The Epic Trip

Lambs led to slaughter
Cling to me
Lets keep each other warm tonight
Give us a night of lust
And tomorrow, pretend it never happened

I want to be alone now
Cut me off from the world
I want to study all the hues around me

Let it rain cold,
The pathetic peons hide under the overhangs
Let them keep dry,
I’ll walk in the rain and
Let my hair stick to my skin

Give me a hot cup of coffee
I’ll stand in the beautiful rain
And laugh at them
The rain guides me to my sanctuary,
High atop a hill where no dares to
Voyage let me be my own person
I’m sick of conforming to the ‘norm’
I’m at home in solitude

I know no one will come,
Just give me my solitude
Let me be the fool on the hill
I go and cry and not be embarrassed
Let me be alone
Shut me off
Close off my emotions and expressions
Take my voyage if you dare,
Let it bring out who you are inside/

A city of corruption
Sex at its center
I pressed her thigh and death smiled*

Wallowing in lament
Lost in the rain

Total disdain of all I see

Over eager in the morning light

In my sleep,
I see the dead dance
They invite me to join

Walk across an Indian burial ground
And sit against an old tree
Watch the ground
See a spirit rise and walk
Before me
He tells me the tale of his life
His words, not English,
Yet I understand them

From his belt the spirit pulls a dagger,
Emerald handle sparkles an the
Gold blade shimmers in the moonlight
The Indian takes my arm and places
His dagger in hand,
A smile comes across his face
Look down and see the dagger gone,
A pen in its place.

Find myself at my sanctuary once again
Reach into my pocket and pull a the pen from it
The very pen the spirit placed in my hand
What seems so very long ago

I have no interest in love,
Happy alone thank you.
You mean nothing to me

See the beer wenches dance in the streets

Take my voyage, see
What I’ve seen.

Guitar sings to me
Keeps me sane
Play it on my hill
To a crowd of zero

People so slavish to vices
That will end their lives prematurely
I’m not different.

Oh he writes “gothic poetry”

People fear what they do not understand

I wish I were far away from here,
Away from all those who bind me
I wouldn’t need much
Pens and notebooks mostly

“When the true kings murders are allowed to roam free, a thousand magicians arise in the land”

Ignite the night sky
W/ candles
Watch it shimmer w/ the breeze

“ Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine?”

Sleepless nights
Writing by the blue moonlight
Accented with a candle

“The only way to sleep, is to try and stay awake”

Her legs go on forever
And leave me in a daze
She is so beautiful
And my type of chick
Nothing will ever come out of it,
She is spoken for.
Want nothing of her

Slip into unconsciousness
Find self at a festival
All of a sudden,
Snap back to consciousness
Wonder what it is or was.

Tried and convicted
For the crime of solitude

I waltzed with the devil

Wonder what death is like

That girl does something to me
Without even knowing it.

Sunshine at my sanctuary

Farewell Merlin,
He was too young

Methodical bass line,
Hypnotized into slumber

Lost in mind
Surrealistic life,
All alone

Wondering where you are,
Chain-smoking,
Trying hard to forget
What once I felt for you

The eyes are staring at me
Never feel secure
Want to plummet into unconsciousness

We had a chance for bliss
Hide in the night,
You crawl through my window

Freedom un-achievable

I’ve seen the evolution of insanity can you say the same?

Her arms turned to serpents
She wrapped them around me
And we kissed under la palido luna
And fell in love

Collapse and stare at the stars
Do they hypnotize you?
Hear an organ, somewhere very distant,
very near
Feel slumber knocking, and
I feel I should let it in.