Infinity

Death is infinite

And i am infinite
liars, decieters

and plagueanisms
plus two or three

and maybe none
I am unborn and

losing to a female being born
I summon spirits

and spirits summon me
it's not nothing

it's bush dancing
and religious voodoo fever
goats cut throat and

the blood rejuvanating
I am infinite in the

death but stilly early rising
i am blood i am filth

but blood and me
will be dying pure
choosing a path,
but remember the path

chooses everyone
and it's not the choice of good

but energised romantic spirit
who desire more
love for redemption
the devil dosent condem you

god halts you and makes
you watch the devil at play
until you want
some more then
your path is leveled
like the goat
that's blood was

being rejuvanated buy
pure neccisty only to be told

you were already dead

this is phase 2

but wandering
how blackness

will equal whats envisaged
you eat grass
and hop like a bug
croak croak croak croak
something minus
you remember being,
before you step out and

this is last begining
until you begin again

Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011

A Quote

"Is my brain too loud for you whispering ears"

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Weary Mind And Bones

Following time through the beginnings
and beginnings only so far along tha way
winding and binding all the pictures
to put back into a whole of thereabouts
i pondered my escaping existence
for only he knows how long it will be for


thy not one to refuse his higher reputation
that the conquered will forever un whole
and that the conqurees will always be
whole of your holiness that i envisaged
bring out the truck and dump not need anymore


for the sun will peak for today
but tomorrow only evil or evil itself
can envisage a dead mans soul
for went when or where i go
i insofar that high aboves lust and love


but only to the stars that is
begin to whisper a kind gas of utility use
that i begin to live within my means
and tested there shore enough
that begins the healing of my weary mind and bones
Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011

Pauper Reborn

Pauper Reborn

The cold nights in his delving and
the ill fated breath of deathness
the pitty and the brown penny coins
of longing solitude and salary
the smoke the filtering of the city's lungs
patched up spots and
grimey illaminate shine
the laughter the death the
dissapearing and swimming of the soul
higher classes clash spit and
shine of those boots
air lingers cold those
blackened fingers snap a meager biscuit
hollowness of shallowness
death not be remembered
though shall it be refused
for it ceased to be heared
know fear shall balance the weight
of falling on gutter times
breathing in the last supper of air
and remembering times before
cast a wave of wind into the black sky
and be reborn like jesus

Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011