prefected rose

the perfected rose is yet to come
black pedals with robust moist curves
subtle rose scent with a sandal wood twist
a thorn-less stem and black chrome kiss 
expressions of thoughts drive her senses to bliss
feeling of lust you would swear was amiss
sold in twelves your intention will never miss
silent seductions

Apache scorn

The Apache scorn has an edge of its own
Sharpened it cuts or cleaves even through bone
Nothing is wasted when a kill has been made
All the way down to bone beads that they trade
Spring steel shaped that slices through flesh
Wrapped with ceramic to keep the steel looking fresh
A quarter inch thick and over twelve inches long
There is no job to big if an attitude goes wrong
A limited number is all that exists
Preferred quality that your life insists
a silent blade in which you co exist
Permanently Silenced  

Eaten alive

Eaten alive while lying there in the dark
Torn apart as thoughts growl and bark
A feeling of fire from the pit of the soul
A raging fire out of control
creative energy flows as the pen begins to roll
Harnessed like power as a flame eating coal
remembered by deeds not by a name
A dark existence in the anonymous game
silenced

obscure

When your viewed half the man your supposed to be
Life's legal scales are tipped in your favor exponentially
The measure of a man is not the degree holds
Nor the net worth of which everyone beholds
Its the edge you have when all the cards are down
The fact that no one knows from where your skill set abounds
collecting cash from obscure deals gone wrong 
A tracker of sorts hells hound stomping along
Theirs not enough cash  to make me an insecure fool
Its funny how their jealous hot messes stand there and drool
Ill take their bank and let them try to buy cool
The fact of the matter is attitude is not learned ,brought, or sold  fool
 your born with the Silent obscure tool  

Memories of mom past

Sitting alone in a wild field of flowers
Remembering her goodness for endless hours
Taking a day to remember the best
Placing a fresh plant where your mind comes to rest
A partner in life second to none
Raising her brood forgetting her self as number one
Giving her life to save three more
A lesson we survivors should learn to adore
Gone but not forgotten your love lives in Our soul
Moms Silent wild flowers growing out of control

clearly a family tradition

there is a survival instinct that's for sure
a deep rooted family tradition  that's gauranteed pure
corn and  nature boiled crystal clear
absolutely depression safe at 200 proof
100% white lightning in a ball jar
guaranteed to leave their brains swing ajar
cut it or drink it straight
the surface holds a bead so you wont have to wait
light the stills and burn em long
cash is scarce and the banks won't wait
figure it out fast before its too late
my great grand pops ran it as can i
the conections are still there as am i
a three state run with a sandwich and a gun
silent cash and the job is done 
   

rich poor middle class no more

rich or poor the middle class is no more
a modern outlaw is made
a crooked path is laid
the survivor will be
the back woods skilled are we
a roll of the dice
the old game of cats and mice
the dark horse has come
are they loaded or are they a bum
silent ways surviving  dark days

hollow hell

the eyes are the window to your soul
a enraged burning out of control
a heightened animalistic sense out on patrol
as the full moon rises in the cold clear sky
stalking my prey my cold bottomless eyes extract a sigh
the connection is made and a new path is laid
its game on as the pleasantries and banter flows
a single sided world where the heavy charm rolls
extracting connections one move at a time
playing with the minds of  over paid pawns
boiling their brains like a plate of prawns
my hunger is outrageous and my life is a hollow hell
a silenced view into the cold bottomless eyes of mine
a clearer view of the hollow hell i see in thine
silent hell      
 


 

feeling of hate

there's overwhelming a feeling of hate
warm embraced word of which the actions must wait
like when two part epoxy's mixed it seals the fate
when kept separate and there's been stability till  late
an angry avalanche is growing as it rolls
an injured group with nothing left to loose    
armed with dark secretes from the past
silently swinging a legal noose at last

Hillbilly scorn

Hill Billy scorn is a silent payment plan
Feeling ok you keep making your demand
reality hits you like a pillow case full of cans
final dead blow to your unrealistic demands
Keep poking the bull you'll get the horn
A black silent fry pan is a hillriddens swung scorn

Glass house

One who lives large in the glass house so grand
One thousand dollar purse full of rocks in hand
hanging and accusing at the drop of a hat
Forgetting aquired goods in excess of an hundred grand.
9/10's of the law is possesions in hand
From the clean side with a clear view of that plot
accusations are flying and yall have forgetten what youve got
Manipulator of silence Or a view of the facts
With nothing to loose youll never fall through cracks
marriage is a bond that ties a lion on a lamb
Money and tools tie you to the land
Existing Silent and free or slaughterd lambs are we
Hard knoxxx was my school
With warm regards to thee
The,
Silent Fool