From the Northwest corner I caught you trying
to hide the outline of your ambush
in the outline of the moon.

But I spied you careless, Motherfucker.
Fate is these next two moments
before I pump you full of death.

That middle moment is beyond me,
so bend your knee and confront the sexy
dirty Joke some call "free will."

And pretty please love me anyway.
We never could have changed places,
But I still hurt the same as you do.
I sweat and piss ashamed.
I hug my Mommy tightly,
trip,
stand up,
and still play to win the game.

There Is But One Law
(The Dancer's Coda)


There is but one set of laws,
One that need be obeyed,
One that brooks no heresy,
One that gives no absolution.
One that needs no priests, no canons,
One that that refuses disobedience.

We all bend knee at altar invisible,
Though feasance never requested.

The Laws of Physics.

A body at rest, a body in motion.
Laws immutable, unconditional,
Equations, proofs, demonstrable,
Inequalities inexcusable, banished.

Dancer says:
I am heretic, even these laws I refuse.
My body denies limitations,
My mind believes I will make do
What it could not, but yesterday.

Defiance from wire to wire is the
Fuel in my veins, fear but a detail,
Leaping from from ten meters more,
My Declaration of Independence.

My body plastic, my mind ethereal,
Some mock, call it trickery,
Some hail, call me hero.

There are forces greater than mine,
Forces irrevocable, mathematically superior.
Each day my force grows as well,
Visions imagined supersede the
Tedium of definitions, of boundary lines.

Bend the law, conquer the null, fill the void.

Each day sketch, devise, organize a
New rebellion, follow only one command,
Honor but a single battle cry.

Leap, then fall!

That dancer, your only law,
That heretic, thine only coda.
Action is freedom.

For you are dancer,
Whisper as you leap:
The Fifth Freedom I possess,
The Freedom to Fall.

May 17th, 2013

I'm getting older, you can see it in my eyes.
It's been breaking me and faking me, this wonderful terrible life.
I wonder what it's like to live in a happy home?
To know when you cry, you'll never cry alone.
Never walk out the door without a hand to hold.
To have family love you and treat you like so.
But I've never been so lucky, except for my younger days.
But when I grew older, something so suddenly changed.
Her words became harsh and daddy's never home.
I prayed real hard at night for some savior to intervene.
But no matter how many tears would come, no one came to me.
I envisioned a handsome man, bold, strong and sweet.
To come to me in whispers and bend down on one knee.
Tell me not to fear, his job was to protect.
My heart & my life. No they'd never feel neglect.
To fight the tears back from my eyes.
When my strength was all but gone.
I'm almost twenty now.
Still hoping for a change.
I've found a man, bold, strong and sweet.
I swore it'd make it all better, if he stood next to me.
But no matter who is there, no one can slay the demons related to me.

Honesty is always plagued
by perennial controversy
for it is always engaged
in speaking truth of the straight variety
leading to it being treated
always as a enemy
by those indulging in dishonesty
for being truthful doth expose them
that are crooked and they then
try to dispose the honest by being wicked,
but remember my friend that truth
will always triumph.
Truth you can never bend
while the dishonest do end
in the garbage dump, my friend.

I lie in waste again.

I pace the carpeted floors,
with the padded feet of a big cat
so hurriedly cautious to mute
my steps.

The high is dull and repeated,
repeated.
Every day spun out on these
wine stained bedsheets.
My mind

is emptied
like a small town orchestral hall,
dusted and stale.

The lights on the screen
bend and converge into spirals of colour,
and the sounds from the speakers
coo subtly through the air,
soft, soft.

And the moon,
the moon hangs fat in the sky.
A hollowed spectre gleaming
Pearl-like
in the cushioned blue shadow of the night.

My lids fall heavy and dry;,
each blink an effort to keep consciousness
but the resin lines my blood
and holds true
in my bronchioles for just a little
longer.
Please,
a little longer.

A light fix of no consequence
and the return of an appetite long
lost
in the hermitage of depression.

The high is dull and repeated,
repeated
to still the pacing of my mind.

To capture the world within a frame,
and to quieten the thud of my heart.

Are you having a good time?
the things we dont know seem to scare us the most
the anticipation of it all is what kills us
stop the worry that comes and plays in your mind
almost daily it seems now
why cant we just let it go
wait for what is around the bend with high expectation
high expectation of good things
not worry
not doubt
feel your mind with the thoughts that you want to have
feel your days with the things that make you most happy
keep reaching for the stars
no matter how far away that they are
choose your reality
make it a good one
its time to start now
now is just as good a time as any right
open your mind to possibilty
follow your dreams in the realities that are out there
its all gonna be fine
because somewhere out there you are already fine
you are already happy
you are already that person that you think you could and should be
the world is filled with infinite possibilities
take the the trip
close your eyes and see the world through the right eyes
the eyes of the world
your eyes
no matter which deminsion you must travel to
find your inner peace
pick and choose your destiny and bring it back here
take a breather
are you having a good time yet?

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The sun is asking me to close my eyes
to trouble, to bend my will with his.
Sheep are running past the baking weeds
in double-time, marching to the bleats
of their folly-young, who look on
and follow the wrinkles in the land;

in case a godly hand should whisk them
up and out to weigh, they briskly run away.