Anyone anywhere
Always
Affectionately watching
Warring waters
Rush
Over
Side winds crashing
Crinkling
Pines
Whisper wasted
Thoughts
Tomorrow
Never
Comes
Realization time
Ticking
Tacked
On the wall
Watchers
Wait
Forever
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Lots of little leaves lend their thoughts through me, invasive, intricately they thwart thousands of flicking fluttering flapjacks that narrowly nest northwards in insightful intricacies. My own correlation to the devastation of my excommunication comes circling psychotically through territory taken by thieves. Listen to me. Me, the sea winding, crashing, lashing, smashing in the sand. Shells wash shamelessly ashore. Incoherent attitudes to the longitudes and latitudes of my bicameral mind melt biogenetically with generous gentrification and gratitude. Knights that know nothing note notorious faults with the mechanical bull bellowing ballads of Bart Simpson's big brained battles. Believing in a higher power that showers us with praise and rain and pain and flames is an astonishing attitude taken timelessly through history. Histories mysteries made matching the mourning Mormons march maddeningly on netted walkways wandering wirelessly in the digital age. Rage, sage, six billion constellations on one page, intuitive notions of nectarines and oranges that float directly through subconscious space into the place were the human race lost its face, bending backwards hopelessly heaving to find It. Us, the story of story of stories. Last but not least the golden fleece made by hand of the man who lost control of the audience blinking stupidly through the dim lighting in a Victorian era theater. Money makes men mad, women whistle tunes on the rocks as the clocks tick down to our collective doom eternity falsity. Lighting matches of the patches that reconnect the lashes lavishly lacerating loyal little people who dance dumbly and deftly as an affirmative acceleration of the Nation brings out the worst in us. Millions marching miraculously on nation capital investment in the predicted earnings of what we can sell to the horribly under educated balding obese men with learning disabilities due to the undisclosed demonstration of lack of nutrients needed to make more mean men smart. Lost at darts. Joan of Arc. Queen Diamond brings crime to silent Simon sitting on the dock of the bay. We waste away. Watching rivers rolling round the ******** bend that banishes blatant blasphemies of the self. Sea me sinking seemingly shrinking in the distance of your one good eye. Lost green waves washing worlds wary of the New Age. But in my head it can't be said any other way than the way it repeats and relapses and redirects my attention to it when I try to sleep and eat and drink and sweat and sigh and sing and slink. The twisting tangled thought that terrifies my tortured terrace (aka my also known as counterpart playing in the dark with lost fingers finding time to rhyme lines in the mosaic of my mind: my heart). But I'll just tell you later.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
I am lost by the wayside of a corner table that sits amongst the pine needles that have fallen from the trees. Life sings songs of silly sadness that rearranges the waves of water wafting through the thick night. Instant karma descends from deposited decorations dissolving in dark patches on the sand. Sixty sounds surround my crown of impeccable solitude. I, me, you, us, we, together, in another reality. Scorned by the slightest touch of temptation tickling my tiny feet. Fell from fathoms upwards to the surface. If you would only try, I would send the darkness away for good, send the darkness away for good, send the darkness away...You left like a lioness on a slinking slithering sight seeing tour. I, I could give you, give to you, things that the others could only imagine in their sick, twisted, unhappy fantasies of ******* false facts. Open, please, open the gates the rake in my rafted soul sinks slowly towards the top of the titular hill, where you remember the ghosts grab the living, send them descending into the under-realm where we last forever, always, together, you. Basking in the blocking blackness of not hearing your voice for fifty five days, away from you this sadness turns blue like a clue into the ripples of my heart. The tearing apart of a dream, a lost lark that thinks thousands of thoughts every single second. I—I told you once, the one thing that matters most to me. You.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Ten thirty nine exit signs open lines of the sword divine. Overhead in my bed I see the dead—what they said, broken verse of a token's curse, shadows in the meadows where all things sleep. Deep heaps that feign the pain of rain gone insane. Do you know what you are? Into lost pots commanding cops crop the tops of soda pops and listen to bebop on the top spot in an abandoned parking lot. Now the sounds turn around look back down towards the ground where things abound around a pole of indecent thought. The tree of life brought you strife you took your wife through the knife, a silly song symposium. Thirteen Thirteen, the clock click clacks on broken backs winding sacks on tattered rats chasing cats through cans of beans. Look at me, look at me. We bathed in the sea, fossils that still breathe. A cat looks up at me, singing songs of forgotten things. One, two, three.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Into a mystic breath, solitude
Out of forgotten places, sacrifice
Within the walls of fortitude
The sounds of falling ice.
A field burns in the distance
A pear tree grows diseased.
Traitors wait for assistance
From the wind, to be appeased.
Blood—an open wound expands,
Worms eating eternity.
Many things he demands
***** dust engulfing me.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Cold ocean crashing
Windy beach reacting.
The frozen rain pelts,
Making indents in the sand.
Collective ***** compensate
For the hills they hate,
The foam that catches their eyes.
Seaweed washed up ashore.
Clanking clouds condemn
Ecstasies of the hymn
Sung once amongst the rowboats
That now are lost at sea.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Why did you go there,
A friend told me you'd come.
I felt fine before then.
After I knew
Couldn't relate
Couldn't concentrate
Had to leave.
Had to go home
Wait by the phone
That call that won't come
I'm giving you your space
Why not give me mine.
If we were still---
You would say
Let's stay in
I'm tired
But now that we're--
You go
You don't care you don't care
I stayed awake all night in a
Bad state of Mind
Wanting to fight wanting to make it right wanting to be
Out of sight
Wanting to die
Sigh
I couldn't even cry
I saw that picture
Posted
Of you looking
So *******
Happy.
I want you to be--
I want
I want
I want
You back
I want you back
I want
You.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Look--
You took a book,
Filled the pages with your wages
Of sixteen silver sages--
What does it mean to me?
Fire prints, laundry lints,
The phone call that made me fall.
Walk down that hall where I feel so small.
That tricksy pixie lightened, tightened
The reigns in the rain I fell through a drain
Wish I could go insane.
Our feet in the mud, I watched
Throne of Blood,
The Fallen City of Ludd
Come back to me
Come Back To Me.
I'm a hack a washed up sack
On a beach I feel that leech
Begin to teach me the meaning
Of screaming
Out my emotional, devotional
Love for you.
Please be happy,
My thoughts are sappy.
I lap the sap, feel like crap,
Mazed in a trap,
There's no going back.
Forward.....
Motion.
My devotion like the ocean ends at the shore
I am a *****
Difficult rhymes for difficult times
Leaning on a crutch
"The human mind can only stand so much"
I would
Do anything I could
To make it good
For us to be--like the sea--
Crashing
Together
Forever
Whenever
You wanted.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Yesterday I woke up
With the first rays of the sun.
A condemned spirit
Haunting my own bed.
I lay, thinking of yours;
Soft like the skin
I used to press
Against my own.
I fantasize
Of laying there again
Whispering the things
I was once afraid to say.
And you would hold me
A cosmic oneness,
Two loving souls,
A golden energy.
All hurt would dissipate,
A bad dream fading.
Your eyes gazing to me
A small brown dot in green.
I would caress,
Tickle you softly
Together we would find
All things to be okay.
But--the sun creeps in
Reality harshly follows.
My bed is rough
My pillows, like rocks.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Dear god I feel
The horrors of hell
The weight of a thousand
Corpses
Hanging onto
Me.
Angels of death
Surround
The dead grass of
The winter.
Into forgotten
Temples of pain.
Burning bodies
Fill the hills with ash
Sprinkled
Amongst the fog.
Breath is short;
Falters.
I obsess
Over what I want
To say
To you.
Bad thoughts
Linger
For a very long time.
Never again
Will I look at
That thing that
Calls
You back.
Alcohol makes me sick
So does the way
That lovers fall out
Into
Hated enemies, or yet
Nothing.
My walls have been
Built
Toppled
Built up again.
I long for a way
To speak to you
Plainly.
Losing
The one I hold most dear
Would be
Unbearable,
But the light of the day
Is dwindling.
You are distant,
Cold
To the touch.
My heart
Feels weak, wet, beating.
Yours seems
So far
Away.
I want to break myself
Into a thousand
And one
Pieces.
Throw them off
Into
The sea.
I create my hell
Within a wall of pain, hurt,
Anger.
It destroys the soul
Builds the flesh
So heavy.
Within myself I want
To reach you
Embrace.
How long since
The last time we felt
One another?
Alone.
Lonely, loneliness, it
Seeps its way
Back
Into the pit of my stomach.
And I feel
So
Bad.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC