Micheal Ace writes

HIGH-NESS
.
I'm slipping off
Into the bitter side of love
And the sweet phase of war
I'm speaking in tongues
Bleeding lust and disgust
Bleeding negativity and death
And walking in the path of a dick
Pulling through a virgin sister
Making her scream her blood out
In a tone that smells pain
And shame
And disdain
.
I'm slipping off
Into the beautiful side of hell
And the fiery phase of heaven
I'm becoming a prophet tonight
Preaching darkness and wildness
Leading men to a wilderness of no green
But fire
Pulling through every boys and girl
In a red ink
And a blue blink
This is battle cry, and no one lives
No one sleeps and no one dreams

The Prophet Hears the Absence of God in his Own Idols -- Bob Booth

Micheal Ace writes

ÀWÈRÓ

There is something in your eyes

That makes me feel at home

Immortality dwells in your arms

When they wrap around my bones

My heart steps to 'rock and roll'

Everytime you ray your brow

I am lost in this poem

Just because I find you there

But tell them I'm not coming back

Because these rhymes are my paradise

If your fears are the layers of ozone

Àwèró, I shall burn myself to CO

Your smile is the path of saints

When they stare so long at the sky

Your hair falls like the rain

When it dares to kiss the earth

If perfection is what you desire

Then stay the way you are

There are nine planets on my tongue

We shall merrily sojourn in there

When my eyes glance at your wrongs

I shall watch them sail to their ends

If your tears ever lose one drop

I will fetch an ocean back in love

So let me make you a woman tonight

Let me write a song for your sleeps

For when it finds a place in your mouth

A baby shall drop from your skin

Then our story shall begin it's prologue

And we can build ourselves a mirror