A Blanket of Fog
If you’ll come with me,
I’ll help a soldier find a way out.
Drown into the sea,
And my soul shall meet yours with a brass key
From which I will use to unlock encrypted messages
Buried within your tin mind.
Would you protect me from the blaze that
Burns within the crust of my screaming soul?
I want to tell you the reason there is a blanket of fog
Over my drifting eyes.
I cannot create creation without the mist
From your frigid soul.
The holy light whispers to my canvas soul
About the moonbeams
Kiss from the sun.
I am of one Way,
Searching for everlasting truths
Beating down on the brow of man
With their sweltering waters.
I am a volcano that erupts
Through passionate valves of fire.
Frosted seedlings get buried deep beneath
The earth’s weeping bell.
Oh Heaven, wash me away
From this singed shore.
I wish to be elated by your wisest star
Burning in the comfort of your brass arms.
Wicked winds destroy me no more.
However, the crescent of your angelic spirit
Lifts sadistic knives from my shouting flesh.
It’s a long look for sunlight
Transforming into gold.
Angels with their wings of translucent pink
Dance inside your troubled waters to bring
About serenity within your burning heart.
There is the song of the wind
That breathes life into creation;
Yet, the kiss of wicked drones is lifted
Out of the dark tunnel
And cleansed with sacred scrolls.
I shall devour fiber pages belonging to the creed,
And humble myself before the Lord
With the passing hour.
Hold me up high so I can hollow out this tree trunk,
And make room for your glorified gifts of sanctity tonight.
Wicked waters send forth angry drums of thunder
Enrapturing my lustrous soul with every drop
Of your thirsty spirit.
I cling to the sacred tail of the Lord’s kite,
But I am demolished by the fearful tower of black smoke
That tortures my winded mind with fierce visions
Of my metallic chest being tugged forth,
By the pressure that builds within this crying rain.
Ghostly shadows dance before me,
And the river roars from this burning embrace.
I’d like your innuendoes
To come alive inside your flowering hands,
But the weeping mandolin cries into satanic streams
Where his voice is carried throughout lucid rooftops.
However, it is man’s thirst for redeeming lost words that
Salvage a shredded spirit drifting away
Inside my laughing desert,
And allows the loving light to congregate every drop
Of water into one solid vessel.
Take with you your entourage,
And horde all your dreams into this mystical fountain.
For I believe in one twilight,
The stately Universe that milks the pulse of heaven,
And hands it over to man
Throughout his journey of enlightenment.
You are my maple leaf asleep inside my phantasm.
I am elongated by breathing winds that surround
Me with vengeance.
For truth is the troubled sky that battles
Within dancing clouds;
Yet, you are the lightening that cuts through
My tortured flesh, and laughs at me with wicked breaths.
These visions bake inside a fierce jungle,
Prancing on the prowl like a lion, jaguar and tiger.
For I have become their prey.
They lunge at me with their diseased tongues,
Only to swallow my body whole;
Thus, omitting my remains and leaving them
To rot beneath the spiteful eyes of the cruel sun.
My limbs are frigid,
And the flesh the color of turnips.
My lungs are congested with a tinge of pain;
Yet, my eyes are succumbed to sleep within acidic lids.
The base line is the song comprised
Of temperamental melodies on the verge
Of spicing up flat waters.
Shouting winds of diluted visions take hold
Of rustic minds, and create festive light
Inside the harmonic web entrusted to nullified prayers.
For to drink from the royal hemisphere
Surrounds true minds with lavished halls
Of the harmonic web.
I either lay my ears in hell,
Or have a voice in heaven.
Yesterday, you had one foot in the water.
It took three days to get out of the vile dessert.
You don’t have to carry your own bag.
If you’ll come here, I’ll save you that trouble.
I will milk your light
And absorb its nutrients to strengthen my toiled spirit.
Arsenic fills the platitudes of my remorseful streams.
Ideas fluctuate through the serrated edge.
I am humbled state devoured by hungry eyes.
For the walls we have built are now the staple crops
Of the land paid to those who feed on the parcel of humility.
Starving shall the next fleet be for tribunal rain,
But the engine shall swallow our inner rays of light.
Blue crush tender by strain
Dances through my stormy spirit.
I am the sour note that bleeds into paper moons.
For this is ancient song that feeds on humanly bliss.
I gasp for air when the steamy ocean
Sends its fire down into my windpipes;
Yet, the weeping music continues to strum
My frozen heart that wallows.
Mild tides hover me so warm.
My breath is ice that swims through my
Whimsical hair and the light that surrounds me
Beats down into hallow tombs.
For it strums my soulful seeds,
And takes in turbulent song
That weeps for the masses.
For the dark hours seep through spongy spirits,
And create dancing blisters inside
Jubilant halls of crescent minds.
My frothy visions have become your shaky embrace,
But I shall not dive into your egotistic waters.
There are tidbits of information
That cannot be conceived,
That cannot be relinquished.
Material minds move boldly across the flaming sky.
Church bells sing to me who has been buried in the ground.
Frozen souls melt into the Islands of the sky
Which blankets the earth with baby blue?
Creamy, ostracized, dreams flow freely
Through the tides of my tears.
Whimsical one, stop bathing
In these foamy waters of your disease.
Plaids are your words that devour me whole.
I am then sucked through lace of this cake.
Cotton candy seduces my tongue
In so many delightful ways.
How can I count them?
For they are more than
I have fingers to count with.
Children roller skate across the spongy moon.
For your are like a cloud that carries burdens of creation;
Only to build and build until you can hold no more.
For then there is a release.
I cannot take a breath
Without crying out your name.
I sing my heart at night
For the bleeding souls of the earth.
I am the water of your body.
Come lift me up
Into your soulful arms.
For I will not be deserted
By your fateful lines.
Pour out your willful spirit unto me.
For I cannot reach the clouds without
Your gateways to heaven.
I fall every time I attempt
To climb Jacob’s ladder.
Rainbows float lifelessly down
An inflated river.
Melancholy serenades salty sunsets
With feverish songs.
Lowly, I stumble upon whispering cracks
In your violated floor,
And sneezing trees wrap their bold arms
Around my flaming tresses,
Sending me further into my oceanic grave.
My glass mind traces opaque
Patterns of destitute streams.
For their rhythms are soulful
And their blood is milk
That wanders anguished highways
So curtly and spry.
Shivering inside a frothy cocoon
Is the icy drone laying alone?
Locked up with the sweet scent of rosemary
Kicking at his heels.
Softly the rain whispers in the ears
Of burning desires to sharpen crazed blades
And cut through earthly dreams,
Melting away inside the eels seductive flames.
Crystal pieces of my flamboyant soul
Caress the tenderness of olive breaths.
So sweetly the sun smiles down on me.
Your bleeding rhythms put my icy mind into a trance.
Steamy branches drape drifting blades of grass,
And immerse my saintly eyes within their loving waters.
Time is broken, and the spongy sheep are a bold fountain
Filled with holistic wines belonging to Divine
Visions that run away from erupting wings.
I offer myself for your jaunting tower,
But it is you who will redeem me of liquid fire
That sings from the ballistic earth.
My body is a log that feeds on trepid light.
Gothic halls breed your spiteful cauldron,
But I frown upon this disease that milks the earth.
Mountains of purple majesties cry thirsty pearls;
Yet, I am not your drowning limb,
Nor do I hunger for you anymore.
Time has betrayed your arrogant masquerade.
I can see it in your jaded eyes.
For your soul is the temperamental window
That pulls the army of trees under shifty fire,
And depletes the mindful valve.
Dark, deep, purple rain,
And everyone is as you are yourself.
The meadow whispers to me in the twilight
Like serenity is the laughter found
Within isolated tunnels.
Plowing through deceitful rays of light are
Your cramped maze and scalding bassoon.
Take a blow,
Only to release fire.
For unto these foul seeds shall spawn
Jealousy and ignorance.
Lords of the sky,
Unleash your spiteful wind,
And, allow this burning sphere to die
Inside it’s own smoky mirrors.
Icy temperament of your wooden tongue
Releases a soulful tapestry of lulling tides
Who ache for your sultry breaths,
But diamond eyes cut through
These angry walls to guide me
Across your humble bridge.
I drink in Father Time’s tragedy
Of languid, troubled sky where
Everlasting sunsets bleed their
Malicious songs into my vaporized soul
And I am a paper moon that burns
Into your seductive flames.
Feathery fantasies drive me into
Secreting veins of fainting mimes.
Empty rooms blow through tearful eyes,
And glazed trees lead justified cremation
Into shouting winds who burn eclectic
Stars into deterrent minds.
For I am the brush of sage
That corrodes salty wounds
With sweeping lines.
Red rivers become the nuance
Of resisting fields, but my tampered bell
Shall surmise depleted valves of
Heaven’s soulful light.
The empowerment of nuclear bodies
Is the sustenance of man evolving in
The mysteries of creative outlets.
For I am embalmed with electric horses
That are entangled with weeping moss.
Sandwiched between frozen otters
Are holistic crystals designed to enlighten man
Throughout his cumbersome journey towards
Revision of his celestial being.
For I was gliding by you
Where the hope just took me back.
Reason adorns me with satin walls
Filled with calibrated streams.
Music breathes into my filtered soul,
So listlessly, as I have become the gateway
To your ballistic flames.
Wonder is my mesh that absorbs acidic showers,
But the tiger’s eye shall cradle me
For golden seeds its foul shall reap.
Bloody waters pulsate sticky & sweet
Through your acrylic walls.
This is the time to dance into electric hours.
Don’t you want to be christened by my thirsty flame?
Let it burn your rhythmic flesh with hollandaise sauce
And milk your 4 minute run through my caked
Corpse that rots outside your finicky door.
I’m dressed up in satanic tears.
For your fever burns through terrain,
But holding out for the loving rainbow is
The need for my reckoning to vanish into your
Ajar Pandora ’s Box.
Seal your loins shut
And let the hyperactive breeze of heaven
Cloud your porcelain heart with liquid light.
For I bleed into black clouds till no end.
Listlessly, I swim through your turbulent body.
For I have become this mass that connects each
Boundary to the outer limits.
Stop frigid moons from licking up your tainted wounds.
Steel minds, forge your destiny towards enlightened showers.
Your are my table from which I consume this holistic meal.
I am now the wine that surges through earthly veins,
But my frothy fountain continues to pour milky waters
Into breathing lungs of shouting trees.
For I shall no longer reside within rotten floors
Whose soul has been stripped away
From this weeping vase.
Your heart dances with thunder;
Yet, I will never let you peel away crusty layers
Of my bloated spirit.
May soulful light shine on your frigid head
With its everlasting glow of frothy undertones
Whose melodies whisper to my liquid dreams.
Fire, don’t you dare consume my crushed soul.
For I will break your hallow blisters
And allow their tears to flow freely down the face
Of the crystal ocean.
You can devour my bliss all you wish,
But my bulb shall not thirst for needful hands to
Brush against my array of color.
Mindful deeds shall spray your body into the cinder
That follows me around.
For I shall not hide my flesh from your shifty eyes.
I tread on broken arrows,
And stolen prayers cling to my fleshy visions.
Shivering waters cry into colic base of my steamy spirit.
I am not the foolish one who will wait for your
Misty eyes to seduce my ruptured soul.
Come to candor roads yet to be driven,
And cobwebs shall dance on top of your frozen mind,
But your angry tower will not crash down upon me.
For I will dismember each piece with my faithful fists.
I will call out to my army of angels to encircle my spinning
Body and devour beastly woes that haunt my icy veins.
This morning I woke up with fire in my eyes.
Your were breathing silently,
Drifting off to visions of the golden steed.
Our dreams have now become one body.
My tongue is the flaming beast.
I am corroded within your soulful tears.
Languished hours of our earthly demise
Glide into embalmment of ceramic minds.
Christened my last breath with the body of Christ.
Let him walk through me when I am
Laying on top of serrated blades.
Shiver me no more, you cowardly storm
That rattles my soul with angry hands.
I am not of your delight.
For I have become one isolated stream
That bleeds through your angelic spirit,
But I will perform restless deeds within my own reform.
For to conquer is the assist in the burning ways of marvel
Worlds yet to be touched by your unlawful esteem;
Yet, when the crying eyes of dawn surrender unto lordly tresses,
The beast shall awaken with the stoned touch from my willful light.
You are the wonder in my eyes.
You are the crystal ocean blue.
I am the fire in the
Night that is ablaze for two.
I am a hallow log without a plight.
For I want to reside within frothy clouds,
And tie up all my fears into the bundle of twigs.
I want to set the earth afire
And become one with its spirit.
For dreams shall burn into the darkness
Of my jailed mind.
Hungry flames dance inside my misty mind.
Melodies rich like butter offer jubilated streams
That empower me with electric trees.
However, it is your masquerade that falls down
Upon its frail, rubber, knees.
I follow you into the weeping night,
Lest I shiver along cradled roads.
Palm trees stretch their bold necks
To embrace my lofty spirit that has
Emerged from your daunt ling abyss.
Savage minds corrode tortured breaths of innocence;
Yet, your feverish skies of darkness drape
Holistic reigns of scrutiny.
I am redeemed of what I know.
These glass bulbs are uprooted
From the synchronized tombs.
Forever as it may be,
As it may seem,
Famished roads shall drink of my elated waters
Who encumber your shouting flesh.
I am the dream that holds the mighty covenant of thunder,
But masterful shall the golden streams be
To those who hail zesty moonbeams,
And glide down into your ivory pipes.
If impairment were a rose,
Its velvety warmth would breathe louder than thunder.
If a rose were a song,
Its frothy melodies would bleed into frigid souls of man.
If a song were a walking stick,
I’d thrive on its strength to carry me into the womb of Heaven.
If I were a window,
My purple hues of light would emulate the spirit of raging waters.
A mound of saintly coins
Collects in the bottom of the weeping well,
Longing to be found by frozen heartbeats
Listening from up above in the crystal sky
That sings to angelic rivers so filled with humble bread.
Each morsel is a teardrop of love and rage
Blended together to create a cyclonic kiss
On the trembling lips of Mother Earth.
Cynical trees wave their lazy arms to create soft silhouette
Within the seductive moonlight.
Misty waters cry for two electric beings
Who shout into this hallow chalice from which
Every musical spirit drinks from.
Their bodies are ice,
And their flesh is an asteroid
That crashes into my sterling heart.
I am the grape,
And you are the vine from which I cling to.
Mirror of my smoky mind,
I wish to become the Lord’s soldier
For redeeming the earthly flame.
I will rejoice in Him.
I will rejoice in Him.
I will burn a path leading into heaven’s gallery.
For man is collected inside the Lord’s case
Filled with ancient relics.
Your mind is a disease that eats away
Every piece of my unleavened spirit.
What will become of me, once my shield has
Been broken down into the ashes and dust?
I hear angelic voices call out to me in the remorseful night.
They say, “Child of the sky,
Bleed no more into the deafened tomb.
For it is not the hour of your demise.
However, it is time you go on your way
And revisit your home within the Kingdom of Heaven.”
I am collected unto You, oh Father of Creation.
I am winded;
Yet, my ageless visions of my youth
Live on within burning patterns of time and space.
I have become one with You.
I have become one with You.
For Lord, I shall ignite holistic flames of heaven,
And let Your loving spirit burn within me for all eternity.
Unweave the pages of my soul.
For my misty visions scatter into your grotesque spirit.
Hunger breads inside this hallow womb.
After the weeping sun has set,
And the whispering halls have fallen asleep,
I comb sandy beaches in search of noble truths,
But they are not there.
For this soulful song rests within your ballistic eyes.
I delve into them, and
Reach eerie depths of your latex soul,
Only to find taunting flames
Devouring every playful tree in its divine path.
I climb shouting hills whose lungs deplete with
Each breath they take,
And I beat down sweat that drapes my tired lips
For relief from their parched throats,
Bur no end comes.
So the screaming trees drown within their own anger,
And the howling breathes life into me.
We rivers burn.
Jagged souls bleed.
Seraphim, cherubs and angels host
My home coming from my long walk.
Sugary music echoes through angry
Vapors of my mystic drum.
Paved paths chant in unison.
Hallow creeds are written in blood,
And the fainting sun is bred.
Electric showers sprinkle their buds
Onto my fluorescent spirit,
And my song comes on the radio,
Creating blockage where purple, green,
Red and blue hues of light reside.
Shouting flames rise to the top,
And the loving cream flows freely down
My serene neck, creating a mass of the Lord’s following.
Hungry tigers siege the frothy unicorn for
Paying blind allegiance to the devil’s merriment.
However, liquid dreams surrender to fabric souls
Who are guided by their beasts of burden
Up the saintly mountain where the burning bush
Speaks to their lofty spirits.
“Rise up into holistic moons.
Let up on savage minds, but never foster
In relics of the stolen heart.
Devour merciful rays of rage,
And create a new time of triangular beams.
Savor the richness of the milk you bleed
In your loving hands,
But never let go of the self in the visage stars.”
I liquefy my words to sweeten humble quakes
Of my ravished soul that dances inside bold flames
Of your dominating iceberg.
I am the fountain overflowing with the Lord’s milky rays
Of sun, and I will surround your burning keys
With magnitude of fluorescent spirits.
With each passing day,
A new song is born from the womb of creativity,
And gives the flamboyant heart an everlasting vengeance
To consume when you have fallen at the steps of Death’s door.
Tainted is my nuance when your fallow has dried
Up in the raging sun.
Weeping daisies give off the nourishing sadness to feed
Redundant appetites on the day of Judgment.
I am the light which does not conceive
The seed that bursts into flames of desire.
For this fire is a drifter that has been started by you.
For the cat’s tongue has blown me away
With your words of electricity that flows
Through my metallic veins.
This beast humbles me with words that go unspoken.
For your creamy river causes me to swim through
Elated muscles of the sandman,
Who pours his loving crystals on top of my weeping eyes,
Awakening my soul on my journey through your mystical flame;
The music that resides within your burning heart.
Your spirit is the ink that drips into
These hallow mirrors of isolated bodies.
For the multitude of these icy visions linger
On through cloudy songs.
This serene dampness is the embodiment of my
Elusive soul that frolics with your tabernacle dreams.
I am your song which bleeds into cyclonic tombs.
Shield me away from your wickedness of sloth.
For my dessert has become the jailor
Of this cystic piece of loom.
My breaths are shaky,
And my eyes grow hazy with being seduced by sleep;
Thus, becoming one with the darkness I shall reap.
You are the light seeping through tired clouds
On a day of the suffocating rain:
A misty river that bleeds into my tantalized palate
After the storm clears the cobwebs from this disease
Within your blind shallot.
I have encumbered many desolate roads,
But not a voice was heard throughout the crying breeze
Until the last diver plummeted into your serene waters.
Shivering are the boulders that feed upon tortured souls
Who have been eaten alive by blind restitution of captive songs,
Longing to fulfill my true essence within the hot springs
Where fishermen converge melodic seeds into one chaotic dream.
I look for mystical notes within the bold sky.
Your song plays in the wind,
Weeping rain dances on top of my velvet head,
And the drum beats praises of her sacred voice,
When she sings the anthem of the Universe.
“Oh universal truths that beat me down with cinder and rye,
Take hold of your pastoral mirrors,
And embrace moon lit waters.
For my offering is my feverish spirit
That glows within this river of tears.
Let love not falter down frozen tongues
Who lash out at me.
For to wander through turbulent halls
Is to vanquish hunger that burns inside acrylic desires.
For hidden within this song of hope is the key
For devising a plan to erase exploding valves of angry thunder.
Come dance inside my weeping rain
And chase me down the blissful sun.”
Graveyards bleed through the mass of my flesh.
Windows to your soul create havoc unto you.
Breathe into the night,
And let the songbird carry you away
Into the phantasm of your glory.
Of glorify His name
When man shall come of age
To beseech all His truths
And rectify his life in song
When the church bells weep.
I cannot justify the lies you offer me,
When all I ask is for you to lay your
Silky tongue on top of floating ministration.
For I shall come alive when the clock strikes twelve
And no more shall the rains embellish
Sacred hearts with winded gyrations
Of your salty spirit.
Tainted illusions haunt my thirsty mind,
One who spoke with satin tongues,
Melodious words that break down shouting ashes.
I’ll be your bird.
I’ll be your cage.
For the miracles of life shudder behind closed doors.
Let the heavenly light lift you up with its loving arms,
And carry you through Heaven’s door.
Mild embrace that weeps for cotton children
Who caress broken tears with the stroke
Of a humble pen.
Passion stains winded graveyards
With deceitful flames belonging to steel heartbeats.
Melodic breezeways chant to crowned rhythms
Of your spiteful disease.
“Oh messenger of dark alleys,
Don’t run me into your burning walls.
For the fortitude of this life at first glance shall not drink
Hazy visions, but shall two roads bleed into me,
A drifting soldier buried within concave walls,
Then I shall scream to my own delight,
And be filled up when the Lord of hallow winds
Raises me up into the cedar clouds.
She lights his eyes with a soulful dance,
And drinks sanctified nectar from his creamy spirit.
Your eyes have finally achieved the score
Of winded towers who rose to great heights
In the realms of the wicked and the mighty.”
Red rivers soak up man’s hunger
To reprise his role as the captivator.
For the longer Mother Earth’s womb bleeds
In the darkness, the deeper the cuts into the frigid souls.
Weeping are the trees who live in squalor,
Because of this disease that eats up the hallow core