Million dollar haircut and a two bit soul. There's a hole in my heart where you've fallen in and swim deep in my darkness. Myopic, yet distant, your eyes betray your armor to the world and presents with a bow, a more harrowing figure to be told.

Our voices ring out in hallowed tones unveiled by the ordinary horrors beset by beasts in human masquerade. Unshielded, you choose to drop this pretense, the unjust foray into the dark night of the soul, and sound out "I am the god of this forsaken place. That contains the human psyche, I am the bull of this labyrinth. I have tamed the wild pleasures of Eros and I have befriended the mortal end, Thanatos. I have unraveled this velvet thread until time itself was my servant."

Yet, I am still pulled to the human fold. "Why is there a NEED to be wanted!" Shouted everybody in the room. The question reverberated down the gilded halls and between the cracking voices of the council.

Yet...

There was never a breath of a conceivable answer.
All in all, futility and fatalism is what we all are sentenced to.

Don't rest or wake

Never stop

Pose for the light of the day

Somewhere on the coast

They'll see your plane

And you'll know that somebody will miss you that way

They'll remember your

Eyes as you left

All those promises you couldn't keep

You're a child now

Waiting in the wings

For these storm clouds to break

You're flowers tossed on a

Empty casket and a marked grave

You're the first time you saw the blue skies

And wanted to stake your claim

You're a million tears

A cautionary tale

And more a dream than any human could ever be.

The end is ending, so is the beginning, the tail of the serpent is the head as well. Rise and fall, will be the fate of every wall...


Restful spirit is being stirred again in the hushed den of Autumn night to flourish every drop of rain until it stops. Your tree branching arms creek heavily and seek to intertwine with every warm heart beating in the chest of star crossed lovers, flowing into the

river of the deep, plunging with every sharp cold sound it bounces off of...


It's started to snow, and beneath the forest streets of decaying leaves lives the dormant spring lush with child ready to fly to mountainous sky land in feral and wild articles...


Wings of a feather flurry in tether, to dank reaches under the sea, for the sea reaches to me. Sprightly hither to cloud shores elsewhere, beyond the floor of your melting bathroom floor.

Waiting for the light to fade in

Slowly engulfing

And blinding

I see stars fighting the rising white light

Everything shines at the start of this new forever day.



Another lie is made, shipped,and sold

Lining the liar's pockets with silver and gold

More people are bought off with luxuries

They're told they can't live without

Those who resist die without a doubt.



I float up to your wake upon a river of lilies

Guilty and numb, I cannot accept your fate

Harboring resentment towards callous reality

Your face is a bismuth white, riving in bitter sunlight

My terrible words could never hold sway, because you died yesterday.



If I could only chance upon one wish, may it be that existence not be such a *****

Have it be that gentle yet honest, kind yet resolving solitude and bliss

last longer than the oppressive itch of so many soulless *****

And let it be known that I love you all, who so care for those who feel helpless and small

Because that is the greatest gift of all, Life and Death are friends and do not simply began and end

At the gates of the garden we have fenced ourselves in.



We will rise out of dust like stars that fought the white of nothing and won the rivers of dark matter to Border The night sky we see within our horizon

A seemingly endless night of heart and starlight

We cannot even began to imagine the limitlessness of our womb the heavens

So we spear the skies with our ****** dreams soaring high into cosmic birthing~place



We'll bleed in honor of the colors that streak across The Moon and Antarctica.

I love all your open hearts teaming with life upon life and death upon death

Let us rise, up over the shadows of our steel cages and deary trappings

And meet the fluttering tree of life.

If I consent to joy, where would the insight of my troubles go?

Would they vaporize and vanish till they seek the blood of new naive lives ripe for experience?

Would I consent to torrential seas to slosh and wake the cocoon in my heart, sweep away the embers and coals flurried in my furnace till I speak with ghost plumes in my breath?



Where do these days go, where do they unfold?



What shield carries the ego, what contains something that so readily disintegrates?

If we speak at city walls, do our words really ferry beyond, forming clay into the mold we choose?

If we seek the union, where can we break the tides that run underground, between our sounds we echo?

Take this step into me, and we'll walk forever dreaming, absolved from time we'll rest in our bed of flowers.



What will the river lead us to, will we be the story told?



If these words have shown a fragment of what I'm known to be, could I hope to slave the strip mine of my soul?

The mountain billows the shards of my identity out into the glassy atmosphere.

I will excavate a piece for you, the piece inmost ready to move from it's quilted earth.

A patterned rock that holds no jewels that gleam falsely in it's mother sun's light.

It'll simply be deepest rock for which you to hold and keep

Breathing Seed                           If I was here

Sprouting acres                          If I was Worldly Deed                             If ISetting Tracers                          IfShouting Chords                       IClanging Mashing                     ExistedWitching Hour                           Would you be hereTidal Power                               Would you beMicrophonic                              Would youHibernating the meaning           WouldSweeping away hopes                The world standWhen faces light                        Stand on it's ownIn dawning moon                      Shoulders Eclipse tune                              Would the skyAnd anamnesis swoons             Fall as pieces ofSupple tower                             Puzzles onto theRiddled hands                           Floor, anxietyOf lovers on frosted steam        Swims currentsEmpire grounded down to wire  Through theSpiral Staircase                           Myth that isRounds chambers                       Me and youOf mindful states                        And all ofStable gates                                Us we are lostRelease all fate                            In the earth

I can't wait till I'm awake..
Plugged into the wall.
Nothing noted until the shell of the capsule
collapses under the weight of your trembling hands.

No there is no notation for what was said between us, just figure-less voices and a strenuous pain that strained our throats for the fear of nothing being communicated between the exasperated gasps of what was less than incommunicable silence.

Ugly is not a word but a feeling applied with meaning, applied to a certain truth about that metallic taste in my mouth, that tearful pain jostled in my chest and that consuming fear.

  I know little of what this ugliness could mean other than it harbors shame in my corners. This shame is not inborn in anyone, but it builds it's presence as a drunken braggart who shouts obscenities and believes he is a prince of highest regard.

His ugliness is in what he slings from his tongue and his criticisms of all who in his mind toil about. But he is simply a angry troll with no heart and delusions of grandeur, frittering away time.. for time stands as an eternal judge and measure.