The following are a number of poems written by Sonny.
Anvil
a brisk autumn wind
washes in through my window
and draws her fingers
across my slumbering eyelids
somethings wrong
says a cold whisper
this wasn't the straw
it was the anvil
Sadalof
through wooden double doors,
like walking through a time machine
but destination not set back to a date of great significance
not time nor place that might spark important controversial
and social discussions at the tip of a thrusting vocalized spit sward
not science nor religion defied
not the place great historians rigorously and brutally debate over
inside text books and universities
no
these wooden doors
cracked and sullen, fat from their lonley years of humidity and quiet as the tree
they came from
popped the cork of a tragic day
My Body Lies
my body lies
frozen dry
under the pale moon
like a corps
to dream open eyed
under the feet of the barely living
who tread and tramp across
across a soiled city
where the rats have more say
than it's greed driven people
13 years
of solitary punishment
inside a glass bastille
face to the sky
bound to ages curse
13 years of public humiliation
and the inability to sleep
those footsteps
day and night
the sound of over population
like sardines in a can
only live and struggling
for that last anything
i pray for quiescence
and an earth quake
to end me
to end it all
An Arm's Reach From Juvenille
silver terminals
run across the vast desert
like silver ink spilt over the sidewalk
in and out of the silver birds
they flock like somber cattle
seemingly far from the juvenile
but truly just an arms reach
from their mother
sister
brother
father
significant somebody
or maybe even nobody
for them to be free again
in the giant toy-shop
to tell stories
bomb countries
bake birthday cakes
break innocent hearts
across the lonely blue blanket
like angeles they arrive
into the silver ink
to feel the warmth of a heart
pressed firmly against theirs
for each has a story
untold in each sunrise
pressed against the glass
to taste their juvenile
before they are released into the wild
to burn cities
paint pictures
fight winless wars
like the filthy animals they truely are
Well Thought Mind
lucid undertone
and flaked with the white sheet
to cover integral pieces
of a well thought mind
not that any of us had a choice
to be cloaked in skin to hide our bones
but for 23-09
was but a crafted thought
of a well thought mind
pieced together perfectly
and tighten to the hinge
unheard for no sound rattle
of a well thought mind
to become as real
as one could only want it to be
to touch
taste
and to maybe even feel
that gift and power
of a well thought mind
but only corrosion lies
under the white
where no blood runs
and no heart beats
for the thunderous strike of disaster
where no reason be
strikes the well willed consumer
and come the sparkling tear
of a well thought mind
and behind the powerful hand
lead to the cowed wrist
that led the dying drive
and a waste of funds
inside the coffin of life
lay the failure and corps' skull
of a well thought mind
hapy nw y
your fox chase
each one with a mirror at tail
buzzards watch hungry
i believe that we all have a purpose
but like a diamond in a pile of broken glass
leap low amerced in blur
we stomp out our true fire glow
by the buckling bruit boot
you fastened oh so tightly
protect and harbor my mirror me
for i will shatter each shard with sullen grins
your spews and spoils tatter only the feather of your own
so drink up
and be merry
Unknown
Eclipse that stinting space between our lust driven bodies
Our eyes aglow like fluorescent light bulbs placing a warm light upon skull and heart
Crutched at horse and saddle
Boat and oar
Wrist and chalk
But at bone and flesh
Heart at throb so thunderous as the storming waves against our sea bound
brothers
I found my solitude within your soil
My animals in a cage to waste
My limbs yell
Yearing for your burn
I couldn't keep the sun from her slumber
I couldn't keep my fingernails from digging into my palms
Our eyes aglow
Soul cast brighter than our bulbs
My words shackled and chained
Like a bitch hound
I wish I could speak
but your beauty dwarfs me like skyscrapers
Your flesh trains mine to sing
And your heart is the key to my dreams
We are the sea and the moon
Tide together through our thoughts
grim whore
fickle as would be a spring blizzard
it crept as a slight itch
tapering me into a meek blunt spearhead
this dogface, this ally-backer, defender, protector, i once was,
now the defeated...
a wound has crept and kept me meek and crippled
to dance with my upmost grim whores
swollen hand and arm
swollen hand and arm
unfit to paint
abode dirt like the mole
where foot steps are only the sub thump of a heart beat
pacing
my sonic panting of sub thump
where my eyes may rest and i may dream
sucking in the must of so many elements and remnants
all colors i create in my brain
swollen hand and arm unfit to paint
sketch blindly without hands
figures of my imagination like the dirt mole
a code of honor
morality that sustains only in my soil walls
masturbation is god
wait
In the corner, bare
i suck the sour off you, bitch hound
your rot has stained my brain
like a blooming boil, grim and sore
puss bound, the yern for flesh to be sown in you
its all real
rotting eyes
My eyes rot just like the fruit of her I've left untouched
To spoil; a lucky boy, to throw away a diamond
Until then I fold myself into plastic plasma
A parallel universe for my satanic rituals where nobody will
ever know it is happening; where nobody can get hurt
With a sour toil for a deadpan climax
A desperate act for fictional attention
A flake of gold in a school of gold fish
But only in my smutty plexus can such deeds be untrialled
with nothing else left but my imagination
glow dreams
to pour and pour away
all of my unhappiness in color
for the abandoned hearts to behold them
cast in a chroma to bloom in their worlds
sacrifice fidelity with sanity and we sink further
into the arms of our demons open wide like a wound
inward towards the cage which light glows
a painless warmth under the picket fence
of flaws and stubbornness
clamorous words spill from blistered lips
cowing the flimsy, fragile, frail
the tender, torpid, tame
sent back to their asylums to dream
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