Tuesday, March 29, 2011

to my other

i birthed you somehow
in this world, we came to be
one soul
facing each other in a divided screen.
you seem unaware
of the blueprint you speak.
the thoughts in your mind
that haunt you in sleep.
the stars that guide you
back to yourself.
the love you long for,
once held.
she showers in rose petals,
waiting for the day
you remember a promise
that shatters the physical,
time and space
and all imaginary distance
we've created in our sick,
sick minds.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

date night

romancing my pain.
take it out on a date.
feeding it daisies because roses are too expensive.
stroking it pleasure
with the saddest song i know.
it's all i've ever known.
it's all i've ever been.
teach me different.
to love myself-
by flying a kite
all the way up to heaven
with my name on it.
to show me there's a chance i can still make it.

Monday, February 14, 2011

eating our creation

Stir it all up
alpha-bet soup universe.
boiling beauty before it dies.
slowly simmering at the perfect temperature
long enough to melt the letters.


Dropped my own eye in the mixture
for clarity and heart.
add a taste of my own being
to understand what it is i'm eating.

Manna from heaven.
All of nature in a bowl.
penciled in the weather
to make sure you come home.

Sweet fragrance lingers
like a ghost that's always there.
Awaken that hunger,
for synchronized truth.
Love like air,
when you don't have enough to breathe
but are satisfied with that smell.


Sitting at the table,
you out at war,
a candle on the left
and a candle on the right.
we eat our creation
to end our starvation.
a romantic dinner of hope and pain.
Tears in our cups to sprinkle as salt
for all the wisdom we've gained.


Welcome Aletheia.
devour our brood.
I drink her wine till my cup is cleansed again.
That will be the day we make something new again.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

Merciful Fate

I reach out, feel space.
Lost a star to infinity.
Resurrect an Egyptian boy
Who meets me in dreams.
Embody the overwhelming.
Haunting face; desire,
That gives me inspiration
and takes it away by the hour.


Love affair with a memory
Sinking heart skips a beat.
Electrifies my body.
Melts it from the purity.
Change is consuming.
Live to relive that moment.
Untouched, resisting.
Like the passion of gods when they kiss.


Eyes lock.
No glare, read my soul.
We have a match,
So set it on fire
and watch it burn.
Serenade what once was
Everlasting everything.


Place it on the mound-
To sacrifice self-sacrifice
Heal that brutal distance
as I sun-bathe in steam.
Like an ultimate death
when fate is merciful,
Piercing our everyday truth.
A holy mountain of secret worship.


Built it up like a temple
but the sun died in the West.
Like an altar without a god.
or the Mona Lisa kept in a vault.
Collapsing in on itself
is the newborn child.
Breastfeeding my lament.
Wearing a halo as a martyr.
Stroking it is the Mother.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

This is what it looks like when hearts explode.

 'Moved by Pandemonium' by KIDS TV SHOW.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

Venus woman

Walk to the sound of your own slapping cunt
Flapping about like roaring hands ready to applaud for anything.
Oozing your pornography like a marriage vow.
You exist to procreate wet dreams.

Ready Venus woman
loves like a price reduction-
cheap and desperate to go home with you.
Like wine sold out of a box.

I watch you like the twisted voyeur you seek.
Get it out of me when I feel sick.
Finger my anger.
Braid it once in a while.

Manipulation is your best friend.
Seduction, your spoon.
Lies like bat droppings when feasting on berries.
Sincerity like a cloud.

A closet of competition.
Best hump to the finish line.
Lollipops are for winners
in nurses uniforms.

Obey your sex.
Fake tear gallery.
Fucking the camera
for whatever you can sow.


Love like lullabies
is foreign
because of her.
She likes being objectified.

Venus calls it on the phone.
Labels it woman.
Says it's femininity
When it's really just survival.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Pleasant Hues















                     
                   Work by Sienna Star
                                    4 Years

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Magic of



















Whatever you're on, the sweater stays the same.
Make your holiday party worth it.