Nobody’s ghoul friend tonight, I am not the demon unseen before, hide under beds, closets, or sheds, my mask is burnt to red hot ash. I’m slaying with heart wide open here, hacking each victim far and near. Don’t treat me like I’m Casper, and don’t say you were not warned. ~ ~ D.J. Whisenant […]Read more "– mask off –"
I gave good face in a similiar space, and in return saw three stars. Should I retreat and admit defeat or try to raise unseen bars? The inside has broken down again from lack of starlight… from lack of sustainability… from losing day and night. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– three stars –"
The video for “Would You Mind” by PRETTYMUCH Never a good interpreter of dreams, that might be why most are quickly forgotten. I was in a venue, not too unlike my alma mater’s student center. A packed concert area, with familiar faces sprinkled in, out, and all about. I was in the band – literally, […]Read more "– prettymuch out of my mind –"
Are you down for the fight tonight? Run with me throughout the dark, a dark so black just like our skin and gunning with as much heart. Then, we’ll shoot our blazing arrows, burn and rage and engage. Watch them fly higher than sparrows – Fan. The. Flames. When seeking justice, it’s comical how it’s […]Read more "– just us –"
Steady scorcher on the coast. Inland flame does the most. No breath to breathe when rescuing my bones from the heat. Is your skeleton on a slow burn too? Are your veins about to combust? Then grab the ice, make it right, in Frigidaire we trust. Today we take it down some degrees, ’cause cool […]Read more "– heated –"
I got a history of looking back at history, there’s no mystery except running through shit that can’t be changed, can’t be wiped off, can’t rearrange. I latch on to the past, in almost ev’ry act, and it leaves my mouth with the sweetest of bitter tastes… and then I cry baby; no manhood could […]Read more "– head snaps back –"
Someone should have gave you a memo; somebody should have warned you so. Ev’ry day in my mind reeks of death row, so it’s sad how you throw your stones. Got my own rocks poured in one sock then I beat away on the regular. Can’t taze, can’t take my life away when I knock myself […]Read more "– no competition –"