Lifes Work

How she must kiss With cats dark eyes She is surrounded by webs Her lips are as rich as blood Such secrets of wanting She has the devils smile Her claws, razor sharp Filled with night sky And her perfect figure It lies there on the table Legs spread Emanating a tantalizing prospect Of notions of intoxication The feast Positioned for all to see But the consumption Of this delectable morsel, is Done with the rain Hail and winds of steel The night is over It’s time to drive her home I step away from the porch A faint whimper comes from behind Life has just begun

Dark and tiered Wind screaming rain Wild desires standing still TV screen is reality Color and order With no time to spare There is nothing but time And know the day is over. Night brings even more visions Bigger than life in 100 pairs of eyes Larger than mine With only one exception Alone with prescription shade Staring at gray images in a dark room

If it begins to rain again Let it wash away our sorrows And leave us with a better day

My hand glides as free as the government Tumble and crawl down the cold dark highway No destination for me Crawl, needless as you I… often credited for my people Never again shall I use cheep soap Clean my fringe, call my parent Steps are rising, becoming the law Hold my harness evading the dust cole miner make no fire Walk down my halls Call my twin… It=s easy Not forever crimson rose frozen in crystal and inlaid in jewels Time remains not Cold and unreal, ieredecent and playful Call my wonder, reach my eyes Your world so far, never real Cold you might say not mine Too hot never remaining Never again will you hold my heart I the owner is not showing You can look, lust for a bit That’s all, go away that’s right, no more Piss Off.

Hear today The people flutter As the moth surrounded in total light hungry Ruthless are the ones who win Others can only hope for the best The skinny legged ones look good Their hope is that they do The ruthless rich will ask for their company All kinds are gathered Though from the outside They all blend together Doesn’t anybody know to be extreme Is to live Or is it To be extreme Is to show‑off The baker seems like bullshit The extremist is the hungry There are other things other than hunger But can the hungry Truly enjoy no more want There would be no drive No fire No ruthlessness to push them further It is not to want what others have But to want what what you do not There is a difference It is unselfish Yet yields equal results It is an unselfish desire for the best.