Category: the Church of Worthless Dirt

falling out of love can be one of the best feelings in the world.

Hide your beauty So nobody sees it Hide your truth Because no one believes it Hide your poetry Where no one can read it Hide your love Because everyone`s leaving

before you infer that the curse that made things worse was how easily hurt I was by the dirt that you cast upon my name whose to say whose to blame we were incredibly to ready to react tense like a rubber band abound to snap i’d try if I could to take it back…

remember to always be positive, because one day you and i and everyone we know will be dead.

Star crushingblackwholespace craters. Cavities ofand inthe void. The physical sensationof spiritual fullness. The spiritual sensationOf physical emptiness. dripping with dreams.Upside down,backwards,Floating thru nightmares. Rivers of ecstasy reversed.turned inside out.Deepscreamingpainfulsmilingsilentnumbness. Light years of journey straight to a dark bent nowhere. A loose ghostly soulwrapped tight in a shining shell of life,engulfed in an oceanof the opaque…

Hows the past forgotten so fast? Nothing lasts. I have to laughThis sick dance we call romanceHas no chance against the falling sandThe hourglass will soon run out.Like that promise that comes out your mouth Who cares? I dont need yaStanding there like youve got amnesia? Here we lie in a bed of liesWere both…

our love falls upon a silent poem a stillness never found in nature the flow of flower as the wind sweeps between the petals an ocean of color bathed in dew our love falls upon the words of the mute a knowing eye that watches a lullaby sit upon a parchment unsung our love falls…

the birds are flyingthe sun is shininggod is loveand we are doomedthe waves are rollingthe fish are swimminggod is greatand we are doomedthe beasts are sleepingthe gazells are gallopinggod is joyousand we are doomedthe rain is fallingthe tide is risinggod is laughingand we are doomedthe mother is screamingthe baby is cryinggod is laughterand we are…

CALLOUSES FORM ON THE FINGERS AS THE BLOOD OF THE OCEANS RISE UP AGAINST THE SANDS OF EGO DEATH. HOW MANY ACCOLADES MUST BE THROWN TO THE WIND BEFORE THE POETS REALIZE ITS ALL A SHOW. PELICANS PERCHED ON CLIFFS, HIGH UP ON THE MOUNTAINTOPS THEY DIVE, THEY PLUNGE, THEY PLUMMET FOR THEIR SUSTENENCE. These…

Im obseesed with this quest to express whats on my chest since you left our nest and headed west. Your the best at leaving lives wrecked. I’m always perplexed by what comes next. Im like, is this a joke do you jest, its not funny, hey I bet what you said was just joking. What…