Kingdom Came
Deep
Within the Kingdom's Heart,
Black blood hardened
And cracked apart.
Fine new spires jetted up,
Helped
By bejeweled fingers corrupt.
Reinforced parapets
And the blue and gold carpets
Here now
Under Second Sun's Eye;
The place scabbed-winged angels
Refused to die.
Memories
Stored within its drapes
Exposed those things the Angel hates.
They chill the inmates
And puzzle the guards
Who keep both beasts
And creatures large.
A black-maned beauty
With parasitic pride
Held one hundred different identities
Inside.
The Kingdom released them
Now that it's then;
The then that is then
Or the time of the end.
One thousand years come;
One thousand years gone;
The dragon awakens
To bellow its song..
Karl
Karl kept his loyalties
As constant
As the black night's stars
Sweeping through the phases
Of the night guide's soft lit moon.
No desires
Could we find in his soul
Would ever allow bribery
To pull him off his course.
Impressive chick magnet prowess
Generated action
From time to time,
But he failed to bag the big fish;
Never had a three way
With a cosmonaut in her prime.
He'd never let too much love in;
Keeping reserved seating
For the precious memories
Of his dearly missed mum.
Unfortunates,
Failing to win his heart,
Were fair game.
A guilty pleasure
Playing Karl's pranks on civilians;
Pawning TV remote controls
To blind drug dealers:
"It's the latest greatest iPhone!
Good for half a gram, bro!"
Lazing on his daddy's boat,
Lying shirtless
Under Victoria's sun;
Fixing a hole
For the drugs to get in;
Flying high
On a seductive frequency,
The waves;
With their friendly back and forth;
His mind looking for an answer
To where the money all went.
Kerry Berry
It's easily way past sobriety
Always on the lam;
Berry flavored lipstick's here;
Hot damn black Trans Am!
She's sexy psychic poison
Now blinking in the sun.
Her ways
Keep prodding me to prod
Her not to go,
But cum.
She dashes parental hopes
And dreams
Like clay pots on to rocks;
Repenting not this truancy
Whether this pleases them or not.
Her bad girl
Gets the better of me
Making sinful ways divine;
Choir practice
And prayer with saints
Or mirror and the line?
Over doing biker coke
Could make me think at times
Six months
From a fatal stroke
Please give to March of Dimes.
Kreep Luv
Moments such as these
Were rare visits;
As few as photos
Of topless Dolly Parton
Staring into space,
Lying on her back.
We stood like stones,
Absorbing the sun
As our enigmatic guests
Birthed forth
From the distant horizon's line.
Embossed triple-nines,
In handstand formation,
Becoming unquestionable,
Unmistakeable,
Licence plate identifiers;
Their family crest;
Black skull n' bones
Baring sharpened incisors
And eyes to convince you
Of their powers
To observe,
Made a fit most remarkable
To this bloodline
With penchant
To stay desert miles distant
From common turf
And beaten path.
These strange generations
Strung across like beads of blood
Through infamous legendary haunts;
Places, when entered,
Never failing to raise hair
On a brave man's skin.
From out of their vehicle
Theatrical-like maneuvering,
They carefully creeped out;
Obviously pleased
With today's final arrival;
Our highly anticipated event;
A years long-due reunion,
Being second to the royal first,
Most valued treasured acquaintance,
Clasping arms and sharing mirth.
Even in midst
Of these solid bonds of love,
And permanent loyal ties,
Our family feast lay beneath
Over-shadowed feelings one meets
When surrounded on all sides
By the shallow open graves
Of one's beloved dead pets.
