Red Dot.
rays of The
Rays like Lazarus
rays like sun
Each ray is separate yet, unique in trajectory.
raise of the sons
raise of the pants
denim genetics
pitch penetrating if perfect the fit.
Walls of red open to enter. come, come hither, come slither in
walls of temperance, walls of the temptress, temptress in red, temptress the mistress.
made is the bed sleep in the blood.
The headstrong meets Mrs. Led.
now in the fire its the countdown of the race
the race of the dead.
running of the bulls, matador led in matador red.
Red matted fur, blood of the surface between self righteous legs.
punctured, dotted, decorated they bled.
For each of us, one of the best, one of the best of you. One of the best of us.
one of the winners, but what do we win now? Said the finalist, said the already crowned.
coaxed by the order, the order of success never forget you’re one of the best
You won, we won, I guess.
a life, a life of duress, distress, red sirens, red silence, red necks.
red flags, red scare red scar dark red sundress.
Red dots on my face posed and pointing red camera steady,
action! who called action? and why am I stressed? it's just a red dot that's aimed at my chest.
red blinking the camera, the light blinking revs, the red of my engine, hot. Now that I'm filling with stress.
skies scarlet horizon, God's homage to red.
Thine red rivers roaring, gorged wet with interest.
ancient ancestors.
flickering red flashes, fluttering heat, and the filling of caves like echoes of passes, passes of paint.
paint strokes to Damascus, exploiting the masses, this writing of passage.
breaking the news
news broken like wind, of renowned discoveries, new found artifacts are just art, in fact.
Red, red, read all about it.
audacity for parents who read me all wrong.
Rapping my red-covered fingers for wrongs.
the Wrongs that I’d painted.
on modern cave walls.
I wonder if cavemen had similar faults.
crowning kings, crowning babies, nativity beds
Red rivers connect all living all red, and everything written
everything written of what Jesus said.
Heard the Word and Red the Bible.
Both the beginning and ending the same.
If history Is real
Then Israel's dead
If history binds
with bounds to repeat
then repeat so it will, since repeat is all they fucking teach.
just like the textbooks bound and pressed.
History serves us a test.
its too bad we cheat.
let's try biting the hand in which media’s fed.
Because conflict means controversy, liberal or red.
and since nobody can agree on what the fuck was said
push the red button.
Repent or digress, I guess.
that was easy (fx)