THE FLEA MARKET

To hell with the fervent prayers spat from weary lips to hell with wasted youth hoping for brighter times My ancestors deserve no explanation when I'm haunted by visions of a distant nation when my identity is the shadow of my destination. Sowed in this dark soil my dreams bear a fairer complexion. I fight for the chance to be the next slave as the former is casually tossed in his grave Understand I do so not willfully but because my aspirations are fed with willed folly I believe in the land of bright lights though all that glitters is not gold. I believe in the land of free expression though empty barrels make the most noise Do not question my borrowed perception for you seek a fruitless inquisition Who are you to doubt this,my beloved inception I find peace in this nation of lust and envy and proudly pledge allegiance to a land I've never seen I gladly accept I'm a spawn of misfortune concocted in a continent of despair waiting to be cleansed by the ...

From her lips escaped a whimper, as my flawless token was laid on the alter. This was not the time to falter, for around stood fellows of the dark clad in shadows of the fallen master. A sullen hymn was raised by the priest, to greet the icy fingers reaching from the east. Guttural exaltation echoed in the twilight, placing my beloved sacrifice in a peaceful trance. This was no Isaac to the cause for through her eyes her soul itched for a chance. Handed the sacred instrument of initiation, I approached my beloved with unsolicited invitation. My breath was that of a million, my senses were that of a legion, and my conscience was that of the vilest abomination. Her scream cut through the great hall, quickly followed by orgasmic sighs from the fallen. Bathed in the blood of my beloved's womb, I was eager to refresh my impatient ghoul Sweet to the tongue and smooth to the throat, my beloved's blood was indeed nectar. My long awaited initiation was finally ...

without a doubt I know what love isn't but then again I wonder what it could be is it the painted meadow we see on the tube? or the nightmarish stories told by the jilted? frankly my untamed naivety wishes love were everything. if love were a science, you'd be Einstein calculating E = my heart x C square if love were food, you'd be one arrogant Italian whipping up culinary masterpieces tempting my fickle will if love were a subject, you'd be physical education, working me all day and night if love were a car, you'd be a German engine cocooned in an Asian exterior but bully like an American my alter ego seeks to reason with my naive self but then I still wonder: if love were a season, I'd be summer time drawing sweat from every curve and crevice if love were music, I'd rock you like MJ, teach you like Marley and conquer your ecstasy like Jay if love were a sport, I'd be Kobe, Tiger and Messi all rolled in one and still be reffing the ga...

On my journey to hell I crossed dimensions of ringing bells it sounded like caution but to me a call to action at the entrance I stopped dead at the broken gates my feet felt like lead the joyous screams of lost souls beckoned us into the lake in the depths we shat on hot rocks to fuel the flames for days we fed off the entrails of fallen angels as we walked deeper into the void we now called home. the smell of ashed bones reminded us of our humanity whenever we feasted with the damned....bliss was sin and sin, bliss blood never flowed in this perverted paradise. the heat never allowed it that luxury. stuck to our cutlery, the concerned few scraped it off at the high table, the demon king proclaimed his faith in our lost ways. Declaring us his disciples, his missionaries, his voice, his all surprisingly, we never watched the throne for how can you watch what you sit on. scepter in my hand and crown on my head, the new ruler announced himself at my feet t...

your every action stokes the blaze in my heart you rant on and on but fail to look me in the eye on your podium you ask me to reason whiles you happily disappear like you were out of season i seethe when i gaze upon your cocky smile for we both know you are one evil and vile you erect castles on the bones of the fallen on the carcases of souls left sullen enforcing laws and limitations only to free yourself but enslaving the sleeping minds to your amusement quickly my eyes shrink from such improbables wondering if your system could get any more horrible echoes of your fading footsteps spew out parables heavily laced with shadowed obscenities rudely jerking us out of our induced fantasies only the chosen few climb up your mountain of books realising your words deserve a more blinded look at the summit we discover the truthful lies the deviations keeping us away from the skies We stand before you Mister asking you to shut up for we no more stand eyeless to your traps...