AND

when i chose a song..                                                            
i lost d words                                                                    
somewhere within the sleeves                                                                                              
of a folded sea.                                                                    
                                                                                           
my markers..                                                                        
a playground,
a chestnut
a weed.

come, gather me.
its not you that i want.
its just that face, which makes me spell,
a crowded lane,
dirty streets,
a world away,
lame misery.

rose and roses
all colors.
mine were black,
surrender they spoke,
i broke their thorns
with my fingernail,
saw d flying crimson,
smile its Smile,
look at me, and go
down on that clean,
white floor, singing love.

but still those lines,
still those plains of angles which speak derision.
why a little lower i sink, with my mouth open
to the gallows of bees.
they love my haunting imagery.

Make me seek light, your gospel demands sanity
I have a heart which contaminates constantly.
A filthy liar, a fucking whore, a witty bitch , a soul no more.
the Religion defies me
God doesnt wana look at me in d eye.
so rinse me of my Black.
take away the lies between my teeth.


I laugh at the sky so blue, so grey, so black.
angels corrode my eternity
holy spirits wander around my sanctuary
no its not Love.
its Me.

Come and get me.
please.