Pixel Zombies: Lovely Sadie Rose (6)

Oh, Sadie Rose, my daughter left unsaid

Your father cradles you in his clouded head

Your mother collapses in the fall

Selling paintings of a Friday set to crawl

Invisible chandeliers hang like halos over you, my child

We sang and gathered to watch your static dance

So lover, Sadie's mother, provide a heart's shelter to birth her bones

She's lovely when she's asleep, as she'll always be, 'til she finds a home

I'll move back to London and spend my life choking moons

As you grow up and grow old

Oh, Sadie Rose, climb back into your broken sea

Polyphonic waves of praise crash on like anarchy

They say you're Marie Antoinette reincarnate

We worked so hard to collaborate your name

And now it's buried under phenominal grey waves

Pout your lips; sit, hands on knees, conduct yourself in the manner of a lady

We sang and gathered to watch your static dance

So lover, Sadie's mother, provide a heart's shelter to birth her bones

She's lovely when she's asleep, as she'll always be, 'til she finds a home

I'll move back to London and spend my life choking moons

As you grow up and grow old

Hearts are strung up and gagged

I wish mom could see us both now

This final note hits the navel of the maroon beast

Our daughter's so charming, so proud

You can't rewrite the lines of earthquake tremors

Like guitars that try to cry out and speak

Our lovely Sadie Rose is now a pile of spotted bones

She'll forever reside within me

Pixel Zombies: Sympathy For Mr. Vengeance (5)

A dying sister with a devoted brother

Contrive a crime that will convalesce her

"My radical lover, my radical lover aids me!"

Vengeance will get no sympathy

You abduct my child, drown her with neglect

Her death beleaguers you, but changes not my revenge

"This is for my daughter"

I'm desperate, churning around with regret

My only wish is to see you suffer more than I

Pixel Zombies: We Spooned Through A Telephone Wire (4)

The Premise

We met under aprons of fire

Outgrew our skins and let our passions perspire

Love emanates like cigarette heat

The telephone sings

Time progress like a crescendo stuck on repeat

We dwindled in and out, like movie careers

The call of drunken dogs and the need for more than that's given

Took you to a self-indulgent campus and away from me!

We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires

And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity

And greet your new guise

We devirginized our every desire

Back in our homes, housing the treasonous choir

Our fading sun shone anew

When you left and sang

We paint a gorgeous canvas

With electric pastels

But then the illustrations

Start to blemish and pare

I saw the signs from within;

The absence of your French guise

The dogs ahd sunk fangs of betrayal and debauchery inside of you

We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires

And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity

And greet your new guise

Well, they can't, and they won't ever come close to

What I created with you, inside of bedrooms and dorms

And now you've cut the phone wires that held up our empire

I sing our song now, solo

Expose

But wait, what is this message at hand?

The dogs confess about your new beloved

In less time than it takes to cut wires

You've in the arms of an obia

You intoxicate yourself, let the hedonism swell

This fucking curse is a dove's cell

Only I see, the infamous grin

The telephone wires fall back into the city

Consolidation

The city embraces me

A neon caress is my melody

Electric nights, my soothing melodies

Progress talents, chase apathy

(Wake the fuck up, history repeats itself, the only constant is change, don't give up hope, move on, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know. You fucking whore, what you make is more than that you're worth, you fucking...you don't mean shit, you liar, you fucking whore, it will be alright, time heals all wounds, don't think about it, I don't need to know, I don't need to know.)

Recovery

The railguns ride on cellophane
And meet under your seafoam green

Your letters attack like bayonets

That cut the couture from your marionettes

I eat neon purple sunshine, from your grapevines

Like nooses of lust

Who took my diamonds from me? They shimmered so clean,

And now they're rotting glass

Attack your rival kingdom (yeah!)

Carpet bomb your illustrious tales

The scribbled fields of affection (yeah, yeah!)

Devour the roots of your sick gale

Tell me what you don't know.

Tell me what you don't fucking know.

Tell me what you don't know.

Tell me what you don't fucking know.

The Return

I fell under ships that transpired

Bought off gifts that were auctioned for hire

My fare costs three false teeth

My guillotine sings

"My, oh my, you've changed!"

Your freckles are now cheapened sex signs

Your rose is now a shipwrecked blister

You can't sing

I made you who you are,

A callous, depthless day dreamer,

I've come back to say that fairy tales stay inside the books

We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires

And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity

And greet your new guise

Well, they can't, and they won't ever come close to

What I created with you, inside of bedrooms and doors

And now you've cut the phone wires that held up our empire,

I sing our song now, solo

Where do my diamonds shine now?

What plot twists lie ahead now?

Pixel Zombies: An Actor Represents, A Marionette Is (3)

A Master puppeteer embraces his conception;

An awkward Marionette rests by the lanterns

Uncouthly it stands, but by it's Master's hand

Marionette's movement's slow, but it starts to mouth words

"Master, why was I conceived? What purpose have you in mind?

Will I become a symbol of all you will admire?"

Well, Master's age-worn face develops a frowning crease

"You are a catalyst that manifests my undying needs."

The Marionette waits patiently to see untethered eyes

But Master pulls his dirty strings, so together in dreams they lie

Awake, ashamed

So Master wipes his brow, another day ill-spent

He grabs on clumsy strings and proceeds to circumvent

On unforgiving days, Marionette lives in shame

Through all his efforts, Master keeps alive in vain

"Oh, this crooked boutique can hold its share of guilt;

I've spent nights pondering on what rests past the windowsill."

Master's ears burn and cringe, those comments, the last tinge

He raises his brass voice and goes on a frenetic binge

The Marionette waits patiently to see untethered eyes

But Master pulls his dirty strings, so together in dreams they lie

"You've cast another dream, now other than your own, into the passing sea;

Now relish in this thought, of a uniformed ensemble that's drifting peacefully."

Awake, ashamed

Morning breaks with a bitter sun, Master walks in with a chromatic gun

He sets it down on the cabinet

Now he paces to the window and back; he pulls upon the strings like a heart attack

And with gruesome force he puts on a show

The Marionette mimics: the pain and the kills; the Marionette glances at the windowsill

And lashes at it's Master's palms

The two brawl, blood sheds like splinters; the chromatic gun acts as a transistor

And knocks Master down to the ground

Marionette heads for the window; "Embrace a life without the swindles"

Master watches like a slit in his throat

The Marionette waits patiently to see untethered eyes

But Master pulls his dirty strings, so together in dreams they lie

Awake, ashamed

Pixel Zombies: Faux Pas! (2)

We're tired, tired; we set those twin cars ablaze

Stole the pacified sunsets sold to housebroken maids

Drink in static aplomb, regurgitate those rival antiques

And ride the vulture's tattered beak, caress the alley cat's nape

Celebrate your great nights, go on and wear that low-cut shirt

Then douse yourself in kerosene, shake and rattle 'til your bones come clean!

God bless my red blood, it narrates my frenetic dance through life

Now! Make love to the barrel of a Beretta!

A faux pas, ignites the mare's mane.

I'm the mare with the blazing mane,

Choking on the embers of the beau monde aflame

I'm the dead fox with the diamond throat,

Howling at the hazel sea with a sickening glow

Ephemeral hiss of mayhem and consequence

The rewired works of a clever society

Gargantuan pyre fashioned for my exploding limbs

My talent for arson and crime goes unappreciated

Now smile, smile; revel in this serenity

The city's asleep and holds passion for injury

We wake it with dazzling violence, leave calling cards of arsonists

Champagne in our throats, illuminate our rivals' homes

"Put another socialite into a canine frenzy that will last for days!"

A faux pas, ignites the mare's mane.

I'm the mare with the blazing mane,

Choking on the embers of the beau monde aflame

I'm the dead fox with the diamond throat,

Howling at the hazel sea with a sickening glow

"Oh no! The mare's broken into our homes!"

"They're unacceptable! They're like bedlamites!"

They'll ambush us at the river at 2 tonight

We'll shower them with napalm and steal their works of art!

Your status symbols lay waste in a parking lot

Grand pianos frown and pray, couture bags weep as they rot

Jasmine jewelry look as good as asphault cooked in the sun

Your grandmother gave you that diamond necklace, as you watch, you turn to a gun

As the four hundred elite gaze with gaping jaws,

Our crystal chalices clink in the air, the moon lets out a broken howl

We're caught and on trial, executionist's licking his lips

We await our sentence from the glassy gown,

And smile as the audience kisses their fingertips

Pixel Zombies: Hello Kinky (1)

My daughter, look how lovely; robbed blind of artlessness

From my withe arms, you prosper, like islands pervaded with crime

No mother should ever see her firstborn decompose

Her blessed nuances are subject to teenage tastes

So hold your perforated morals

And soul, like voluptuous water graves

These gang wars for your youth are so ripe

They clamor on for more of you

You dance on pyres just to tease the tainted wild

With eighteen shades of pink, you dress malevolence

Find a home for vagabonds like your heart, stop its volatile flow

And in an hour, your calling card, naivete, will shower lusting grey monitors

"I swear I'll never hurt you, and you'll be content with me"

"We'll have kids of our own some day, they'll be modeling royalty!"

Hello Kinky! What have you done?

Hello Kinky! You shine like a rotting sun

You brazing malcontent,

You house a soiled shine in your chest

So compulsive, so compulsive

"I swear I'll never hurt you, and you'll be content with me"

"We'll have kids of our own some day, they'll be modeling royalty!"

Hello Kinky! What have you done?

Hello Kinky! You shine like a rotting sun

"My daughter! My child! Witness this wilting flower

Man is an animal, and you're his primitive desire

Upheave this blasphemy you inflict upon your mother dear

I've tread this path before you, I know which forks lead where"

Yeah! You trampled over the lusting masculine noose;

Hungry to kiss your nape, you scream as he ravages through your skin

In My Past Life, I Wrote Poetry For Girls

All the world is a stage of social trial-and-error
That grows ripe four years into your teens, and blooms into a network.
Now these scribbles & sonnets & crafts all beg to adorn her
But callous words saturate from the worst.

So right now, all I need
Is a deity who's heart is prone to change;
For the imbalance in me
Is a Devastator that pushes up weeds in the rain.

I grow bruises in salt with a smug sense of aplomb,
I throw kisses away towards the sea.
I can ravage you whole while you calculate colds
Then when it's done, the past is my plea.
We are wrath reincarnate, we are guises so worn
That we can't tell blemishes from intent
Live overexposed films, we were enjoyed when concealed,
But too much revealed choked out the lens.

The film portrays...
1: Our characters meet
2: They safely interact
3: True intent and deeper personalities are shown
4: A mistake is made
5: The make-or-break

Routine falls into predictability, which falls into pithy attempts
Shallow words hit shallow shores that resuscitate recited "love poetry".
Vain attempts for something that won't rot at first touch are greeted with disgust
Until you pierce that mirrored veil, the one that resembles your own.
"Let's take off these veils, one thread at a time."
Sunrise, sunset; it always stays the same.
Only the characters change, and to what degree the repercussions are.

Live and learn,
Forgive and forget,
Tame your own monsters,
Love is what you get.

Three cheers for chivalry and courtship.

Hot Amphetamine Kiss

Clever, how the negligent negligee seems to fall so pervasively
From off your drizzled canvas of a body and onto the sweat-stained floor;
Was it just last night I awoke to the hot breath of a born-again temptress?
Did I hear her right? She begged me “make me into that sultry painting of yours!”
Bodies collide under the bliss of a comatose covering, collaborating
With the lessons learned of previous partners to bring about new nurses,
Ones who will examine you, diagnose you, comfort you, and explore with you.
With a quiver and some lust, I head into a stable of religion-free churches.

“Bang! Bang!” goes the sound of a clicking heart,
Burrowed under the billowy guise of bliss.
“Bang! Bang!” sing those cash register arteries,
Your addiction has led you to a hot amphetamine kiss.

About as cold as a diamondized torso in a cantankerous night,
Fires inject their suicide-squeals into this thing we call infatuation.


There’s a shine giving a watchful eye to the teenagers kissing in trees,

There’s a synthetic rose that’s dancing frivolously in the maraca-breeze.
There’s a golden horse buried under the dance floor, just gnawing at your ankles,
Praying that the Lover’s Shuffle will let loose his blazing mane from its’ shackles.
“Well, things are never what they seem.” Shyly, I refuse & let the breeze just shower me.
The fairer sex loves to waltz so close to death, cracking open shells of knowledge from your ever-awaiting head.

“Bang! Bang!” goes the sound of a clicking heart,
Burrowed under the billowy guise of bliss.
“Bang! Bang!” sing those cash register arteries,
Your addiction has led you to a hot amphetamine kiss.

The Scissor Twins

Two scissors live in my dresser
Neon and loud, pristine and gold
They thrive to fulfill their purpose
But live for the thrill, the passionately bold
Scissor Alpha's blades were always dull and content
It's purpose to crease, rather than pierce
Scissor Beta's are razor-sharp and exaggerated
And slice through all that comes near
So when the two come together and embrace
Alpha smiles and tenderly touches cold steel
While Beta attacks and cuts through the pivot
Rejecting all that Alpha must feel
Alpha is experienced, has been through it all
Carved and cut it's way through
Beta is anxious, deprived, and irate
A result of being mistreated when rarely used
But Alpha sees through the grit in the pivot
And sits in the dresser, amazed
It's handles shiver at what they can potentially have
If it weren't for those blinded blades
So Alpha proceeds to draw nearer
And dreams of a world with all the bark and none of the bite
But Beta proceeds to cut through the pivot
Will it dull its blade and see the dream realized?

The Digital Reign

Before my screaming-skull chariot took flight toward Angel City,
I prepared to let alibis pound their way through licorice wires.
Unfortunately, the siren song of the Digital Age
Crawled through the back of my earlobe, and stripteased to the sound of synthetic maracas.
It's crystalized liquid lingerie entice the rat in me
To take a front row seat in the Laser Cabaret.

In there, human errors and accomplishments alike live forever
Through an empty cell that sits atop your desk.
Feuds and heartaches can last a lifetime.
Women stay beautiful forever, and age is as real
As foxes blanketed by newspaper bombs.
Men can finally shield their selves in pornographic attire,
And be as lonely as a nationless army.
Because we're all just looking for love,
And can be found by straining an eye for
Someone always dressed in their Sunday best, whose self-made mask never comes off.
Polished skeletons congregate at the Laser Cabaret.


The Digital Age is an illuminous stripper,
Clad in a chrome-black electric night gown.
She dances atop my desk, recites an owner's manual,
Entangles me in a seasick film, and licks my cheeks with photographs.
She's a lusting hound, her head illuminous with a headpiece of outlets.
Her eyes are cellophane cigarettes, her lips are two inflated dueling freeways.
Her hair is a volatile void of circuitry, and her breasts are a pair of heaving crystal screens.
Spectacles made of summer love interests, earrings like a hypnotic napalm fire.
She has been birthed in a bed of corporate men's used condoms,
And she live, thriving ubiquitously in our nursing, love-depraved hearts.
She's come to entangle us in a tattered sea inhabited by the seven deadly sins
With the siren song of want/need and information.

I remain enticed by the Digital Age's electrical lap dance,
Sucking on her sugar-coated tits that house toxic inks.
"Is that a feeble, delicate wire running down my chest?
Are those lips concealing high-voltage fangs that kiss the back of my neck?"
The Digital Age has us all in it's Cabaret,
Some of us more committed attendees than others.
Some of us become it's highest paying customers,
And the majority receive a chance in intercourse with its clientele.

My distaste for the Digital Age grows with every click and image,
But her dance arouses me beyond mere temptation.
We begin our dance of exceeding lust and engage in our own form of intercourse.
As abruptly as we begin, she looks into my eyes and grins,
Revealing her electrical fangs, and thus her ulterior motives.

Slice! Slice in through my spine,
And soak up all you can for your shamed couture!
White paralysis slips its way through my digital carapace
And leaves its corpse on her bedroom floor!
She stands smiling cruelly on a throne of chords
And lets the oceans clash amd quarrel through the mesh of her hair.
Her swelling hooks wrap around me like a malleable seabreeze,
Legs gnashing at the sight like a sumptuous teen.
You can't wrap your wrists around a digital neck
Or scratch at its pixelated face to save your own.
The Digital Age has come to silence and homogenize
And let its rats congregate and devour their selves.