Religious Poem ~ The Burrito of Eternal Life

The Burrito of Eternal Life.
Responsible for all creation.

Bow before: Tortilla, Bean, and the Holy Cheese.

Then, hereafter go and make burritos of all kinds.
Sell them in the name of the Tortilla and of the Bean and of the Holy Cheese.

But is you buy from the heathen our savory Saviour. Ask yourself.

How much more will the mold of Crisp, who through the eternal Wrap offered himself without blemish to Cheese, purify us to serve the editable Lord.

Follow the one true doctrine.
Follow the Burrito of Eternal Life.

BDSM Poem ~ When One Kneels

Down to knees.
Dedication given.
Power prevails prominently.

Eyes give to change.
Earned, garnered, and deserved.

Loyalty now unbreakable, unwavering.
Feelings torch soul.
Burn simply to feel.

Hand upon cheek.

When one kneels.
Leaving worry, doubt, or question behind.
Then: They. Are. Mine.

Heed these words.
Choosing this direction…
Find your truth within.

Dark Poetry ~ Sodomize the Heavens

Worlds founded in grief, aging beauty,

Fornicating: tactile sensations.

New recesses for blusterous children.

Creation fond of sinister de-vices?

Cavalcade of the scars.


Please, sodomize the heavens.


Bastard child, two thousand forgotten memories.

Thumping haze: thanks to the bottle of forget.

Helping a new tomorrow in yesterdays that come to pass.


Solace in lost arrogance, forgotten realm of too many ways.

Too many hair balls coughed up from unshaven feminism.

Limp phallus that is sexual prime.

That was not ground control.


Do you understand?


Gravity has no hold in the space I am in.

I’m lost, in the eclipse, of new-found serenity.

I wish, I did not find the truth within. These words, my words.

The truths that I tell to you. How I wish they where lies.


Self bitterness, isolates me. Only one existence for me.

Really cherishing this existence? Is it an iridescent lie?

I know you cannot see the bitter plains within this bulb.


To hate me is to be me.

No Apologies.


Live longing nights, morning comes, remove sleep…

No Acceptance.


Partaking in weary coffee, reflection stare.

No Expression.


Closing book,

Burning Rages,

Fuck YOU Freedom!

Everything Ages.