i plead the fifth and i speak with my eyes
those who shadow the truth i swallow their prayer
the man and woman are plucked from the same tree
the color, the feel, the taste of the skin
we are chewed in the mouth of the lives of the bodies we are placed on
a higher being above who is anonymous, unseen, unheard, picked from a different tree
a hierarchy, a king and a queen, an ace and a spade, a poet and a singer
my words are the great tears of honesty that fell from heaven;
listen as they fall:
the man is built to survive and to survive alone.
his purpose is to search, and to conquer, to claim and possess.
he creates a map on his chest and marks his territory.
he is wide set, haired, and masculine.
the man is tough and strong, a force of nature meant to outlast.
he is tall, dark, unshaven and silent.
the male is dominative of his ownage and brutal.
the male is favorited from our loving god from the two
an honest god we have, a sexist, harsh, hypocritical god;
our god is weary of his life and creates us as a giant tends to ants;
burning to see how they react to pain, happiness, and emotions that mean nothing.
the man was first, and innocent in the garden of evil.
there blossomed the most beautiful tree to the naked eye and it appealed to the man
where he did nothing, for he was born to be a pawn in a game.
the woman is an object, an appeal to the man.
the woman is everything a man is not, tender, loving, secondary.
she lies in a basket of fruit, waiting to be plucked.
her skin, cherry red in the cheek, and peach white on the skin.
she is mannequin found in magazines as a trend, as to what is in fashion
this season is large girls, next season is paper girls, the season after, deathly skinny
she is to please the man in the garden and produce fruit of her womb
she is to give birth to god, however she is attracted to the tree
how could a perfect god create evil, temptation, he created lucifer,
and the woman too.
the woman eats the fruit to be blamed for mankind’s suffering.
this is the man and woman, and i am the creation of both lucifer and god,
i am the truth.
god put too much in to this one, for i too ate the fruit of the garden.
our god birthed me to suffrage in silence, where i speak not.
the elders tell me i have no wisdom, when i have more than them
i was birthed a great many times before, lived the lives of everyone around me
this is the final form:
tall, dark, handsome, troubled in the sea of black
an artist, musician, eaten in the mind of his own
his words move mountains and parts the seas of the left and right lobe.
he is not close minded, the man loves the woman, the woman loves the man
this body loves both bodies,
i am the golden rose, this is the afterword of the rose.
the woman were plucked to the left
the men were plucked to the right and were not meant to touch
mankind given an encyclopedia of knowing of how to live, and i desecrate that book.
my blood dances and my endorphins tingle, and i love the body
and the body loves all, the soul is filth,
and remains filth when poured from a sinning man
this is the product of evil and good; truth.
my body is the product of a glamour mental mother
my body don’t belong to me
my brain is the product of a dead abusive father
my soul is mine to keep.
i am tortured by the man, and heartbroken by the woman
i am an orphan in a drunken haze
there is no god to help me and no devil to take me
there is no good, there is no evil
i am my own god, i am my own devil
i am my own heaven, i am my own hell
this is the life of the boy who was silenced
i ate the fruit in the garden and i speak volumes
i coexist in both forms and i will not speak no more
i plead the fifth and sing no more
remember these words ‘fore this is the end
this is the body, this is the soul
the life after this will be my own.
the skeleton is my sailor and he guides me to the end
and a boat in a bayou he paddles
we glide down the ocean as the sun do set
and he tells me my soul ain’t mine
the world is cold and i walk on its earth
as i crush and mush between the turf
and venom i spit out words like dirt
to the place of the electric and sound
i am the sky and the wind in the dark
and my body rumbles and aches apart
and kisses i bloom with a furious spark
to the place; my heart booms out loud
i swing on the swing that falls from heaven
and the wicked sneer at my life’s choice sentence
and i the body sing the seven
deadly sins, i do up and down
i wipe my face and hit the petal
and find my fate against that cold harsh metal
and in the night the moon cries as the sad winds settle
and find paradise, i wear my martyrdom proud.
i am the body
i am the body model
and electrically i speak
he took my soul
and left alone
it’s mine i say, it’s mine.
god gave me my body and lucifer took it away
and i the body model
allow it everyday
and dare dare i say
heaven’s a holiday
and comes only one time in every few years
but hell is close and i electrically boast
while the bodies of others stay.
i use a hand to touch and feel, and a heart to eat and meal
but it’s mine, i say it’s mine
and he cannot take it away
they’re there by the door at night
and forever do they prey
the gods and demon in my mind
take my soul to decay
but god gave this one too much, he gave me too much knowledge.
an apple of a tree in the forbidden valley
sits with me in a sour lastly
but i sing those gods and demons, and they sing back to me
in the mist and smoke of lights and ghosts i found heaven on this earth
and i tattoo my brain with these gods and demons
and kiss them all away
when until the day
i find my way
i eat my words
with soft stray
so leave me be
and set me free
these gods and demons simply love me
and i sing and sing
electrically i pray
my minds the rosary
and opulence’s my pay
so i’ll die knowing too much
because god did slip up
and the demons by my side
sleep with me in the night
because they know too
that i’m a god too
and in the dark and light, what we call twilight
a new god was born;
a halo stapled to my thorns
and in the hearts of gods and demons
i’ve learned my starring role
my body is my body but a soul is not my soul.
i’ve died and been resurrected and born to cold stone
and nailed to the cross from my dear heavenly host
i’ve killed myself three times and loved to the most
so watch me die again, i’ve got the noose ready to go
my name is jesus christ, lucifer, and the divine world we know
i fly up like a witch and then fall to the know
they stoned me down with drugs, and they blew me up with coke
and now you watch me infinite high watch me get so low
i’ve die and been resurrected and been nailed to the cross
and the devil gnashes me in his teeth like a lovely dental floss
and he wipes his lip with me and melts his lipsy gloss
when i am my own ruler and i am my own boss
so i drink my blood and eat my flesh until the very end
because i’ve died and died and died and died and i’ll do it again and again
because this world is no heaven, opulence is my end.