I sang
my songs
of longing..
yay, I sang
my songs
of angst.

I’ve been
the cruel
ridicule
about
as often
as I’ve been
the loving
praise.

I’ve been
the knife
that pierces
and the hand
that twists it
and the flesh
that rends.

And if
The …

But what about
the objects
in the left side
mirror?
Where the
reckless driver
sits and steers
the wheel?

He sees them
clearly,
as they are.
But it is
his vehicle.
His foot
upon the
pedal.
His sublime
or wicked
will.

It is upon
the passenger
to either exit
at …

I tell ye now
the wisdom
written on
the right side
mirror of
my Jeep.

For it is true..
That objects
in that mirror
are, in fact,
much closer
than they
may appear.

You see..
The mirror
is convex
to minimize
our blind spots
on the
passenger
side.

It broadens …

Some of us
find themselves
concerned with being
generous enough
in giving all our love.

Some others
are, however,
more concerned
with their sole being
never giving
quite enough.

I’m with
the neither now,
for I am
not concerned.
I am the love
I live and breathe
through my …

No double meaning
for you
to be found in here.
Because
I generally say
exactly whatsoever
in the fuck
I really mean.

Oh, you don’t like it?
Well, boohoo..
or, rather, shrugs!
Whatever..
Teehee, welp!

No implication,
for The All of it
is plain and simple.
Written on the …

People take drugs
to hear the call
of voices..
holy and divine.
I’m with the people
and the drugs
and voices.
For I am my own..
I take and hear
and whisper me
all of the time.

If only that
you knew..
how good
it feels..
to just
be …

Here is
another nifty ol’
behaviorist Jedi
mind trick..

You know the stick,
you know the carrot
well by now..
but how about,
the carrot
on a stick?

You dangle it
over their head..
just close enough
for them to see it,
and yet never
close enough
to truly grasp …

I used to be
a God-fearing man.
When shit
went down though..
why did He
not strike me down
right there and then?

Where was
the rolling thunder
and chain lightning?
Where was
the righteous fury
meant to smite me?

He only gave me
His cold shoulder..
Very well.
There …

Любовь.. зла.
Полюбишь и козла.
Так жаль что мы
влюбляемся
в него сначала..
но не сразу
вырастают
его острые рога.

Ведь даже ангел
Богом больше всех
любимый.. пал с небес.
Восстал против Отца.
А прозвище его
нам хорошо
известно..

Сатана.

What could
possibly be
better.. than the
ball and chain
that you may call
your very own?

The chain that,
once upon a time,
was chosen
by your ball
as its beloved
home.

Was it then
choosing life
of being choked
by chains of love
until it’s blue?

Who …