Demons

I close on my my new place today, Sign what sounds like a book of papers on Monday. Yay. Good times.

Strange days when Summer vacates in a matter of hours, heat enough to sweat in the morning and by eve the seasons have turned and the sky is gray once again with the threat of water. It could be a good winter.

For all those interested I am in the process of a series of art that in the hope of a gallery show early next year. Maybe not the head but at least the neck of it.

Things have good momentum now, little stresses and interesting dreams as usual, what else is there to say. I am still human.

I woke up this morning.

To let you know

I am in my own life
Making my own moves
Building my own castles
Burning my own bridges

I do all of this

With out your ways

Every day

I think you might be gone a bit further

and the silence

makes

for a good

story……………

Stay tuned, this is the last wave.

The greatest Kabbalist in the world has prophesied the end.
Walk away beware and faith 9

I am gone now, you can find my remains where you might have thought they would be

Good friends
Enemies
Laughter and Light

These memories and those that you have saved and keep close to you naked and private
Good friends

It is in the last 4 letters that the meaning really has its place

You can find me where you might have thought but I am not the one that you remember

We are not as hot as we FXCKIN used to
Skin is decay
Eyes are Lies to our neural path ways
People are stinkbuged, sunk eyed, hermetic orders

We are striving down patriotic streets that once we didn’t believe
Now we hate
Makes us uglier, stronger, apathetic to those in need
We drop lines, if luck permits,a dime to the true cause, one damn dime

Our teeth
Good G-D our teeth need metal and chemical
To cope with the metals and chemicals
We Inhale, sniff, choke on, shoot up, sex-slave anal slut machine to death
_We are uglier at the moment

__And we are all alone
___Least that is the tongue that we tell ourselves
That we are alone
"I built this damn street and I must have
Cause I am alone…"

Frenzied their arm hairs
Sticks in the mud:
That they will become, as the sea salt eats!
So we need to as well
Eat fat lords of fallen worm-grown parasitic
Before your turn is given to the next

I am buying a condo…
A property….

A dwell to escape the people I surround
Pour my life in to this box
That burns, shapes, crumbles, gets taken away

Every working moment will go to living in This Space
I am buying a box-coffin
With a view of the city
Where we all rot watching the blasts
Of new years drunkwerks

And sing sad songs in light tunes

I should build my coffin
If I have to lay
With my hands my tomb should molded in my image
So when I sing my voice is heard
it is my life’s werk that I beat out to hermit in

My life’s werk could go
as quick an unnoticed
as everyone else

I had dreams and visions last night
I saw you
and all that you are
that I am to you
that we were are and could be

I saw what you did
What your doing
Their perspectives and desires

Pushed in the gut, you know that one space, around the naval

It’s uncomfortable and sick, its twisted and lonely
Why did it happen this way? Was  it my desire or yours

In the end you walked away
With your back and your tears
With me on my knees

I woke this morning
Not sure if you did

I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep
Maybe week