god of mine

this god of mine
makes sure im done
this god of mine
gets on the floor

this god of mine
no soul to sell
this god of mine
goes straight to hell

you gotta know what is right
til you gotta find the right one
you gotta know when is right
til you gotta find the right one

she bends at the waist
she can lick her toes
you're in a damn hell ass yellowban
the streets are all made of gold
now is the time, take your cards and fold

you gotta do what you gotta do
when it's right

baby belle

my baby belle has walked on her way
she's fallen in love, at the ides of may
the boy she loves is new to her
she embraces his soul
his body, his leap

the boy she loves, my baby belle
dances and sings,  my soul to tell
he has a band and plays the fiddle
rehearsing rhymes to chicken little

what does this man have that i do not
something that in turn looks like a yacht
i'll try one day to catch up to them
but the world is a riddle, a violent femme

like a rose like no other
only blossoms once a year
i say that i'll find her
when i finally find myself here
in the midst of the rapids
the goldmine of dust
the burning intrepid
oh god how i must

the dealer

hear the voices
spread the word
the dealer she knows
how to yearn a web of deceit
corrupt, intangible, unadulterated
she makes you want it more and more
until you burst at the seams
all of it in the middle
why whisper when you can wreak havoc
why yell when you can indulge
why why why tell me more please
the driven snow, the white marsh
goes to the plantation
of a given dusk game of Prussian roulette
don't leave me behind
i cannot swim
then she laughs in the veil
the cuss words and the pity
oh lord speak to thee
oh lord find a way
here on the everlasting plantation
the dealer she knows

lonesomeness

madness of the way we live
the breath we take
the leaves we make into bread and loathes of the men we weep with
how do you see us now?
be ashamed you fool
be ashamed of your brothers and your solitary
it makes you weak and bitter
humble and afraid
your solitary is your consciousness
it delays reaction, it determines your action, it lives for your fate
don't let your lonesomeness be your downfall
stand up and fight the wooden planks of the gallows
and then you will find the beast

go home

the notebook has been vomited onto the page
the answer was nausea and you'd win a prize
what is this life i lead?
where do i go when i sleep? what do i see?
where will i take myself next?
into fantasia, into bliss, into miraculous forthcoming mist
into barrens and heartlands, waste intrepid
through mortar and rock and towers and chalk
for the answer is not paved on the path, nor on the board
it is in the heart, in the stone
that lies on the beach, at autumns turn
capturing our methods, our essence, our tapes
where will we go when this all ends?
i hope the one true answer is that we all,
go home

madly

i love her madly
she does not love me
i yearn for her lustfully
she leaves me at wait
what can i do?
how can i know?
what shall she say?
when i tell her my might
this fool laughs at me in the mirror
do something to win her love
cut your hair, brush your teeth, smile a little
she will still not see
you love her madly
she does not love me

words

words.
vile, retched, masterful words
they hurt they kill they sign off papers they chop off heads
words
what do they mean, despicable, indecipherable, every word matters
what a loss for words you are when stuck in a predicament
kill the word
fight the word
the power
the man
fight with words
live with words
be with words
love with words
heal with words
heal yourself
then you will heal all

spiritual world somewhat jung-ian

The spiritual world is in essence a numeration of the outside world which we cannot see. Where are we when we are in this world depends heavily on what mindset we choose ourselves to look within. Three times the fall is one three times the call when the majestic speaks with the undead. Primus living lasts an eternity while our flesh and bone bodies stay in the world only centuries until their final transformation, into rock soil. Every minute that passes in the spiritual world lasts 10 minutes in our time. We cannot control this. The influx in time revolves around decaying earth particle and rock formations. To elaborate further, it is not soul discrepancies which cause the time influx but the ever changing particle shift of the atmosphere of the spiritual world itself. The soul harvesting takes only a a few seconds into infinity to add the the world itself. There are times when soul harvesting will abruptly withhold itself and concubine in its own dimension. I hope you can truly understand this. There will be more in the not to distant future.