“I always see you. I see you when I’m not looking at you, I see you when you’re not around.” – Love Kelly
Deafen me with the slither and hiss of the basilisk,
blind me with dark light that sparkles,
I said blind me with your lies through my pupils,
blind me with the sun gleaming so bright,
let me cry blue.
Take away my sense of touch by poisoning my veins with the venom of a broken heart,
your smell is foul like Haiti’s Cerberus,
can I taste you?
The taste of acid rain.
Land of the Voices
why must you pick up the stray dogs on the way
while I’m still strapped to the hospital bed,
wishing to have physical pain more than the mental-
Reflection of me four years ago
you’re tainted,
when I thought you were everything I am not-
pure against bad,
even Lucifer had wings before he became the devil.
My mind is bandaged along with my arms to the electric chair,
and the lights go off,
I am in the Land of the Voices.
Pour the bengay and the icy hot down my throat,
let my heart stretch through my chest,
given a few minutes to hear my heartbeat rock,
my breath rattle.
No one is supposed to be as beautiful as the person your with-
your action determined your trait,
why must the black smoke-
surround me?
You sleep peacefully;
I twist and turn,
falling away from my blue fleece blanket
to the hard carpet floor
over the fact that you can still sleep peacefully at night.
I almost hated you,
I almost loved you too much,
I almost killed you
yet I still want to feel the trace of your touch.
“Men hide their emotions, Butta…you bury yours.” –Love Sulenio
I don’t feel like being on earth
so I rest my feet in my nightmares
where the voices are never clear
and you strain to hear the meaning.
give me a sign,
any- to which I don’t belong
tell me I don’t deserve to be happy-
only to be plain.
I’m prideful,
selfish vanity,
so, so stubborn-
forgiveness is not in my favor,
and as I crash,
I will drag my sons and hang them with my sins.
Let the truth shine yellow.
Ancient habits that cause the best to detach from me-
trifled with wantonness,
makes me sick to my stomach.
Notoriously secretive with my past pain
caused more pain
in leaving you-
and as you grow farther away
I want you to hold still,
stay,
because I love you,
but I left you-
only because I loved you enough—
not to hurt you.
“ I can’t give you what you want or deserve.” – Love Joel
Nastiness of life,
meanness of death,
what else is there?
Land of Voices
take me as your own,
guzzle me into your world-
no other,
forever more.
Thrust me into the real world where people are no longer good
where no one is your friend
where hurt lurks around every corner
and eyes follow you.
Who am I?
The dead are dying,
and I must prepare for what might happen by accident-
unequivocal disaster.
I’ve never regretted
so why now, in my nightmares must I regret
not trying harder for you?
You’re always in my mind-
get out,
stay out,
you do me no good in there,
and if you only knew
I fell in love with you
over and over again,
and I would do it-
over and over again-
you will never know,
my first real secret love,
I’ve drowned without water.
“No one will ever love you like I love you, no matter where you go I will forever love you.”. –Love Fah
Tug of war
tear the limbs apart
and the heart-
shred it.
Things that love made me do
I started a war with me-
again and again-
and again and again.
Here are the wasted moments to come.
Your eyes twinkled as if they were stars
yet it was all falsehood of mind.
I’ve become dead love broke;
rape me in the project hallways,
take my virginity
underneath quick sand
as I sink deeper-
into the want of loving again.
Bruise my insides until they burst,
punch my soul ‘til it turns loose,
let my soul bleed red.
Drum roll please-
no more voices,
let the land disappear-
it is the moment of truth.
I love you---
but do I love you enough,
to love you.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
