Stay

Hand on the rails and. Hand in the fire. The damage thats done by. Love and desire. Summon the courage. Find the strength. Whatever it takes to any length.

Stabbers Of The Knife, By Kenny Pelts

Sorry My Dear

(McAlinden / McDonald). Picture a prison in a darkened cell.. Battlements and moat,. A palace serves as well.. Charmed and blessed,. Your easy life.. Daylight's gone,.

Softer Sounds

the sheep----- tonight they weep. FEAR -----for the feeding. GASP------clutched in groups. no they dont. no they dont hope. . X2. . these poor sheep tonight they weep.

Soaring Quails

Shake This Mountain

(Hutchison). I've lost the inspiration. I went out west to find.. Believed this pain and sorrow. Was out of sight and out of mind.. No more love and understanding..

Sex Raptor

Your legs are sweet and they look like ivory. I can smell them and taste them at the same time. My mouth waters with anticipation. We're together and I'm alive.

Seven Tentacles And Eight Flames

im mezmerized. a servant to the light. a victim to the red and blue. green, yellow and white. lingering so lovingly. to the songs so gay i scream. brighter than the stars themselves,.

Sand

walk with me my monster- but close those crusty eyes. the sounds i make may be abrasive- but youll be all right. turn off all your senses and pretend youre home.

Purple

Pol's Voice

Octopus On Fire

Right now, in the heat of my head. a flower blooms that was already dead. decembers long gone. but these fields are forever frozen. ......and everything she said.

Never Not Going To

I brought myself to your attention,. for someone in my situation. the biggest crime against love is having none. Not a million miles from here,. not over there.

Natural Law

(McAlinden). Under the mantle of the stars,. By the slow waves of the sea,. On a bank of sand we fell. Like fruit from a laden tree.. And in the morning, with the clean slate of day,.

Manateen

i feel like im becoming. a butterfly. or a golden bee. my smiles like razor blades. when i smile it cuts bloody deep. my body is in the magazines. my face on the tv.

Lord Gold Throneroom

the lights are on. the tvs off. the floors are flesh and silk. both sinfully soft. skin glides over silk. and silk glides over skin. the penthouse is alive tonight.

Letter To Anne-marie

(McDonald / McAlinden). Your letter got here this morning. With a bill and a bailiff's warning.. Your postcard's pinned in my kitchen.. My letter's ready for sending..

In The Wake Of The Bunt

Immense Defecation Of The Buntaluffigus

Imitation

(Hutchison / McAlinden). You could say that the end was beginning. From the first day when I was still falling. In love with a mystery lover,. But the book didn't live up to the cover..