RMC

Fall off apart my heart is art
and the words out of my mouth
are a synapse that snaps
when lies that I despise spout.

It’s about what we do I don’t
want to offend but where I play
is where I sin but I won’t
shit where I have to work or stay.

Stain this page with ink
your blood line and mine
are not the same but sane think
of what we discover divine.

Mine is not but chum
for sharks inside my head
that fill with machinations come
feel that blood of Christ’s bread.

It was fed when I was a child
the meek will seek the mild
while the youth seek the wild
and the elder seek God’s vial.

The humble grumble
so does everyone for fun
but the shots from the gun
from the lips quick are spun.

Drink down the chalice of life,
the strife the knife will cut ice
that’s around the heart found a nice
thought is eternal and a great device.

My vice is mine injected in my spine,
where the secrets you won’t find.
Because I hide them with bravado wine
mine I keep for ages to ferment the mind.