Cum stained hearts (A Half-Ass Human Collaboration) It was Lost Highway on a box TV In a interstate hotel North of home She was shadowbox dancing and I was rubbing my thigh The rough texture of wear worn denim The tickle against my bruised Palm The quiet trickle of the sting against my flesh Back then She was the sea saw destruction in my eyes The internal battle, just the gutted out remains of burning bushes and Brimstone scented hell. But she was sparks And she was fire The devil's temptress In the sway Too much beauty Too much beauty for this world And so I cracked beneath The Beats Of a charcoaled heart Falling Down And away from the Exodus of my youth and deeper into the sins of man Forbidden juices on dripping chins China doll lines of silken moons Our Addled minds and The adder's kiss Chemical drenched venom Filled veins And cum stained hearts.

You Were Freedom (A Half-Ass Human Collaboration) She was the beauty of the dream of Chaos and stability Broken bones and bloodstained towels Just the simple monogram Of a past filled with Lace and lies The adulterous taste of salty flesh Against dirty sheets Parting lips and shattered breaths Lessons learned fall away Lost in satin eyed Lust And heavy stares... Passed the demons of Past mistakes And unfair expectations Of Orgasmic need... Too far away to touch the sky Some angelic vision of wanton need Freedom in a tangible shell Just a fingers length away from a reaching hand I pull away from the hope of tomorrow, today Yesterdays safety Becomes the torment of the solitary mind. Fractured and fragmented A weather beaten statue of a watered down vision Of sweet tea in a sun room With the magnolia's shade Just a spotlight dance Away Midnight calls and secrets told In angry Words The dwindling spark of An addictive Flame Singed wings Float against The dying light Like dandelion wishes In a black and white Wind

Sideways Bonnie You Were my Eric and I was your Dylan Your Leopold to my Loeb An anti-social sort of social butterfly And we smiled all The fucking while there was that broken arm And my broken nose And helplessness of our Love More passion and Pain than Puppy love and reprogrammed thought. The air in my lungs The #life to Your death Emotionless robots On a path to nowhere we walked the walk Before we knew To talk the talk Sad distant eyes Going nowhere but there was bliss There was euphoria and there was me and You A sideways Bonnie looking for a Barrows out but we ran amuck in the chaos of Ourselves and we lost one another in the fray The harshest fall is realities call We were young and not quite As immortal as our dreams You're the chaos in my eyes Every bad decision I've made from There to here And you molded me Formed me And groomed me For the fall. Leopold always needs a Loeb. and there's something to be said about a Carl Solomon in the dark Where would I have been A Klebold all alone #ToxicLove

Her Voice Her voice is the echo of my past... the sweet soft Appalachian drawl Confidence corrodes like steely veins in the webs of a spider's lair Wispy forms of silky silhouettes against the cold Kentucky night Shards of glass to barren ears The quiet crumbling of careful walls Her voice is the echo of my past... mistakes like plundered villages of doubt Burning mortar and The Beautiful ache Of distance and worlds Colliding catastrophe and need. Her voice is the echo of the emptiness inside... #Whitney

The Stripper On Main Stage She was like dandelions dancing in the southern breeze A Memphis night on stolen Whiskey and a bottle of wine. That sunset walk hand and hand and those Southern Comfort kisses on the wind. She was the lonely star out there in the distance above the clouds. The popsicle coolness on her breath and inch worm lips upon my neck The quiet breath at twilight's peak the calmness in the caverns of my soul My Bourbon soaked goddess of desire. Liquid fire to my soiled soul.