Whirlpool of insanity
the beast stands coy
bound to humanity
A sadist and her toy
Fear its brutality

Our fists churn like
tides of a blood-lusted sea
Saliva soaked spite
rhapsodizing over gluttony

It's never enough
we wan't it all
The world we corrupt
a sadist and her rag doll
Matriarch of the puppets

I'm King of the *****
Dragging my jaws of life claws
all the way to the vault doors
like where's my barnacle crown at

Now is that anyway to treat your Lord
I'll rat-a-tat-tat across every carnivore
like that bloated comet did the dinosaurs
Only a coward feasts on a corpse
that's why my food stays with its pulse

I brought your letter
to the edge of a creek
where black birds reign
and the red ants crawl
I left it with the current
All your worth
A handful of words
Bottled to preserve
I left it with the current
and watched it drift away
I left it with the current
and watched you slip away

I heard the dreaded Devil's hour grew a tongue
to call and taunt his name, but rings like steam in vain

Dilapidated hooves ooze aimlessly from out the cave
like calcium cracking forth unto and through the waves

Fresh against the pave they split and fray
Fresh against the pave they put the grit in grave

There's always gonna be two sides to things so we
play on swings and make believe we're in between

I was scattered
to the farthest reaching stars
Thoughts on thoughts
stacked like library halls
till the many pages formed a face
and with growing thrist
swallowed me down
into the endless night
of a dying black hole
I had lost all self control

'Round his bronze
runs tattoo paw prints
and artillery guns
Nothing says facade
like a boy turned beast
without a bite that bleeds
He's hurling "Bang Bangs"
from a peak of prank cannons

Stop pretending
you're something you're not.
You're treading on flesh you'll never touch.
You're playing with words
at your own expense.
This pen can't even puncture the surface.
What makes you think
they'll respect the scratches it left?
Quit before it's too late.
Give up and call it fate.
You were never destined for greatness.

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

Punching mirrors
to breach the barrier
between you and me

Show me that
black hole heart, friend
let it consume us

Chew through
the lines you've drawn
with my hand

This predates catastrophe
our faceless meditation
taste like apple seeds

I'm losing touch,
but I like the rush
we should ****

Your head - the wave
and a pebble of sense
tripped across the surface
'til it found center
resting upon your gaze.
Wax eyes enslaved
by lesser words grew
and grew onto the shore
where tides brought forth
the only truth.

If I knew how to strike up
a conversation I'd have stacked
matches to the sun set and back by now
so when you rose in the morning
you'd wake to find your name in the sky
But as it stands I am not the man
who created fire nor the one after
who dabbled in it's practice
No I am the one quietly admiring
the glow from afar yearning for it's warmth
Carefully masking my intent
by tossing acronyms to the wind
I'll play the failure eagerly
awaiting your approval

Our beaded eyes chased
fixed faces strung up like
the flowers on wallpaper

I am the Frankenstein
of my inspirations
A **** poor compilation
of yesterday's explanations
I shave with a meat cleaver
chop liver the nonbelievers
You could never save me
I'm where's Waldo against a backdrop of galaxy sized barber shop lollipops

Got the locomotion of a Komodo swollen tenfold
Harpoon tongue working like a snake's does
Point of attack: Your food for thought stash
Connecting the dots like Rorschach
Lord of the dunce cap; I'm in it for the long laugh
Poetry like scratch off's minus the cash trough
Too bad, better luck next stop
Spare a dime for the would-be spies
breaking bones from behind closed off blinds

How bad can a bullet be?
I ask myself this as I place
the revolver to my skull
and fire away at the land
of make believe; listening to the
crickety-clank of the hollow
chambers that trip and stumble
over each failed attempt
at breathing anew --
like a baby taut with its rope
gasping for life but in vain.

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'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

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'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.

Gridlocked teeth keep gritting
Blistered cheeks keep splitting
A ******* freak who keeps spinning
I think they think I'm thinking
My dreams are drowning
I think they think I'm quitting
Ice Giants wage war
My hands are losing
Mythical beings try science
My nerves are bruising
If my life was a string
Their theory would be confusing

I was "hands are tied" denied
by a Bloatfly with two eyes,
four wings, six feet, and no *****.
A gene splicing brainchild
high on the benzene manslaughter
fuming up from the shores below.
He was snooping through a kaleidoscope
Excavating my frontal lobe when he noticed
the furious drone of an active anthill catacomb.
Next thing you know Jealousy's backbiting nag
is setting it's sites on his uninviting neck,
going in for a quick pulse check.
Ready for war, no need for cures attitude
he grabbed a scalpel and evened the score.

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

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 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

Doritos and cheese puffs
grease the tips of my fingers.
I'm a mess; a complete word press.
Undressed - more or less.

Mismatched socks
and I don't give a ****.
Just take them off
get in bed; let's beat the clock.

T-Rex joined a marching band.
A round of applause if you could.
The man deserves a hand.

A picture of you still
sits in my wallet.
I bring it out when
I'm at all the parties.

Cockroaches in the carpet.
I can't stop watching them frolic.
Nightcrawlers in a bucket.
I think they need a rocket.

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 ****

I'm but a spec of dust
eroding the cusp
of Aries and Taorus
Pack the semblance
of an avalanche behind
eyes torn with crust
Finished Tour de Combust
with a surfboard copped
from every soul hushed
just so I could say I did
it when no one else would

Nosy Knuckler, too tough
for the rugged, tugboat huffing
the mud puddle's summit.

Home-bound with that lighthouse
stumble; strapped to the grin
with a sailor's plummet.

He's white face like the page he evades; weighted down by the surplus day-to-day What's the race?

Buckle down inertia coupled
with Challenger assertion
ushers in a mind tripwire explosion
of tick-tack proportion.

It comes at me quietly
like a moth buried
beneath my flesh
slowly moving it's wings
churning just enough
This thing called love
I let it abduct what's left
As I fall asleep it carries me up

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