Ardent, adj: Expressive intense feeling.

...( I take a breath, exhale slowly , look up fingers interlock behind my head wondering why there is no ceiling fan, how much better the air would feel.)
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch but mostly thought... it was as if the entire world could be simply be reduced to the specific sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of ..was you. Sometimes desire is air; sometimes desire is liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight... That moment never fails to bring me into a state of bliss.

 

 

Shallow

Live in denial about your wealth,
Continue your depravity and watch your health.
You think you know how you ended up with all that gold.
I know, you sold your soul.
Masquerade as a good person, you’re a cheater and a liar.
When you await my gallows, you’ll see inside you were materialistic and shallow.
You can hide from the world, you can hide from yourself, but not from me.
I see with death’s gaze, I see any and all dishonor, disgrace and shame.
Your structure will crumble, that devil will leave you when the time is right.
Your ever present hope and faith was in a false prophet, because everything you attained, was
by the blood of the innocence.
You’re free to live in denial, but on your dying day you’ll see the error in your ways.
We’ll have your bed ready, for the decay.
Your grand finale.
Wear your mask, loathe yourself in secret, but I see with death’s gaze.
I see your dishonor, your shame.
Live in denial, hide your disgrace, death always gets reprisal.
Death’s gaze, the eyes of virtue and all that’s true.
When you can see the other side, you can see through any heart by staring in their eyes.
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A cracked skull, eyeless sockets.
Let the snakes slither and the forsaken gather.
Our souls compel us.
Your lies tempt us.
The rage has no end, bury you in the results.
Check the final score.
Once we’re done, all hell will have heard it’s last tumult.
One more heart beat, one last tear, reacting on one decaying impulse.
Our honor will not be forgotten, our longing will be fulfilled.
Pierce the first wave with fire, erase the past with blood.
Skeleton man, traumatized, broken and battered, get up we need you again.
Rattlesnake fangs hang by your neck, put your gun back to shoulder.
We haven’t reached the end.

Feeding

Wrought inside this web..
I’m that little itch you get.
And I’m coming on strong..
Once again..
I’m in love with how you smell,
taste, and how I dream of every shape of you.

That hint of anger..
That taste of flesh.
You seem to make the feeling linger..
Keep me occupied.
Keep me interested.
Suck in my breath,
and breathe into my face.
Bleed on my hands..
The tides washing against the sands.

From your lips down to your chin.
Up and over your hills.
Spreading luscious thighs.
Opening you up to new highs.
In and out of dreams we reside.
I’ll be forever with you, at your side.
I’ll be the one coming closer to the inside..
As we both rip into this night..

Raining stars with our tongues tied.
Faking nothing giving all through the eyes.
Panting, bleeding, you’ll forever be with me..
I can’t deny this feeling..
I wouldn’t try, after all the struggling..
I need to keep feeding..
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Arise from the ashes soaked in solace.
A world in your mind you can’t reveal,
A birth of an idea is the death of an old reality.
A truth unsealed becomes the end of your crusade for morality.
A fact of life is this; Most wars are monetary.

A world, A birth. A truth. A fact.

Find it.. Frozen inside a dismal crystal ball stuck in the gaping raped ass of fate.

We’re in a time line of psychosis, limbo on nimbus float across the great divide,
Face ourselves and fight for bad or the great divine.
We can’t help but give in to our designs.

Explain the same thing constantly, but the ghosts are the only ones who listen.
They stare and wonder, they gaze into your eyes with profound transmissions.
Awaken in a dungeon of your own desires..

All things in a pessimistic reality become dire, all things in hell burned by the fire.
Arrogance goes hand in hand with the eclipse of the new moon and the sun..
One face trades places with another until you’ve been erased, replace, detached and

reconnected in another body, mutate into another soul.

A fall from the highest depths drenched in doubt.
A world in your mind you can’t escape.
A death of your newborn is the decay of a new reality.
A truth concealed becomes a mystery in which we seek.
A fact of life is this; Most people are weak.
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Put you’re political cocaine on the mirror.
Snort me another lie..
Go ahead, propaganda high.
This is my middle finger steadily waving..
I fucking hate you, I’ve got a pile of reasons why!
Start your shit with some one else..
I’m not entwined with your hippy agenda.
I feel differently.
I like genocide.
I know who you are.
A fifteen minute verbal masturbating star.
Welcome to the inside..
Welcome to the maniacs mind.
Sell yourself again.
You know, just like me.
You want to feel the end,
you want to see these fucking whining hippies just...
DIE
Stop trying to white wash me with your ideal for peace.
Does it look like I’m the one in need?
Just because I’m not a fifteen minute verbal masturbating star,
doesn’t mean I want to become what you are..
I happen to enjoy knowing its going on.. That’s right, I like war!
I’ve heard your sob stories.
I’ve heard war stories.
Man I’ve heard it all,
I’m not the one that needs anything from the world.
I don’t need any Nikes made in sweat shops in Pakistan.
I don’t need to offer those starving children in Africa my hand..
Its not my plan, of peace that’s stuck in your head..
So do as I ask, fuck off you dead beat.
I don’t give two shits about your needs!
Your wants or your ideals!
I’ve got my own to strive for, you fucking bitch

Picture(I keep writting)

I keep writing, but I’m more of saving.
Seeking what I’m finding, the truth engraves itself into the scene.
The canvas is plain, the blood brings out the picture, I’ve seen the future of course.
It’s bright and clean, dark and dirty, the choice is yours to bring fourth.
How well do you know me?
How many times have you actually witnessed?
What did i say and how much can you remember?
When you look out the window of your life, tell me, what do you see?
A path riddled with debris and strife or a nice summer breeze?
How’s all the clutter in your closet?
Isn’t it time to wash your hands clean with some dreams.
I keep writing, but I’m much more on saving it for a rainy day,
In a folder I’ve compiled marked by a star, hidden underneath the waterfall.
We’ll take up our lives and blow off the dust, peel back the layers of decay.
Read page after page, maybe we’ll get an idea of the price I had to pay.
How well do you know the truth?
How many lives have you lived on Earth?
What did it take to change the tune?
When you look in the mirror, do you see a picture becoming clearer?
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Just tear it away,
Revealing it every day.
Try to get at me, but I stomp on you.

I’m made of stone,
You scratch and peel your nails and moan.
Bleeding from the finger tips trying to get me to fold.
But in the end I’m standing strong,
Ignorant little shit.
Speak of what you do not know.
Lash out in haste,
I bet your little pussies wet.
Think of me in your bed.

I was born and bred from blood of that maroon mud.
I was washed and baptized in fire and guts.

What made you think you stood a chance?
The fact that I put you in a trance?

Come now little girl,
Still you think you know the world,
When ignorance is bliss away your common sense gets pissed.

I’m made of flesh blood and bones.
Yet I hit as hard as I come, so beware when you cast your stones.
I’ve got a fucking record for killing little sluts.
Step on up get in line face the monster that grinds and builds and in the end kills.
Spin your head around and bash your dreams, the motherfucker with a brutal will.

What happened to your soul?
How’d it get so rotten?
Was it because when you saw my face you lost all control?
Found yourself day dreaming and on a roll?
Thrashing about, couldn’t get your fill.
Away you dreamt of me butt fucking you til shrilled?
What happened to the hardcore bitch that had an attitude?
Don’t want to fight it anymore?
Want to bow down and bleed yourself, little toy?
I’ve been in your head for as long as I can remember.
Still you won’t let it go.

Slunt

What you want from me, blood from stone.
What I give to you, a part of the unknown.
Pull through the black cascade and let it be shown.
My love, my soul, shining in the night of our dismal plight.

Allow me to introduce, my monster’s muse.
The things I have, the truth, I must show you.
These beautiful horrible feelings I harbor inside, all showing through.

I cut the string, puppet no longer.
Beast of burden, inside forever.
I’ve learned to live with the curse of my every endeavor.

Come, kill me if you must.
I am parasite, part of you til the end, til ash and dust.
I compare you to angel, demoness.
You’re all that I feel all I need, all my love, all my lust.

Every vein I have, feeding your pain.
What must I do to severe the drain?
To keep you from yourself and hold you deep within a clouded estate.
Keep you without fear, hold you with my sword my dear.
I want for you to be safe.
You and all we ever had, all inside here.

Do not break, do not shiver.
I have a target for you, but I shall keep you within quiver.
Holding you for a rainy day,
the armor I place over your breast, to protect you from my demon.
That which is inside my rusted battered hell of a soul locked up tight, out of sight.
For it's a lack of logic and reason.
The monster within with which I must deal, like the hand I was dealt.
Tainted and full of tumult.
I wish for you to never see, the damage done by death's brush.

Art though it may be.
Keeps me trapped within the hourglass of rust.
The sands of time, grain by grain falling inch by inch until I float away with one strong gust.
How I must, keep the weapons at bay.
The door of the beast locked tight, the horror inside locked away.
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Load another round,
I don’t feel like coming down,
a case of beer,
show your fear.
Guns knives, death coming in a blink of an eye.

Don’t fuck with me,
not in the mood,
I’ve got plenty of rage in my hand.

Liar, deceiver, fucking disbeliever.
Fucking with that which you should not even touch,
unworthy slut,
bitching about every little thing,
I’m so sick of the way you think.

Straight down to Hell,
I’ll carry the battle,
splattered against the wall,
you’ll be nothing but a stain,
my enemy, you shall remain,
not once shall you complain,
for you shall die by my hands, and through the use of brutality,
in my God’s name,
this fight will not be in vain!

I will conquer,
your soul I shall devour,
you are not devout,
not worthy,
you are a mere appetizer for the beast that consumes chaos,
you are the simplistic reason for murder.
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Fucking cunt,
you god damn slunt.
Get out of my sight,
you make me fucking sick.

Every time I see your God damn face,
I want to vomit.
Get the fuck out of here,
before I anally rape you with a bottle of beer.

The only feeling I have,
is feeling like yelling.
DIE!!!

The shit you say makes no sense,
you just keep pouring out more trash,
you haunt me with your idiocy,
you harass me endlessly,
this must cease,
this must halt,
may your body be vaulted into a wood chipper,
may you be stalked, raped, and murdered by a guy like the ripper.

I pray you die!
I hope your last moments are agonizing,
I hope you are sodomized!
I hope some one snuffs you out on film,
I pray they make millions selling it to KIDS!
YOU FUCKING SLUNT!

Fist cracking bones,
eyeballs popping out of your skull,
blood spurting every where,
you filled with fear,
belly slit,
large intestines hanging out,
anus ripped & torn small intestines protruding,
vaginal area open raw, shredded by teeth of a buzz saw.
dieing for all to see,
soon it shall pour in,
the fucking money