The declaration within my gut
remains grounded, constant.
Something slithers where others should fly.
I've died, decayed.. probably for a while.
I'm defiled but free.
A king commanding seeds.
A fool demanding pleasantries.
A forgotten thought forever unseen.
I'd smile but I'd rather not.

It did it again
It grew from nothing
and left the same
No difference grasps the days
Yet it found their shades
Infinitely simple on its own
One would think it keeps its way
Who's to say
You nor I will ever know
A story told is a journey made
And within, a forgotten smile
Begins to fade

I live my life like
rock, paper, scissors, shoot
**** I got both hands on the steel
double ******* like a monkey
gripping two banana peels
I'ma land urchin lurking
the muk, thorns up
Demeanor screaming like
a tea kettle's whistle that's stuck
Or dynamite hissing through
a canyon's sawbuck*
Mastered peasantry so
when I overthrow the kingdom
I can bring the real family with me

She's a ballerina,
pirouetting 'round her finger.
He's a hyena,
hollering at the residential ecclesia.
Two magnets in a basket,
dragging their carcass
across the canvas.
It's madness.
It's balance.

Poetry is the last of the great Titans
Which once grazed upon the crop's offer
like a saucer leading cattle to the slaughter
Til the mediums after turned conglomerate
and banished our overlord to tartarus

-

My words are not a painting
nor the frame used to hang one
There is no currency in words
written silently on a blank page
Our savior remains dormant
locked beneath the magma
only gracing those who acknowledge
It's dwindling existence

If truth be told
I long for her wretched soul
If truth be told I tire of my own
I thirst for the moistness between her hips
I envy the lips of the ones she's kissed
If truth be told
She'll never know

My mind is as thin
as all the molecules
inside a balloon's wall
that has expanded for
far too long. POP!

I'm only trying to write the
wrong that I see within myself.

Go ahead and plant
your flag into my back
Giddyup the chains
dangling from my neck
Archaic cannibals
fist fight over other's flesh
as long as the local mystic
nutritionist gives the consent
So grab your blackjack and
swing as hard as you ******* can,
you neanderthal scallywag
It's best to behave on behalf
of the priest's commands isn't it

I wanna lose any semblance of control
Repel down that little lost rabbit hole
Gnaw on the skull and cross bones of
every single bible beater that stood before
their throne like a scarecrow to it's corn
I won't barricade my door, Conquistador
Open the floodgates; bring me the seafloor
10,000 leagues deep and I'm still breathing
I'm teething on a tombstone like Casper
Now all I need is an inquisitive barn owl
prowling for an irrelevant answer

I'm disgusted;
in a **** drunk tantrum
fist pounding my Zooplankton reflection
Mundane is my nation's only anthem; all hail your fellow cowardly clansman
Syphon the Phantom from me
It's been playing tic with the region
of my brain that dictates passion
Grapple hook the Madman from
his wouldbe castle and cast him
Cast him cast him cast him
to the depths of Phantasm
Let the Tall Man have him
I'll greet the surgeon's scalpel
with a basket of placid
like here you can have this
The type to commit suicide
with a flare gun in a snow storm
It's cold where the blood churns

I can't keep it together much longer
Everything I do is cliche
Another piece to a puzzle
That was solved long ago
I'm just another double
A second rate product
In a race with the expiration date

Does he notice the way I stare at him,
When he's in the drivers seat?
Would it scare him if he caught me watching him breathe while he's asleep?
I couldn't stop it if I tried,
The truth is I'm addicted.
To all the little things he does,
More so than I predicted.
It's safe to say that I'm in love,
Completely captivated...
"Should I tell him or is it to soon?"
I've often contemplated...

The light in her eyes is tantalizing.
An ancient spell patient to be read.
My heart fixates upon her,
Like a song that has long
been stuck in my head.
Brain dead I've become
To the love that's left unsaid.
I wonder if she's thought of me,
While she lay tucked above her bed.
It's safe to say that I'm in love,
completely intoxicated...
"Should I tell her or is it to soon?"
I've often contemplated...

He is poetic in his declaration,
The words "I love you."
Beautifully spoken with determination,
The words had burned behind my lips,
But they hadn't left,
When he made his confession,
"I love you too" I divulged,
Sealing our love with a kiss.

A titan escorts the words from my mouth,
And rests them gently at her pedestal.
His gravity crumples her feet
Forcing her to her knees
Frantic I am as she ponders
What the message means.
There's those eyes again.
How can something so tiny,
Carry such abyss?
They pierce me with a wave of density.
Peeling back my sin,
decimating my shell,
Exposing my existence...
God the intensity.

She smiled a whole other topic
as she made her confession,
"I love you too" she proclaimed,
Sealing our love with a kiss.

I've given him my innocence..
My first taste of love has left me swooning.
His skin feels like satin,
His beauty is all consuming..
What a privilege it is to touch him,
My fingertips caress his body..
Feeling every perfection.
He wraps me in a secure embrace.
With him I feel protection..
I love the way he loves me.

The way she strides along side
my heart is liberating..
My first taste of love -
our own personal oasis.
All to ourselves we share our lust.
I sink my teeth into her flesh,
Stardust consumes the senses.
And just like that,
I'm dependent..
The tenderness of her chest pressed against mine, our bodies entwined
like Father Time's hourglass.
Within her I lose myself.
I love the way she loves me.

For years now we have been together,
Come sickness, loss or stormy weather.
But these days our love
is something mundane.
He used to love my little quirks and,
Now they practically drive him insane.
Before he'd gaze at me lustfully
When I looked my worst.
But now he doesn't notice me at all,
It hurts.
I just wish he loved me the way he used to,
I wish he noticed the little things like I do.
The opposite of love is not hate,
It's indifference.
And between us I feel unbearable distance.

Timid eons have forsaken us.
Amidst the garden of decay,
Our longing found dotage.
What has fleeted from the brush?
Where's our love, envy of one another?
Where's our trust?
She used to make little faces when I'd say
All those stupid little things.
Now she pays them no mind;
A conduit of nullity.
Has she forgotten
I flavored my words with promiscuity?
My soul withers without her touch
like a rose buried beneath dust.
Her green fingers once strangled
my birch-wood heart.
I miss our collision.
The opposite of hate is not love,
It's acceptance.
And between us I feel daunting reluctance.

They say that love prevails,
It's *******.
Our love faded from vibrant red to pale,
And drifted off into the abyss.
Years ago our hearts connected,
As of now time has neglected
The burning love we once possessed.
I just wish we could reconnect.
I still love him...

Decadent deserts reject bloom
And so does love
Like oxygen in a gas chamber
Ours deserts the room
Once upon a time
Did passion hum a lighter tune
But all has failed
I just wish I knew what to do
To renew what was once there
I still love her...

I walked into the store today,
saw single roses on display
and thought to myself,
"This would look good on her shelf."
But then the gravity of the situation
hit me and sank in like quicksand;
I wish she was by my side
so I can show her everyday
just how much more she's worth
than a single ******* rose
on some stupid made up day.

If free falling was a thought
You'd have me collapsing from the start
I'd be sky high trolling the clouds,
manipulating rainbows and
all the pretty sounds

Once upon a time
in the universe beneath my skin
you were the only thing with a pulse
Galaxy this and molecules that
we were a knot and life the trap

I've nitpicked these porcupine quills
til I was left with a fistful clenched
like the gravel beneath gravity's pull
And I threw myself together a smile that
matched the illegitimacy of a generation
drenched in green slime and no where
to go but drive thrus that won't end
It's a fantastic imagination meets
Whooly mammoth procrastination
If the worlds a stage then who the ****
pays who to play it and where do I
apply for the collective **** fame ****

They live we sleep
Find my serenity getting
intimate with the bed sheets
What makes you wink

I am a hostage engaged in
a Gentleman's war mentality
One slip of the cog and my half
cocked dominos are liable to fall

I'm situated comfortably
in Anti Social County
It's a bit cloudy, but
what's the outside to a housefly
My girl, she stays at home couch bound;
a certified Netflix hound

She likes to confine her smile to
make up and daily suppliers
I've even seen her pull tricks to reinvent
the script of Pretty Little Liars
Good thing I'm addicted
to the way the juicy fruit drips

I got a dog
Yeah, I got a dog
I forgot it's name tho
So there ain't much dialog
It sits inside it's cage dreaming
of finer things like hydrants and sirens
-Luxury-

There is no grass only concrete
So what am I supposed to do
compare the blisters on both feet
I'd rather just smoke the green and
pretend like my effort wasn't on repeat

Trying to find the right words
Is a lot like walking on glass,
No matter how long you keep going
Nothing quite feels right.
I want to rip out all the little shards
And pile them up in an attempt
To prove to you my intent.
Maybe my trickling blood
Would paint a prettier picture
Than my words currently present.
Is that what love sounds like?
I don't think there's a set frequency
That one could properly understand.
That's what I'm saying.
No matter what I say
It will never truly represent
What you mean to me.
I'm at a loss of words;
You have me playing with toys.

I let your distasteful
tongue grace my back;
it feels like a hundred
tiny whips instilling faith.
I'm ugly - I get it. I am what you've
always wanted to be, so I take it.
I hope it sets you free.

I tire of waiting
for such inevitable irrelevance;
I tire from that which does not exist.
Dear Critic, do tell me a tale,
is it I or we that belong in this crypt?
Do tell for Fright lives swiftly
and a fool he is not.

Dastardly Sigh, can you not see?
A moment of silence is all that it breeds.
So please, without further ado,
****** the plot.
It hints to a line that mustn't be crossed
and for that I simply haven't a thought.

I was sitting in my car today
stressing 'bout Night's revenge
when a man in black waltzed up to me.
He placed a gun to my temple and said,
"Son, what exactly do you need?"
I looked him in the eyes
and said, "Can't you see?
I'm flying without wings.
I'm clapping without hands.
I'm running but cannot
find the strength to stand.
Do your best to bring me back
from these God forsaken lands.
Look me in the face and squeeze
that trigger like a man.

With a paintbrush in hand
I create heartfelt signs.
They litter the sky
like constellations at night;
directing you towards
no truer a sight.
But the blind must be
guiding your ship,
for you go about in circles
like a helicopter propeller in flight.

I wrote with dynamite
hoping my words would ignite
something deep inside your heart,
as if I were trying to mine the love
that resides behind those evanescent eyes.
I guess the wick was left outside
while clouds committed suicide.
Maybe I should just take their lead
and leave well enough alone;
forgetting all the attempts I made
at turning rain into snow.

I'm fine...
The phrase curls down my spine
like a snake to the vine;
strengthening my pose.
Over time the marble
lie I've chiseled stands stout
and proud; a hero to the crowd.
Years turn forgotten from that very lie,
so I carve at my skin
with a thought I needn't forget.
To immortalize the truth
I keep coward within..
I'm fine,
but I'm not.

I'd hold the door open for you
but on the horizon is a battalion
of electronic contraptions
trying to syphon the passion
from my canyon of Jasmines

I see you sitting there
with a thumb in your mouth
and you wonder why
the words wont come out

What goes up must come down
So push me around and around
this merry go round

Take me for granted
so I can pretend to do better
I promise I won't let you down

I've done the math
It's become habit
but I've never subtracted
If I'm the hat you're the rabbit

Chatty-Cathies with hunched backs
munch on thick stacks of flashbacks
like giraffes itching for their next fix
but only finding the next branch

Little wooden piranhas in gas masks
laugh as they set fire to your mattress
bet their noses will grow like Pinocchio's
though when the questioning takes root
and the water is sold to a thirstier throat

There's white sharks in my cereal
all teeth no breakers straight visceral
Iceberg crowns cracking surface tension
thirsty, circling veteran victims
Beating down doors like witnesses
No wonder Santa mass produced
guns this year for Christmas gifts

If Xerox Xanax couldn't handle it
what makes you think someone
off planet planning planets could

Empty sheets even though
the headcases reminisce
remnants of a commendable place.

If it's half past twelve, well that means
I've been slumbering northbound
for a giant's leap, ouch.

Enough blank face
to chase down a zombie's eek
and still I fail to assimilate
this wool pouch.

Suppose Fury's fangs fixate
on inanimate veins
that would explain this
werewolf gaze I'm harboring.

Too real for the pondering;
A Subspace Wanderer.
You can find me in between
the lines conjuring.

No wonder my clay pigeon utterances
suffer that upper class belittlement.
Raised chins only face one way
and the sun only knows one thing.
You gotta see to shoot, so who's to blame:
me, the game, or those who blindly partake?

Eat my metaphors.
Let 'em bubble up in your gut then
metamorph into hiccups wickeder than anything this side of the thicket has ever witnessed.

Preach from the streets,
no, belch from the bleachers about
how you heard from the greatest
and he said you could taste it.

I wonder if                  she'll notice
I wonder
if she'll notice the many bitter black roses
that I painted gold with composure
when I noticed her little fractured
world was soaking,
Imploding


I wonder
I wonder if she noticed
The earth's rotation nine degrees to the right when I asked her, "How you doing?"
and she replied, "Just fine."
then smiled me a goodnight

Probably not
Coincidental

Gravity falls
sweep me up

Where's the mop?

We waited with that
white porcelain cat patience
for what seemed like a generation
of, "Here, take this."
Passing notes through the ozone layers
In a grand game of cat and mouse cadence

Wake me up after
the comet becomes crater
And the impact radius
breaks the sound barrier
Pushing your eyelids back past
your misplaced judgements
Splintering your precious pendants
to their brittle core
Let me dream a little more,
it's the futile things
that I adore

I wear my sweater
in ninety degree weather
Not a S.o.S, more a testament
to the hell I'm shepherding
Whether you care or not is irrelevant
The rain drops even If a bow
shows up to lasso the loose ends
Remember that the next time
you go to quote gold at the far end