The passions lie of red and white mixed at ni9ght shone threw the escaping eye from passions lie.

One time i can recall sitting back in bus seat. Wondering just how i got into this position i mean there are jobs, careers and goals in life; Sometimes people find themselves in unpredictable situaions lets look at kill bill volume 1 for example. Now we got this poor assassin soon to be mother with a knack for sword play whom finds herself in a small ghost town about to be married when who should creep up on her from her past but her old king pin boss. come to crash the party or make it.

Parking butts on McLeod.

Blazing trails on bikes of hell and high water.

Dancing all the way to home town Alabama round one.

Stars, stripes, poker faces with clowns and dots around the town.

With wings antennas and tongues to speak and be spoken too all around the leather tanned town.

Flags flying around remembering the history of, at the bay after the sun goes down.

Inuit Goddess Sedna

Sedna named for the Inuit goddess of the deep seas. Becomes “Skeleton Women,” thrown from a cliff by her father, whom she had displeased. She sinks to the bottom of the sea, preserved as a skeleton, until a fisherman catches her and brings her up to the surface. In his attempt to flee from this frightening apparition, he only drags her along. Back at his home, he overcomes his fear of her. Feeling stirrings of compassion, he carefully untangles her bones and long hair, and then falls asleep. While sleeping, he cries a single tear. Skeleton women crawls toward this tear and eagerly drinks it up. She reaches into the fisherman’s chest, takes out his heart and beats upon it like a drum, calling out “Flesh! Flesh! Flesh!” As she sings, the flesh returns to her bones; life returns to her. She sings the clothes off the fisherman, replaces his heart in his body, and lies down next to him, “skin to skin.” They awaken the next morning, wrapped around each other tightly

Down Tim3

Waiting wanting needing
What?
Anything everything nothing
Indecisive doubts
Petty Pathetic nasty cruel rage monkeys
Beating my cranial cortex
Fallibly attempting to fuck it all up
I Breath
It is all ok
Patiently lingering yearning for tim3
Trapped in this box of plaguing perpetual withdrawal
Is it ok
Is it gone
Is it lost
Is it abandoning
Or is it doubting
Tim3 will tell
Down tim3 to wait and bleed

Solitude

Alone, misunderstood and miserable, battling myself from within the dark recesses of my own cerebral cortex. I look at the world through empty glass eyes. Watching, hearing, knowing others as they interact amongst each other, paralyzed, I hide within the deep dark shallow shadows of my own self created incarceration. The anxiety, like boots of concrete, pulls me under as I drowned in my own self pity, denying myself any true joyful interaction. Black cold numbing emptiness hindering any contact with humanity. Oh how I yearn to feel and freely express unconditional love toward another human being. Bound behind a solid grey stone wall memories of loss, abandonment and ridicule suppress any hope of escape or recovery from this bleak prison. A slave to the vampires of my history whom bled me dry of confidence and self worth, ever haunting. How will I survive under this on sloth of misery and pity, is there salvation for the likes of me? I want to cry but a life time of conditioning has disabled this meaningful emotional reflex of relief. Creeping death my only confidant in these, the dark days.

Rebirth

Alone I stand atop a green grassy hill side, fresh air untainted dancing and playing among trees exposing the barren auburn full moon, encircled by a pure white blazingly bright halo around its entirety. I inhale deeply its true love given freely, unconditionally, without hesitation it fills my lungs spreading and seething like blood in water threw my ethereal body of living energy, blood, soft and hard tissue. Oh how I loath and love the sight my betrothed mistress mother in her pure prime. The beast awakens with a sigh and stir deep within my belly. Not even the heart or soul of a diligent warrior can encumber this beasts inferno of passion, blood and rage. I attempt to subdue the rebirth of this monstrosity in vein, it will not be denied its mother mistress’s call to arms. First my torso, contorting my innards in agony then snapping and stretching my ribs, limbs and cartilage in a performance of pain and pleasure. Trans loosened skin tearing, searing and stretching from my once feeble bones, sloathed away in a shower of screams tears and blood, I rip away what remains of my humanity exposing raw hairy hid till nothing of true old human self remains other then a steaming pile of nutrients, plasma and frailty. Reborn, the monkey is replaced by a pure creature of prey, passion and mindless mayhem. I see now through feral eyes as though I had never seen before, such clarity only an angel of god could possibly see the world in such transparently bold colors. I look to the sky hearing the birds of prey squawk and caw celebrating the return of my true form. Inhaling once again I smell the planet and its inhabitants with such an intense pungency I begin to salivate ……… Flesh