hopeless, i pushed the bounds of my reality.
my mind in tact, i saw how far i could go into the insane, the horrid, careless, insane.

But i was not devoid of hope.
i destroyed everything that i had enjoyed, like none of it mattered.
like i was detached.
finally, i attained a place from which i could go no further
and i sat among those who i love. sane, and myself, like a stranger
and i waited among these people
waves of disgust and sadness roar and crash against me. They hate me because for a brief evening,
i experimented. throwing caution, and my future to the wind
And now my apathy deserts me. and i wonder if there is anything i could do to right my wrongs.
but i know.
there is nothing.
and i wait to die of starvation.

Gallantry forgives recklessness
for all friendlies
but whoever heard of a friendly warship?

Soldiers slaves to a lord who isn't there
Wives waiting on a man who doesn't care
Workers haunted by the starving children's stare
People crying over a shirt with a tear

Petrified
Feverish glance at the mirror
on his way out the door
eyes fluttering wavering
sounds roll off of it's tongue
into the world
like tears on their cheeks
tottering away
step sway
trip fall to the ground
not to be found
phonetic sound
PATHETIC!
Drown or get out of the river
cough quiver
shiver "you're alone now"

Winter love
summer dove
with clipped wings
no good for flight
from fight
the addiction to right
like a craving for pain
but a longing for death
with a shortsighted breath
stuttering muttering
sounds of golden mothers
geese whose loves have long been hunted
by the ones who say it's just for food and fun
but eating brothers, sisters, misters
seems like really fucked up twisted
burnt souls smoking huge bowls
too lethargic to kill
window sill
widows still
not back yet
keep waiting.
masturbating

Fitness training
winter waning
moonlit walks
under the lights
of stars far away
and wonderment at how
cement can be seen
with crystal horseshoes
trodden down
filthy crown
angry frown
get the fuck outta town
before the man in the mask
with his serpentine past and
trickling tinkling sirens about
comes carrying forces
with flickering torches
with torsos as large as the sun
the garb of a man who
ought obviously
to be dubiously
and forwardly
riding his creatures
who fear for their lives
so do what they're told
and take spikes in the leg
without flinching

Splattered letters
Ripping your tethers
Biting and clawing away
the ropes that bind your mind
to your traditional ways

How truth is measured
treasured
gathering gatherers
bringing in travellers
hopping trains
Drink.
FUCK YOUR BRAINS
The lifeless murderer
disguised as thrills
chewy pills
missing the times you ran
outside early
to go gardening
the humid air
long shadows
rough pavement
under foot
bare foot
bare necessities
a pen
guitar
love
and
a book
that's all it took

Fly kites knowing they could break
burned at the steak
for knowing a fake
when they see one
because no sun is better
than a fake one
but lustily forging a knife
to take a life
like it's easy
that's not wrong
no sin
not since
the putrid white prince
found it useful
not peaceful
but who needs to know
it isn't part of the show
like summer snow
in Greece

Dancing, prancing
carefree dream
unmarred not scarred
locked door unbarred
The red sign askew
But true
had i seen the bright  sheen
or the noise of the trains
below
bellowing their messages
their silent voices carry miles further
than any human cry
for help
don't cry we still want you here
for now
Let's kill a cow
and roast it's flesh
upon a fire
or we grew up with entitlement
he holds the title
the glory and pride
the badass through down a calf
what a laugh
I'd do it to his child
and stomp it's fucking head
justice lies
in front of his eyes

Come my friends young and old


hopelessly bold


bare pictures sold


of love of an act


as opposed to a you


me or they


he was an excellent lay


you never hear that

Toe tapping
along a sheet of music
the changes are various
varying from
a multitude of varieties
the cooperative seems
to pull in seperate directions
the wrong way is strongest
longest way back
to how things were
you and me
us
scene
the cakes have long since dried and molded
the only comfort is that it happened
what help is that
who the fuck has a time machine
you're lean
lost weight?
got a girl who loves you?
great changes
congrats!
What goes up must come down
but how far down must it go?
too low
the good times have left
all that's left are the memories
of good times that were
used to be
Climb a tree

And though we scrambled over mountains
and children ran through meadows
flowery meadows of bright light
violet violence plastic caps
have overtaken us and we cry
like widows to caring fathers
murder suicide building jump
killed him in step
in time to the rhythm and clamour
of noisy human death
a wonderland of massacres
a cornucopia of god loving Hatred
Equality has few rivals in the
race for the biggest pile of bullshit
Everyone is equal but not them
nor them
nor them
he doesn't even compare
Take the world by theatrical beauty

Casually and nonchalantly loving
everyone they meet
greet, meet, know, love
the utopian place knows no
abstinence from life

Joy, the freedom to be fearless
caused by antis who'd have guessed
surely not I

ever since the death of omnipotence
Love has poured from every
living person. Lives are being
lived
better than
served
after all
we have fascists for serving

The love happening in burning
cathedrals far outranks the fierce
burning passion for death hidden within
us all. One sobering for wasted life the
other desperate for more watch the
death of a whore it's just a wasted life
struck to an animal it would be
unrecognizable as cannibalism if we put
a knife in her throat
upside down
NAKED
Run.
Play in the forests my children
and don't cry when you must go
you'll write useless symbols on them
come monday

enormous whaling vessels sailing
full force to the new world
for the whales are gone and
things
lost
meaning

Fiendly friends
Lord knowing trend bends
with time how'd he get
so off the the trail. lowered tail
never wagging
staggering statistics
WEAR FUCKING LIPSTICK
Blonde haired lovers flirting
learning from the mistakes of
human kind. kindness
from a stranger
a strange stranger
from strangest lands across
the sea come back to me
and read the novel, out
in june the sun is
shining 'neath the trees
crying needles perfect beetles
digging in to find some truth,
meaning,
or some shit
page upon page of who knows what
where or how
star actress
jumps to far
overhill
underhill
underground
where now?
why? how?
take. a. bow.

So many lives reek of
Superficiality! it cries from the
history books like trees in deep holes
making them seem small

Ink less permanent
than speeches stuck in the
touched minds
Molested by idiots perhaps

Force your hands through
the grate they're less
important than your feet
Right?
Write

Farther forward than
backward vandals retrace
their steps from the trees
to the streets visitors from
true civilization leaving their
mark on the tribalism of
society.