unbanked fortunes and faraway fortitude.

So sly and sloven, the indignant dickheads
Dressed - as dying - in dialed-down Priceless stead
Aside the flighty glam-dressed muttonesque mess
Deftly reflecting raging "right" redress.

Craving days when saviour's slight of hand impels
Vast vision, while the unavoided droid impales
All falling fallacies, swell, as swallowed whole
By bile with "twat" tattooed across its soul.

suicide, sunny side up.

Home in my mind's mire, all alchemy allied to lies
Dead and deaf to silence, eyes greeted by egregious lights
Nightmares bearing niceties, that blight and believe in bleeding
Sunny seasons seized by the hateful hand of believing

Normalcy knocking, infancy infesting in the night
Time a traitor to my ties, nastiness alas served neat
Under earth I lie, my soul beneath sod, suffocating
Effigy an effort, I'm left bereft of supplication

the bleakness in the blackness.

Gutteral yet starlit, standing on the shoulders of gyrators
My mind's chateau shattered, conscience mastered by masturbators
Decadence a deadend, dread indelible upon my might
Darkness a duck in water, wading into wandering light

Faithful to my fate's fatwa, fettered by its stonely setting
In case of Satan's ending endorsement, I lay indebted
To stately statements, that dance in darkness and echo unheard
Berated by waiting wastelands, wanton of another world

I cry but tears drown out desire, siring yet more frayed days
My presence a prescient telling of God's green, grimey daze
Stark, I stalk all that stall before the Fall, so safe in their hate
Armored to illusion, they stare starving, not striving to sate

four stanza fortress of fornication.

Deigned to reign o'er sightless lowlifes
In spite of rights to heighten mine life
Dead and crying, the fled still clawing
At speckles of wreckless, thwarted warring.

Made to make mindless, maudlin martyrs
Out of routed farts, bled til heartless
Stumbling into the stunted, cunted cult
Rendered horrendous, cuddling the culled.

Marching archers, blood on blunted arrows
Grasping at rasping blisses not sorrows
Deaf to defeat, marketing I as We
Slain by sloth, I rile my inner ennui

Righteous writings alighting like lies
In sight of blights and dying allies
Bad bards imprisoning the impassioned
Grown to know the depths that death could ration

desktop destitution.

wild and wanting for a world hurled aside
homely homily posed as homicide
derailed by veiled, fought-for fornication
doomed designs disguised as ill-elation.

nature's nastiness

Where did the sun come from?
Complete with garden dwellers
fresh slabs of flesh, on parade
for all unwanting eyes to see

Slums mistaking sloth for fun
Waking wild but well-to-do
battered by bastards & pariahs
with dreams of deceased destinies

Backstreet blasphemies.

The myspace kids of 'morrow
Made up of mind and marrow
Betraying trained emotions
Yet setting sin in motion

Fighting fun for fantasy
In sofa-loafing romance
Entrenched in tailored treaties
Bludgeoned from the blood of dreams