Publisher's Synopsis
THREE EPIC POEMS CENTERING ON THE BASICS OF DEATH. HERE IS A SAMPLE FROM ONE OF MY POEMS. THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN EMOTIONAL VAMPIREI'm going insanethings are not quite the samethere's a wet, pillowy feelingsuffocating my brainI'm losing controlit's taking over the showits got my mindnow it wants my soulR.I.P.The Vamp Which Lies Deep Within Us All upon first awakening to a brand new first dawn of man-a blood thirsty moon-shows mixing its brightening whites and diminishing colors-currently transforming itself inward to set forth self-propelling spokes slicing and dicing all in an every kind of way absurdly setting off a touch of disorganized blackens you blue silver shade of far out hindsight-everything is evil that reaches from the bowels of hell-touches over an engulfing blaze which ha been specifically set to send all to burn ourselves alive-look out over there in the wild blue yonder-shines brighter than neon city night-through you I ask in an egocentric way-for me and you to enter a new plane of dementia-and it also just between me and you that I will through you ahead of myself giving you the lead to tear down the front walls of life here after-of course I will be stationed at the end of the line-backing up whatever disastrous trap you may on may not have set for myself-to go on plummeting down in the bottomless soul in which keeps my vacated lazy and full of sorrow remorseful mind-an injury of a mind worn and torn-not able to be salvaged by any sane minded crew injury that was previously discussed opens many absent dimensions of a surreal dimension-or yes even better yet-a parallel world filled with human like flying predators searching to seek out the next innocent minded simple ones to pounce on and destroy doorways outlined with totem poles holding the faceless souls brave enough to walk into that other world-yet not smart enough to escape it out alive-appears to me, myself and the all of you-that this happens to very well be your last saving grace at undoing your warped ways of a repetitive appeals for success that have always gone uncounted for tonight the tracking device is set on high for fresh minded humanitarians-a ravenous prowling is just beginning its countdown-they have finally and dutifully set in and honed in on you-beginning its mission sent from the prayerful overlords of mass destruction-which reign within us all scorching of climatic pulls of forces inside your world by the wayside-sets the background for the love/hate spiritual warfare which is taking place inside your craniums theater of war-a mental illness which follows you at every turn distracting one thought from another one by one-meanwhile taking place in your very reclusive and wrongfully yours truly deepest retreat and down, down, down depression-including your deeply grave defense mechanism and intensely sedated view from places far in between basins of magical poison mingled with drugs harmonious with abusive intoxication and wayward inebriation ghostly spoken voices whisper harsh and threatening words-aggressive persona stems forth from roots twisted with deterioration and wicked ruin-rising acidic blood flowers than tortures you as you slowly burst apart-proceed to hone in and zone out everything you've ever had or ever will have-don't forget the biological side of the distasteful human being your trying to rid your self of-just the type of individual one from the laughter from afar and the howling of tearful chant of the long ago persecuted ones-irregardless of the subconsciously inflicted jump off and grip fast onto no one around scenario you then begin to view the slides through bent inwards and contorted wrappings-which bandage your blackened eyeballs-seeing on how well you seem to be fixated on the screaming whirlwind-you see across three visions in a kaleidoscope of one-let us begin, shall we
