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Igor- It could be raining

(Rain and thunder)

The Raven-Edgar Allen Poe, Read by James Earl Jones and Homer Simpson

THE SIMPSONS - The Raven (Treehouse of Horror I)


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Spewed Deck- October 28th, 2008

Spewed deck of cards

And the ace of spades

Isn’t enough

Find my anger at your door

Darker than the spades

Devil in his hate

Open you eyes to me

And wash the blood I bleed

Happy to be Vicious

These days of immorality

Fallen Angels

That fall from the sky

And continue to sing

The songs of heaven

The stars all fall tonight

And dine with us in our might

Bad blood burning bright scarlet tears

No devil born

No thorns and horns

We our the fallen Angels

Once walking in the clouds, in the light

But wings clipped and forget how to fly

Bright Halos fade

Distorted good

Lost love

This venom in the blood

Each pump of blood

Circulating

Beating from the heart

To the fist

To the arms

To the brain

Soul enduring still

A demon in the land of devils

Walking with a soul from the realm of Angels

May 3rd 2009

Fuck your cunt

Under side of a raft bloated by a ghost corpse

Seeking to fuck a hole in my goddam boat as I ride

The tides underneath and over the falls

Of life

Rape, kill the little African hornets 

The Hidden Garden

I want my heaven

That’s why I stare at the sky

I don’t hear her call the names

In the garden

In her big black sun hat.

They are silent

The trees can’t speak

Behind the glass

Behind planes, the sky moves

A cold sky that might have been known as summer

Turn around again

Face the other window where the warm spring is

Warm and fuzzy

Lily pads and water

The breathe of life

In a child

Legs running

Eyes smiling

Naked in her beauty

There is only this walled garden

It grows the fruit, it holds the Earth together

The first bells of spring

The birds that sings

This is the warmth

She is my warmth

The first Shadow said...

We were but the shadows

Quietly waiting and listening

So long, so far

We are the Shadow of the Wasteland

Lost images, lost words
Disintegrate
My world that was shaken
till buildings and dreams feel
broke the wind and burst into shards
of reality
broken on my floor
recollecting the pieces to make sense 
of all of this.
I do not remember anymore
What was there
Put the pieces back starting
Years ago...