shaking phone call over discombobulated voices,
astroprojecting vocalizations through times pace,
my body wants to time travel to you,
through the regret free policy
has generated some regret
when smoked lungs need removal
so the chained spirit
can be unbinded
navigating through carcingentic fogs,
housing warming warning waning ways
downloading the feeling
well a copy of them,
similar to the copy of god
glanced at in the trees,
similar to the copy of god
hanging around my dinar table,
and i can't find the file
in the cobwebs of facts
containing previous knowledge
literalizing textureal distructions
of dreaming an alternative
where we could still be friends
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
we spilled blood in graves
occupying the space
a dweller such as I
lies poised in shadowplay
illuminated by only
in sunbeams reflected
into moonbeams
and luminous hermit eyes
blue, pale, and glowing
staring at me
pure iris cradling
dark iris
our eyes say everything
and we sit
explaining everything through
the motionless mouth,
we are children
fascinated joints exploring
new nooks,
and a comforting strangness
through blood ******* normality
and newness of a place
is a technicolor lens,
and our eyes pierce
through the verbal realm
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
"This bed smells like a lot of people."
She says with an exasperated flop onto her bed, which has been scheming about giving people nightmares.
it has so far succeeded.
Perhaps its previous owner had taught it good christian values.
this current occupier had abandoned hers years ago,
when they chose to start living.
But now everything is who was,
who was the lover she could never get over,
who had brought them the most gifts,
and who had stayed.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
i wrote down lies
so i could speak them
as truths
while magick screamed
through the walls
with antique blood rites
reinvented through water heaters
hissing prayers to silent talks with god
and illuminated sounds of light
catching my lie
between the foam ceiling
and disrespected sound waves
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
everyone has been dreaming it seems,
except for me, i've just been in space
between the ax chop
and the executioner
who might know more about
the dynamics of power
than me
the blood moon stares at me
taunting me with kindness
reflections of fire chariots
burning out life
through detuning fibers
vibrating and pulsing
to every ding i get
green pulsations of contact
swimming through sea sides
and cyanide highways
to a ephemeral smog
utter through yr lips
and fisher cat cries
flying through night time silences
where the lack of words
separates truth from
the lies of the tongue
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Smoke peering over the mountain peak,
the mornings here you can smell the trees,
screaming with heat of human passion wildfires,
its bright out, but the moon is hidden,
behind a grey veil that sees through the heavens,
its almost no different than city lights,
******
I found my favorite spot in the world,
shooting stars passby it all night,
and the water is deep,
everyone needs to get close to stay warm,
and the moon falls between two peaks,
and the two peaks are triangulated between two trees,
everyone in the town nearby says how much they hate it,
and how trapped they feel.
******
once i found my passion,
my drive,
but that seems to have faded now,
or maybe I've just become more focused on myself,
replaced the void that others filled,
by building bridges to new muscles and movements
in my body, and in my mind,
deadnames come back around when you least expect it,
and I still feel detached from this vessel,
I manifest and control,
sometimes you think you've got something figured out,
but every free moment you have, goes
to that inner corner
you keep dusting, but can never straighten out.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
"I love it there, but I could never live there. My ex lives there." She says as drags a cigarette.
Lights in NYC are blinding, can't tell any of them apart.
$22 dollars to see a friend. He whispers from the dark and catches you off guard from behind a barred gate.
He lives with the dogs now.
Drive through the night,
To a new place you've been calling your home. Though, you've never been. Just seen a post card here and there. A notion that your supposed to be there and not here.
The fog lifts through rolling hills. The fall is so much colder, but so much more alive. Reds, oranges and yellows permeating through grey veils.
Arrive in a new home, its a lot like your other ones. At last you understand.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
We drink our coffee in silence.
Reminding each other of the past
And planning for a future of distance
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
even as the sinners were dying they called out
oh my god oh my god
still selfish enough to call out
this my possession
as we lay dying,
killing parts of ourselves daily,
putting beliefs in fascist solar cycles,
in clusters of 11 they assist our changes,
opposition of sides, faces clenched
as galaxies of desires attract different fates,
each a part of the powers that be meta-referencing,
the global system interconnected,
to the struggle of beings intertwining tendrils,
drilling for information of diversity,
that they are not alone
but we lost all that when we switched,
roman rulers dictating the change
from the geocentric
to the solar centric,
yet going back solves nothings,
but being forced to relived past mistakes,
and learn what living with fewer emotions is like,
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
multi pathed train tracked,
derailed by increasing amounts,
of defulfillment in full bottles and cigs,
longing to whisper secrets,
into a familiar set of ears,
eyeing up the next thrill,
stuck strong in shadows,
past demons, seeking out,
a new target,
a corpse possessing form,
that has been declared as my body,
posses at the mirror,
filled with whitewashed emotions,
and a longing at how everything is colder,
when you aren't around.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC