"For the Deaf Heart"

"For the Deaf Heart"

lets push the inside outside, relic features like basement jumble eyelids with caskets for bedroom suffix, put the ignition to the 
blood pump and keep ringing the door bell mind attic, creep inside the two dimension Excalibur rendition, poignant meeting with 
business suit leisure craft, witch spells like broom stick Grissel whistles, eat the circus and smile that toothy stretch of land 
opportunity, cross your legs and count to infinity, never met another crippled fairy of the devil so ill keep hitting the soft 
pillow till nightmares scream for dreams, endure the last longitude of battle ships to afraid to go out to the murky water salt 
has been eager to skinny dip into the massaged blankets like tongue dancing in food for soft applause, figure flying , figure 
fighting endurance tattooed on rough skin, inching like dry dosed work melancholy, keep the finger on lock and load, never shoot 
twice.cut open the tuna can, ban the book before the cat lands on its feet, retreat and exhale that lovely close call aroma, drum beat and fluid advice full formed and proceed again, first comes the pause, soon bleak minded enigma, wrath leached blood sucking
church steeples, another round for the dogs of the underground and one for the creeps, plausible understanding, informed locomotion 
entwined sanitation, we have zombie body castrated molar mouths, a free starving eastern heart digital jet fueled compound, speak 
elegantly , this sober anxiety lets open catastrophe of your mythology and mental property,form rooted, devil high pitch shifter 
knuckle dusting thought computers, place the seconds down to the oblivion than start again.

catch ball with a silhouette of a robot, wrecking the inner bred fragment bullshit draw drop, formulate the second prodigal hand of 
nuclear shell shock, a formal divide of what we all thought, crept in like the icy hand of a pin prop.
There is an Allie in your mind that wakes up with frantic images, two tones vintage cry baby tear drops on the hemisphere of day 
time night light concubines, a settling image , like two eyes and one mouth, scream drink and love the wrong one,
falling letters leave blank taste until you learn how to read the vowels, one says , a dismantle oracle of insurgence , endures 
yours truly, pick up the candle light, jackal lantern yourself like Buddhist Molotov comfort, battle zone mufflers, louder than 
the own thoughts in your thought processor, reboot , repack, share the exact, count down count in, let the flood begin. flourish 
flower literature , let winter set the Pulitzer prize winner blank sinner counter offer, kill the dead space suit junkie then try 
to find a bluff on the earth, that sets enough stutters to let bondage blank making offers, penetrate the castle and destroy the 
hive. then burn, set the fire and stay alive, justifiable meaning like naked crow caws in sun setting reflective eye mirror image 
gore protesting sound fillers and rendition five finger discount grave diggers, count down to the soupy ashtray cauldron of 
another mans stalled fun, reap the joy, than deploy creased lines on old hands, cross deficient ring leader strong choke hold 
meters, put a quarter in and see you later.

Ill put back the food on the shelf, with intention of never seeing the truth behind the buying concept, such is a metaphor that 
bends like back breaking heckler informative, an attitude of angular proportion while Saturn rings decide to give its marriage to
some asshole we never slayed lips on, but the climb is too far for astro turfing body morph calender staring, We need thunder ache 
time impulse and slow ghost waves, monogamous porn star heroin tripping, needle execute body gripping, slow cotton patch 
alcohol bandage stripping, multiple brain wash wood chipping, jealousy expanding word written teeth gritting. butter churned lunch 
meat rancid back pack teenage dreaming, pushing the inner circle, Einstein bridge agnostic memory overdose eclipsing.
Put my pallet to use, excursion through, Loise and Clark misadventure time, misprint the ego label insert the dime bag, inherent 
all five senses plus two, cough than turn the other cheek. uniform the platform nervous system light checks the brilliant treat or 
trick with painting face bullet hole slow motion space frames, put it on the wall to let the inner vices spray violent collapse, than relapse the plenty, open up the steamy pipe, cut down the oldest trees, for another gutted image of tainted dreams.

Written by Adam Guerra
Posted on 10-17-12

For the Deaf Heart

‎"For the Deaf Heart"

lets push the inside outside, relic features like basement jumble eyelids with caskets for bedroom suffix, put the ignition to the 
blood pump and keep ringing the door bell mind attic, creep inside the two dimension Excalibur rendition, poignant meeting with 
business suit leisure craft, witch spells like broom stick Grissel whistles, eat the circus and smile that toothy stretch of land 
opportunity, cross your legs and count to infinity, never met another crippled fairy of the devil so ill keep hitting the soft 
pillow till nightmares scream for dreams, endure the last longitude of battle ships to afraid to go out to the murky water salt 
has been eager to skinny dip into the massaged blankets like tongue dancing in food for soft applause, figure flying , figure 
fighting endurance tattooed on rough skin, inching like dry dosed work melancholy, keep the finger on lock and load, never shoot 
twice.cut open the tuna can, ban the book before the cat lands on its feet, retreat and exhale that lovely close call aroma, drum beat and fluid advice full formed and proceed again, first comes the pause, soon bleak minded enigma, wrath leached blood sucking
church steeples, another round for the dogs of the underground and one for the creeps, plausible understanding, informed locomotion 
entwined sanitation, we have zombie body castrated molar mouths, a free starving eastern heart digital jet fueled compound, speak 
elegantly , this sober anxiety lets open catastrophe of your mythology and mental property,form rooted, devil high pitch shifter 
knuckle dusting thought computers, place the seconds down to the oblivion than start again.

catch ball with a silhouette of a robot, wrecking the inner bred fragment bullshit draw drop, formulate the second prodigal hand of 
nuclear shell shock, a formal divide of what we all thought, crept in like the icy hand of a pin prop.
There is an Allie in your mind that wakes up with frantic images, two tones vintage cry baby tear drops on the hemisphere of day 
time night light concubines, a settling image , like two eyes and one mouth, scream drink and love the wrong one,
falling letters leave blank taste until you learn how to read the vowels, one says , a dismantle oracle of insurgence , endures 
yours truly, pick up the candle light, jackal lantern yourself like Buddhist Molotov comfort, battle zone mufflers, louder than 
the own thoughts in your thought processor, reboot , repack, share the exact, count down count in, let the flood begin. flourish 
flower literature , let winter set the Pulitzer prize winner blank sinner counter offer, kill the dead space suit junkie then try 
to find a bluff on the earth, that sets enough stutters to let bondage blank making offers, penetrate the castle and destroy the 
hive. then burn, set the fire and stay alive, justifiable meaning like naked crow caws in sun setting reflective eye mirror image 
gore protesting sound fillers and rendition five finger discount grave diggers, count down to the soupy ashtray cauldron of 
another mans stalled fun, reap the joy, than deploy creased lines on old hands, cross deficient ring leader strong choke hold 
meters, put a quarter in and see you later.

Ill put back the food on the shelf, with intention of never seeing the truth behind the buying concept, such is a metaphor that 
bends like back breaking heckler informative, an attitude of angular proportion while Saturn rings decide to give its marriage to
some asshole we never slayed lips on, but the climb is too far for astro turfing body morph calender staring, We need thunder ache 
time impulse and slow ghost waves, monogamous porn star heroin tripping, needle execute body gripping, slow cotton patch 
alcohol bandage stripping, multiple brain wash wood chipping, jealousy expanding word written teeth gritting. butter churned lunch 
meat rancid back pack teenage dreaming, pushing the inner circle, Einstein bridge agnostic memory overdose eclipsing.
Put my pallet to use, excursion through, Loise and Clark misadventure time, misprint the ego label insert the dime bag, inherent 
all five senses plus two, cough than turn the other cheek. uniform the platform nervous system light checks the brilliant treat or 
trick with painting face bullet hole slow motion space frames, put it on the wall to let the inner vices spray violent collapse, than relapse the plenty, open up the steamy pipe, cut down the oldest trees, for another gutted image of tainted dreams.

Written by Adam Guerra
Posted on 10/17/12

she has a monster inside her skin

She has a monster inside her skin that pours out lies that give birth to more ignorance
and with in the moment of hugging distance everything turns to silence, old picture movies and unwashed hands.

She goes through the steps, as if moving her feet are just operations that the machine tells her to do.

her loose tracked mouth opens with cracked lips and bubblegum breath, a tongue that snakes slither would be excited for
during its last day of dying rest, like calloused movements in the bowl of dirty bathwater, loose change and regretful letters 

she bows down to the mirror, exacting a precious movement, stabbing towards the west position , like cigarettes and milkshakes are 
treats for abortion doctors.

Her wrists are broken tea pot corrections on the long sliver of two headlights and a heroin needle.

She rides voices down to the bone and shatters.

She has a monster inside her skin that smells of alabaster and smoked up tobacco  rolled up and shipped out, starlit and hunted down.

her body creeks like ugly wooden floors in the middle of a full moon light, she walks.

She is the castle high, ring finger pointed to the northern pretense suggestion of confusion, indigested through poignant
open cast staring privilege plotting, self insurged by company least forgetful.

there is no more promise in her voice, just the ugly sharing gift that spits out of the sockets, dislocated joints and sickle cell 
projection.

She wants to taste your running fears.

She wants to collect you dreams and fill them with falling towers and liars eyes.

She wants a place to call home.

She has a monster inside her skin that shoves coal on the fire, burn the bridge and collect the bones automatic rust settings.

she has a monster inside her skin.

Written by Adam Guerra
Posted on 10/06/12