Endsville

           I have no doubt of my feelings toward you. If I could shout, your name to the heavens, I’d scream at eleven. No decibel can measure, the pleasure to be by your side.
           Your touch is the slide of an electric guitar, howling under the moon, hoping to see you again soon. You’re a deadly flower so beautifully in bloom. Taken my heart from its somber tomb. Your kiss of death has soothed my wounds.
           Tu eres la Morena de mi corazon. So many things I can’t wait for you to be shown. If I had a cover, by now it’d be long gone. God damn these feelings are strong. Turkish coffee accompanied by a spliff of Moroccan hashish strong.
            I can see me and you, growing on a farm. A patch of wisdom, a field of love, a marsh of leftwing ideals, an Orchard of culture, and a lake of fire, where we burn our fears.
           So come near my dear. By my side, your fears will soon dissappear. I could be a queer, but for you I’m straight as a steer. Meat I promise to stand clear. So the future idren can persevere.

Satan

I feel the Eclipse on my fingertips
A full moon illuminated through hits
Living to abide, it’s time to quit
Smoking these sticks dipped in tar pits
Forever realizing how it goes so quick
Uncanny thoughts in my mind
Make it hard to forget
Battered like a Vietnam Vet
Somethings become delicate
Cause I don’t want to get sick
Sick of it all, I’m scared I might fall
That shit fucking hurts
Open wounds covered in dirt
I think I might regurgIquake
If my body starts to break
Somethings changed
I no longer feel deranged
Astray or strange, no more distain
I’ve begun to overcome the pain
Quite simple and plain
One woman’s trash is another woman’s Treasure, somehow forbidden pleasure
Buried in words as a way to measure
The temperature in a heart
Sparks the attack
Cardiac effected by the smacks
This time it needs to relax
Pushed to the maxImumovable
I couldn’t find a lower decimal
Wicked tricks I’ve aquired in my Reticule, I’ve got a helluva view
What I see, it’s starting to resemble
You in your heavenly ensemble.

I want to get away.
No I need to get away.
Hey Life!
You’re getting in the way.
I’m too tired,
I don’t want to play today.
But damn, I need to get paid.
So a couple hours of shut eye,
Then I roll my dice for the next day.
Then along comes a man.
He may be old,
But I’ll listen to what he has to say.
Progressive ideals held firm,
Since back in the day.
A light house,
Illuminating gorillas in the mist.
Maybe it’ll be nice out,
After the fights out.
Today’s a big day.
So go out and vote I say.