Crypt will you open this bliss

For the miss with brown hair

For a triple dog dare

In the air

Talking to you


Taking care in all aspects

Respect the falling of words

To my bloodied page

Showing my age 

The wild beast escapes his cage

Releasing his rage to the mage

Who cast spells aside

On his dragon as his ride



Like a tasmanian devil

I level your head 

By what’s said

About the dead

Scripts of secret knowledge

Of real fatntasy

I see clearly

Of what’s done and been

To the triple sin

Triple X

For unreal effects

The girl played the clarinet

And sent me to hell

To forget about this shit

I slpit ends

Making the edges bend

Living full at the moment

Never knowing when to crown

The Knight of swords

Looking up to the Ace of cups

I have too much stuff

So I let go

To follow the flow

Of h2o

Of no, oh no

Show the flag

Take a drag

And bag the hag

A perfect score to have



Writing Is My Glory

Writing is my Glory

Let me tell a story

Of an old man

Who thinks he can

Out write the rest

His heart beating in his chest

Breathing for his writing

His only way of fighting

The lines go down like lightning

Never putting down the pen

Just a break

For heavensake

I believe in the God’s and Goddess’s

For giving me my power

In life form

Of a horrible storm

Making the light the norm

Of reform

Where to go

I don’t know

How low the ladder goes

But it’s long

And never ends

Just twists and bends

Occasionally good friends

And good times

All in the life line


The book of the dead

Is inside my head

Drifting, writing all over

The walls of my mind

All the numbers and planets

The moon and stars

Inquire within

Where I begin

Writing for passion

In unique fashion

Planting every word

Into place

Trying to get a smile on that face

And seeing the love in the fight

Gives me second sight

When I write



I’ll be simple

And let this ripple


In plain form

Winter’s storm

Snow flakes

And earthquakes


As she reads my hand

Telling me my fortune

Of dark and light

Giving me second sight

In the coldest night

No fight or fright

Just might

And the will to work

Black Magic

I need the dark

To show me

Tails of old

Of fools gold

And treasure troves

Listening in silence

Waiting for angels

Or demons

To show me their true form

Slicing through this mental storm

Reform society

In early sobriety

It eats at me

What I do not know

And where it comes from

Black magic is some

Forming my own beliefs

Walking the empty streets

Of mental insanity

What is this calamity