THE PIED PIPER

Got the words to make you flow

all my writs make you think;

you stay stuck –- you can’t grow

my appearance puts you on a brink!

My name is the Pied Piper;

time has come to pay your dues!

Venom kills from the sting of the viper

today is the end of your cruise!

All you mofo’s cry at my writ;

because it exposes what will be.

You’re curiosity seems to never quit

who’s been asking about me?

The Piper cometh without compassion;

time has come to pay the Piper.

Mercy has never been his fashion;

now’s the time to wear your diaper.

MOON WILL CHANGE MY MIND

Shadows move in the dark; singing is a sinister lark.  Vampyres lurk in corners waiting for a taste; running my fear sends me into a haste.  Blood drips from my arms; razors cut the skin as they slice –- harms.  Scared I am of what the morning brings; like a puppet in a play -- led I am by strings.  Pressing behind me are devils; down I sink unto per versed levels.  Tumbling am I into darkened-veils!

Screaming I squirm –- moon will change my mind.

Dreaming I affirm –- moon will change my mind.

Bitten I rise as a creature of thee, oh night.  Kitten hisses at thee, creature cast from the light.  Chants wish for me to stay out of sight; songs dedicate my soul toward an everlasting fright.  Oh sweet child of mine, where wilt thou hide from what thou will write?  Can’t you see that your writs make you either wrong or right?  Do not cast your pearls before the swine; words around my neck chock –- entwine!

Crying I know the moon will change my mind.

Dying I know the moon will change my mind.

To me has been my long lost blue; in the winds of gray came the storm and blew. Regret eats at me day to day; repentance has not allowed me to say –- say!  Hands strangle from within my voice; I must admit this is an interrupted choice! 

All the nights will not make up for the wrong; still I believe the moon will change my mind.

Dressed in whites will not extend –- prolong; still I believe the moon will change my mind.

Slipping am I through the cracks in the hall; screaming am I trapped within a minds wall!  Dripping blood persists; hungry demons will continue their evil insists.

In agony I know the moon will change my mind.

Angrily I have to believe, the moon will change my mind.         

VENESSA SOMETIMES

At night she crawls under her skin; she looks for the girl but cannot find.  At night she falls for her twin; she looks for an end -- cannot cease the grind.  World crashes down on her; so many different games.  World bashes down on her; flashes shout so many different frames. 

Lays in bed scared –- Venessa sometimes.

Gaze is impaired –- Venessa sometimes.

So far away hope exists; her desires are overshadowed by what consists. 

She says within herself that I am close; dreaming she looks upon me with expressions of love.  Her love for me continually grows; only in her thoughts can I live above.  Venessa sometimes comes to me at night; in her imaginings she appears great and bright.  All the people in her life cease; she tires from the endless charades and glares.  In her heart I persistently increase; around her many to my presence are in unawares. 

Cries in bed alone –- Venessa sometimes.

Lies of me cannot postpone –- Venessa sometimes.

Expressionless skies will not cover her fear and doubt.  Aloneness dies only in a tomb filled with sand and drought.  Come to me Venessa sometimes... come and allow my love to flourish for you.  Know I’ll love you at all-times; know I’ll pray for you kneeled at a pew. 

Change not your soul toward me; allow me the opportunity to

live –- be.  In pain you sleep at dawn; looking to the ceiling you cry in vain.  Promise my heart is for thee; always possessed I stood –- slashing my veins. 

Crying -- crying Venessa sometimes.

Lying –- lying I won’t Venessa sometimes.

SAVE ME

Like a record spinning, life keeps me in my past whirling.  Soul is thinning; dying I stand alone -- twirling.  Mind loves sinning; depravity has got me swirling.

Sinking I am; God please come save me.

Drinking I am as thoughts of history enslaves me.

People stare from the outside –- they look in.  People judge from the outside; they never look in.  This world has me in rapid motion; frozen I am in time without voicing a notion.  My spirit wishes for some devotion; my lust enjoys life’s love potion.

Inner wars rage from within for my sanity; none care if I lose this battle to insanity.  Passersby flash their vanity, eating lies baked from pies of profanity.  Caught up in this shit storm I can’t help but scream –- shit!  In this game of chance I can’t foresee a win –- I admit.  Can’t think of one reason from which I would not want from this world –- split.  Am scared there is nothing left in me to recommit; am sick of diseased people who only care to transmit –- seeking only who they may devour or submit. 

Wonder -- do I ever really miss my childhood? 

Wonder –- do I ever really enjoy my manhood?

Future seems so uncertain; feels like the show is about to drop the curtain.  As an Edward I must live in my own dark spawn of Tim Burton.  Like a warrior I die a losing war in my own dark spawn of Spartan. 

Fantasies in my head always throw me a lifeline; remains to be the only place where I can safely escape the pipeline.  Soaring high above the skyline I face the inevitable doom which comes to conclude my timeline.  Intoxicated I shall stand at the sideline; stand and watch as I have come to the end of my line.

My hope –- that someone may come to love me.

My hope –- that someone may come to save me.   

SHE COMES

Waiting I continue on;
waiting from dusk till dawn.
Know the way she feels;
hearts she tortures and steals.
Tonight they say "she comes" --
to kill the few and some.

Shadows delight in her sight;
she'll do it to me again.
She is my guiding light;
her claws pierce --
me she'll slain.
Run run run little rabbit;
fun fun fun to inhabit.