at a crashing sky

lovely in luck

the words are all but curled up
cracked
sun bleached next to the lizard skins
its funny
i always thought itd be the cold
snowy nights on my balcony
eating cough medicine
with burnt fingers
blanketed in shadows

somethings always about to give

the trees were first
small bright green buds
poking their naive heads
from the desaturated skyline
pure arrogance
champions
i was hooked
like trash on the razor wire
obsessed
"happpy people don't write....well anyways."-cb

here comes mr. white christmas

there's danger in the snow fall

each year i feel myself turn

boy to beast

razor sharp teeth

pours over me

like sex

cold rotten sex

season sick

sea sun stroke

choked

up

with my wrists tied

"when a gun is in your mouth, you only speak in vowels."

buk-ow

it's hard to write when things go well

no storm to slay

or hook to rip from my lip

sun pores into my cup

a queen rules justly

fair

to peasant and knight alike

vegas

In a city full of serpents the souls wind sideways

Gathering grips on gods gracious guidelines

Time twists and contorts tumbling aimlessly to it's knees

Alley cats pack cracked coke into glass war pipes

portland

it didn't seem to be in the cards
i asked dilegently
pulling fates wih my left hand
(it still feels a little awkward, even after the surgeory)

her brown hair frames her face
she moves her fingers slow over my drunk skin
calming the storms
the waves let up just long enough

the bar echoes with chatter
poets and prophets alike
drinks fill cups, swords stab backs
i am buried in her green eyes

confessions spill all over the parking lot
tears run from the lovers' eyes
they kiss hard
an anchor rips into the beach