The angels congregate
Enforcing policy
Under a crimson horizon
Where devils cry
In glee

wherever roaming
Takes us, we’ll find
Peace
Where the dusk may sleep

When the tides cry for you
Do you make em’ stop
As you’re  plotting through
The sand
To break your tears
When the flames don’t burn
Do you dust off the soot
Do you keep on goin
Without second

You seem lost
But you’ve found solace in confusion
The remedy for your delusion
Was addressed but never prescribed

You never said goodbye
You always wondered why
The life for which you vied
Could never be obtained
Cause you’re so
Stuck in the past
Some memories
Were meant to
Burn
So you may last

Broken frequencies
And a linguist that’s
On a course
Disseminating syllables
Creating a Dissertation
Based on
intergalactic  discourse

Guiding experiments
Creating a gods child
From appendages of anthropoids
Expanding horizons of what science
May preserve— in the name of
Humanity

Missing you
Is missing a part of me
Finding you
Is taxing but love ain’t free
Hoping solace’s found

8 years on
Memories not gone
It’s alive and well
A bittersweet swell
Of emotions raise the question

Why aren’t you
Fading behind the rain
The seas of hearty pain
Behind blue eyes
They strain
Cant you fade behind the rain


Finality
Is only the beginning
Playing life
Will always cause you
To lose

How many tears
Will you cry
Before the tide collides
With the horizon of life
And how many rings
Will you keep on your shelf
Triumphantly
Before you’re roasted you
Your soul can’t make the rent
And 7 monthly alimony payments
Won’t save you



Modern day Nero
Surrogate zero
A ‘ heroes’ worst enemy is themself

Floating alone
In the tears of Saturn
Her rings bequeath you
Dreaming of matrimony
But you aren’t wholly holy within

You’re getting married again?
You should’ve stayed single
7 days resting— will you pray
On the eighth
Baby I wouldn’t *******
I’d feel unprotected
But I would buy you a drink
If you’d just

STOP CRYING!

Never going back
To the 802
No WiFi
All hippies
  mom and pop
Art shops and coffee houses

There was  nothing to do on the weekends
So I’d sit by my stream
Smoke cigarettes
  And allow my mind to
Flow freely
As water

At 14 greenwood lane
Revisiting
high-school days

Others Mental illnesses
And 8 month winters
Might as well’ve lived in Canada

At 14 Greenwood lane
Revisiting high school days  

Ken burns movie
Staring us
Glorified PR flex
At least we had
Something to do
Finally

At 14 Greenwood Lane
Revisiting high school days

Vermont’s a *******

We want this, and we want that
No regards, no second guess
No Vaseline, no perkiest
The number of *******
We’re partaking in
Is leaving us bent over
Blindfolded and gagged in many ways

I’ve never been one to preach
But who’s the ******* leach
That guides us to breach
Such a faulty status quo

We’re Numbed to other people’s pain
All for gain
Nothing stops the fame
We’re yearning haphazardly
Possessing

A Kindergarten mindframe
Kindergarten mindframe
Is life merely a game to win
That we’re losing in spades
With our kindergarten mindframe