You are like mid week pandemonium
I know you're coming
I can't deny you
And there's no point in regretting you
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Gold saturation in bed under blankets/Silver saliva /The hue of your iris /It's gaudy not quiet /Deliver your brightest /And best/Your dingiest vest /Is still so crisp and clean/Stomp a few times/Laugh at our voices /Curve of your hand/Can't catch my inertia/Quiver imagine /Exaggerated action/You're tongue somehow fits in my mouth.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Saccharine sheen I once saw in a dream more silver than a movie screen.
Blues inflates your pouty mouth
rock n roll shouts in your hip bones crooners sway as easy as your tongue mountains made and crumble as bodies repeat slide into one.
Move over
slide your hand across my shoulders. Brush off those boulders
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
defused into dumbfounded speed kicked eternal dream
almost sleep state
we never took off.
stuck in rest.
i rub your head, you lay on my breast.
unrest.
brush away webs.
your skin, it's just fine.
It'll pass.
It does every time.
Hours upon hours
Our bubblegum brains, they turn sour.
We knew better
You relearned all your vowels, all your letters.
oh, but your jaw and your lips and the spin and that glass
oh the glass..
isnt worth it.
i can't believe we ever had the gumption.
please don't ask..
ill be vague and you make your assumptions.
this is not romantic.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
rushed out
dirt kicked
asphalt gripped
and i am gaping
open flesh wound
infected with your insensitivity
blame it on
dopamine
bone dry
tongue manages to barely slip out a
goodbye
no hug
no kiss
while my arms are wide
asking where is this coming from?
tripping over cracks in the sidewalk to wander
why?
you don't want to do this right now
you want to run
i want to run after you
you want to drown in black dreams and big black pupils
i want to barrel out of this tunnel and into the light of our peripherals
because this isn't the worst we've fought through
and we can fight through this if you choose to
ill stand beside you
i hate being behind you
every time you
rush out.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
she asked
"what do you even write?"
We write
testimonies
pleas
and defenses
our pen, the judge and the jury
we write of the rythymn and the dead space between beats.
our message is the vibrations that barrel out of the belly of the drum
our words encompass the spectrum of light
we write the fuse
we are the piston
we are the face and hands of the clock, the numbers, and the tic tock
we write you.
we write ourselves.
we write strangers and phantoms and projections.
we write wrongs
we write mysteries our reader resolves.
we write eyes, hearts, and minds
tangible soul tales for the deaf and blind.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
sweet saccharine machine
you don't have to be haunted
you don't have to be
sweet saccharine machine
the world's not your problem
go on. get angry
wrap yourself up in the things that you love
get yourself high
leave your mind below
the train wasn't long enough to carry you home
jump off the tracks
get dirt on your toes
don't let them get your best
those you try to impress
the things you control
are the things you regret
loosen your grip
blow smoke from your lips
tire your hands with poems and prose
my
sweet saccharine machine
you don't have to be haunted
you don't have to be
sweet
sweet saccharine machine
the world's not your problem
go on go on
go on go on
my sweeet
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
terrapine trannies on trains going haywire southbound alignments crack in the sidewalk cement smile framed by fake curls the color of old gold
old mold smells the same as new mold
but less abundant
gather here
go there
you didn't stay with me
in that dream i had of the most beautiful place i'd ever seen
you said this is nice, now let's go.
i'd bruised my knees to get to that place
i'd scratched my cheeks and calloused my feet to find that place.
it wasn't like the other dream, that other place with the waterfall and the pond full of oil.
James with his old silvertone telling me of the gaseous things.
it was pure,
nothing with skin had led me there
and i was the only thing that cared to be there
under the tree with the green leaves
like any other
bent down
away from the sun and then back up again
there was no where to hide in this place.
no cotton to lay over your body and face
the ground was uncomfortable and perfect
you are awake in this place
you cannot keep your head tilted anyway but up
but anyway, sometimes beauty is less intriguing than something grotesque.
there is much less place for mystery in a clean place than there is in the depths of a mess.
your voice gets more viscous as your words fall out of place
but the feeling..
it translates through the angles of your knuckles
the nothingness your hands grasp onto
it's something big
your fingers are wide
like your mouth that stutters over your domino mind
you know what i mean.
dont you?
we want you to.
i mean,
come on.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/meta-4-4-time
meet me at the morphosis
suckin on our cherry pits
sun melted away our icycled veins
clorphylled up minds
unconcerned with measurement
leave our woes behind
to wither with our precedents
our guards are on vacation
changing of a nation
through the power of
this entity of love
my love
it's not for me it seems
not to guide me to prosperity
not to satisfy my wants
give yours away and you'll get more of
the winds of change are blowing here
tell your girl she's not to fear
the ending of a page
the boggling of brains
london bridge is falling down
but we'll make a louder sound
to create a wave
we'll struggle a lot but they'll wash away
we will be the living dream
forever to grow
already blossoming
our hunger will sustain the changing of this game
explode implode cause a scene
ignorance is all they're conducting
the pyramid design was fine
8 billion sheep all fed with lies
but the winds of change are blowing here
tell your girl she's not to fear
the ending of a page
the boggling of brains
london bridge is falling down
but we'll make a louder sound
to create a wave
we'll struggle a lot
but they'll wash away
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
You're living out a death wish
And I am too
With every cigarette we smoke
Every sip of poison that runs us thru
And life plays this ruse
Where it pretends to be big
But it's all bark and no bite when we remember our future in the clouds
We're excited to live and even more
so to die
The road to awe
The greatest surprise
Wonder we might
About what's upon the other side
I feel we already know
We already see a meager slice
i theorize what we'll find
Is the rest of the whites in our eyes
That ****** mother type white hidden beneath our iris
The teacher of our pupil
Blue vines intertwined with immaculate prospects
Having never kissed oxygen
This is not a love story
This is death
This is the illusion of an end
This life is the speck of gold in a deep brown eye
Small and obnoxious
Beautiful and important
I am speaking of the gateway
To behold our unbloomed glory
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC