‘Facebook Philosophy’ [response to Aaron Belz]

Every couple of months or so
a person that you do not remember
or connect to on any facet
of your present life
contacts you and talks to you and pretends
they know you or perhaps
they really do, yes, its more likely
that they do, but so much of your life
has disappeared behind a haze of
kush nights and tequila sunrises, that t
here is no hope of ever recovering who
they are or where they fit.

What parts of you are fading
with these many unknown adds?

My Tiny is a daisy, but mighty is her rowr


Aqua skies melt derision and deference in her wide wet eyes
She is framed by canary diamond silk streaks and sheets
A hollow cloud withers in her trembling hands and dies
All of this is hidden by Maybell masks for everyone she meets.

She is framed by canary diamond silk streaks and sheets
As he chips away the last shreds of innocence of eighteen
All of this is hidden by Maybell masks for everyone she meets
The tenderness he seems to give is really only mean.

As he chips away the last shreds of innocence of eighteen
She turns to face the darkness and declare battle deep within
The tenderness he seems to give is really only mean
The time has come to run away from eighteen years of sin.

She turns to face the darkness and declare battle deep within
The past no longer matters as she must cut a whole new path
The time has come to run away from eighteen years of sin
To embrace the truth of her now the word will know her wrath.

The past no longer matters as she must cut a whole new path
A hollow cloud withers in her trembling hands and dies
To embrace the truth of her now the word will know her wrath
Aqua skies melt derision and deference in her wide wet eyes.

My Tiny is a daisy, but mighty
is her rowring raging empty light smiles
Aqua derision and deference melt
In her wide eyes, she is framed by canary
wet diamond silk streaks and sheets of sorrow
hollow clouds wither in her trembling hands
and die, all is hidden by Maybell masks
She is framed by canary diamond silk
Streaks and sheets, he chips away the last shreds
Of innocence of eighteen years and tears
the tenderness he seems to give is really
only a curse, as he chips away the last
shreds of innocence of eighteen teared years
she turns to face the darkness and declare
battle deep within, the time has come to
run away from eighteen years of sin
she turns to face the darkness and declare
battle deep within,the past no longer
matters as she must cut a whole new path
the time has come to run away from eighteen
years of sin, to embrace the truth of now
soon the word will know her wrath, the past no
longer matters as she must cut a whole
new path. A hollow cloud withers in her
trembling hands and dies, Aqua skies melt
derision and deference in her eyes.

Samsara on a Silver Chain

the path she walks runs blood red rain soul deep
pouring hot copper taste over the smooth
pale black marble stones of such young blind lust
barefoot she treads into oblivion
and pants shallow wet breath and empty sighs
he licks away the crimson streaks of high
and levels the shadowed laced eyes of the
devil on hers
a stone swells desert dry in her gentle
white splotched throat and a shiver runs down on
spider tracks and imagined dreams of love
the breathless heat and garnet panting are
suddenly overwhelming, undertaking
as the world spins black in her empty eyes
and the light drains from the air all around
to puddle ashen rain and hollow stains
on dirty tile

On what our dad calls being “a girl in comfortable shoes”
[another response to Sister]

I am the bastard child of the second wave
And the hidden heart of the third,
I wish you would be too.

I stopped wearing bras when I realized
I couldn’t find an A without padding

I don’t have that problem anymore

On my first ever date we watched a movie
And I insisted on paying for the ice cream

I was the girl with all the boy friends
But never a boyfriend

Since then there have been six
But only one or two have mattered
Sorry

D.anica M.arie T.ayae [another response to Sister]

i’ll confess this to only you,
i have known her,

close your eyes to see the truth…

slender winter white nails rake romance against
cool coffee cream skin that flushes with the pulsing of the light
the world spins in checkers as questions
flush down the drain to nothing in her mind
white hot desires dance along the dark satin of subconscious
her body opens and sensual wet lotus flower leaves are
all there is, as tiny feet drip silk and fuck forever
panting gently on the floor with rainbow polished toes

everything is as beautiful as you care to dream it,

awake now or never
follow the shadows and carry all the colors of this moment with you
as you run into reality down the path of dancing dreams
into the merigold shack imagination world that is your soul


Our humanity is held in the sins we commit
And our divinity in those we choose not to

Paint your path

I dwell within the realm of obscurity.
I search for truth and magic purity.

My mind is a Jackson Pollak wet dream,
Where questions drip as splatters darkly gleam.