Impede my penance
  with daffodils and lilac scents;
 drifting through the whistling grass
    in the fields of my mind.
  Adhere your dreams to my thoughts
like the smiling stickers you placed
   on my tattered books
  in the years of innocence.
    Whisk me along the tired path
   tasting breaths as smooth as glass;
 twisting tales of placid skies
 and cobwebs caught in dragon's eyes;
     dancing in the moonlight'
  the reminiscent eyes of past;
 dangling with their fiery wrath
take me from my dismal home
  of molasses fears
    and empty beer's
      and set me free,
  for just a glimpse
of souls surrounding
 silky strands of incense
  of life and death
 and past and present
   become them
 as you become me.

Dreams of sense
  and incense;
 intrinsical;
  non-sensical,
Pastel colors of emotion;
  often bleed into your face;
 staring back soft and serraphic,
   just out of reach,
 like whispers in thunder.
  Dancing before my eyes;
 Try to catch the starlight
As it drifts;
 Falling right through hands
like dry sand on a windy beach;
 cascading into infinity.
   Without duration;
 such incosideration;
The sunlight devours;
  golden powers
 And all is new.
Except you.

Claws tearing my naked purity
 Taste the blood as it seeps
Drawing you closer to sanctuary
  Live incestual lies;
Taunting the demons that bellow
 enraged by innocence;
Plunging into the frenzied shower   
 of sweat and semen.
   Even the purest evil cannot disrupt
 the smallest ecstacy;
For the soul has risen far above;
   yeilding to pumping muscles
 and fields of pleasure;
Like a dazed onlooker,
 too helpless to pull the child
   from the oncoming vehicle.
 Yet it draws every emotion;
and conquers none.

Eyes bleeding the starlight;
   I reach so far..
 For a simple braise of ecstacy;
    But i always fail.
 I know if i only had one touch,
I could show you the perfection
    The instance of purity
   Surrounding;
But here i sit, with my 12oz watery draft
 Just dreaming of eden.
    Holding back the salty tears of loneliness.
Taunting my desires with azure;
   possessing;
    Making the aethiest fall;
  Attrition.
    Anything;
 to make me into what you want.

Opiate my eyes
  traces of truth;
 Silent;
incestual malice;
  Bleeding.
Falacies of Bliss
   (you)
 Tantalizing synapses;
Sachharine cyanide.               
    Glazed and broken;
  blackened husk;
    (kill)
tattered, scorching;
  the blaze of lies.
   Homocide.
     (me)

The frailty of life
  Astounds;
 Like a glistening cobweb
Sparkling with diamonds dew drops
Destroyed by the apathetic
  braise of a tyrannic
 broomhandle.
It blankets my eyes in fields
  of dissent.
Numb, poisonous thoughts
  Caressing questions unanswered
 so gentle, yet with such undeniable
Conviction.
   Why are you here?
 Why are you in my head?
   I lay trembling.
Taunting the answers
  hidden by hypocritical fallacies;
Waiting.
 Hold the flame in trembling fingers;
never yeilding, for one small
  scaly gust can put you out.

I expound upon your flesh
twisting tendrils of lust
and hate devouring your
soft ethereal substance.
Taste me - Bleed me - Fuck me
For you are silver daggers
Puncturing the last stifling
pathetic beat in my dismal being.
    I touch you
With nicotine and shit covered
fingers quivering like pastel
grey moths caught in the fatal
headlights of the reapers
red Corolla  .
Your feces is gold dripping
from my hands into the refracting
concentric waves of the bloody
pool surrounding my bare
scarred and dirty feet.
Feed me with your piss -
your sweat - your blood
and your soul.

You make me.

Make me into the beast-
the killer - the lover -
the DEMON - everything.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

  Twinkling; Toppling; 
    Down dusty steps
  Cascading Lightbeams
  Refracting Rainbows
  From silvery Prisms
  Dancing in the soft
    dew with just a 
  slight musical sigh; 
          d 
          o
          w
          n
          w
          a
          r
          d
with ferocious conviction
 Until the end captures 
  childlike innocence
   and the cupboard
    opens its soul
     after every
      one is go
       ne and
        slin 
         ky

Whenever I walk through
Softly lit corridors
 With Nikes tapping
And the grevious swishing
 of pantlegs;
My mind likes to wander
  on evasive journeys
 Far from truth and harsh reality
Where only emotions roam;
   Groping its way
 Through cerebral cobwebs
Exploring the DUST.
   Looking for dismal reminders 
 of Splintered swings
and crunchy tostitos;
 and breathless nights
   on thundering rickety
roller coasters;
  Resounding screams
 with arms waving.
But the daybreaks   
  as the sanctuary ends;
 and through fading memories
and dilating pupils;
 I trudge back to work.

Winter Nights
-----

like the wind
  i am invisible
 to your wandering eye
soft and supple
 liquid beauty;
   forever changing;
  like dark shadows
 cast from moonbeams
through sycamore trees.
  i fly through the breeze
 dancing around your head;
unnoticed and forgotten;
   fading;
 as dreams often do,
on cool winter nights.

Well, thats it for now, any comments can be mailed to dkemp@frontiernet.net

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