I only hear the dead.
Only grieve The Never.
Possessed like specter.
Melon working like a piston.
Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon.
Boom but bigger; think destined.
Mutant to these silly humans.
Beetles bejeweled to a windshield.
Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel?
Best to kneel before General Zod.
If not, it's the drop top, Cogs.
I could swerve outside the lines
and still stay on course.
I'm like an astronaut to the horde,
casting lightning bolts when I'm bored.
My crown's adorned with worms,
best believe I feed the birds.

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

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

I could
topple these towers
a thousand times over
and from the gathered rubble
they would emerge;
faces spun like webs
dancing among the branches.
And you being the only one
there ever was
would collapse against
the wayward sky of my choosing.
But all that I see along the shore
is trees upon trees
laid neatly like the silhouette
of a thousand smokestack corpses.
No, my love, I will not feed you
to a pit of absolutes.
For you, nothing but my death
would ever do.

I wore a smile
crafted from negligence
A paper-mache heart
burning at both ends
You asked of the things
that make me tick
to which I replied
The simplicity of it

'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

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

Aren't you proud now
I've swallowed all my pride
so you could say I was full of it
It tastes like whiskey or wine

I want more of it, but
music no longer moves me
and their words float through
scratching an itch that just isn't

Hello, can you hear me,
my dearest echo chamber
The game was fun, but the rules,
the rules I no longer remember

She's here with the longest stare
tapping at the glass without a care
For a second I would of sworn
since getting old I was still alive

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.

Below the waves
Fog is hanging

Beyond the stars
The walls are caving

It dropped its dreams
It keeps repeating

This is me
screaming

Your words, if I may, crush
They consume, incite lust
And perhaps divides trust

Your words, if I may, crush
They loom, invite disgust
And most certainly conquer us

I bet they smell good crushed.
I'll take three lines, please.

I hope you fall in love with
my words; dancing to the curve
of the petals I pluck from the air.
So I can hold you to them like a gun.
Placing the bitter metal against
your skin, freeing you from the
world they've been dying
to keep you within.

**** the early bird
Long live the worm
The devourer of dirt
The inheritor of Earth
Peel back the ozone layers
and you'll see no difference
between us and the ants
stuck playing the clone's dance
A mouthful of worth
no matter the curse
The type to land feet first
even when the hearse swerves

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.

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

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...

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.

Our mentors whittled down our doors into a pocketable lore
plump with horrors on every single ******* street corner
then peddled 'em back to us as a fashionable decor  

As far as we're concerned there's skrulls loitering
where the road bends and nowhere begins

Neighbors became strangers and our leaders became stronger
so we battened down the hatches and hid our daughters

(For ***** sake, Sarah we don't need sugar
we've got artificial flavoring that taste like the real **** thing)

Blue lights beam up lifes faster than ufos can advance science
and you expect us to take that fabled step outside

Naw, thanks

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.

His life's an ice cream catastrophe
executed
with cannon-ballistic mastery

A sidewalk massacre
specified
to the likes of a child's book

Riding the fine line
between
chalk-lines and cloud nine

Face plant, change lanes,
gain pace,
reiterate... over and over again

His mind's the wonderland
of a maze
guarded by a Minotaur's embrace

No chocolate for deep space
he prefers
the aftertaste of chili anyway

Is this not death?
The souring of bolus settling its
way into the fringe of my gut.
Air hanging like the noose that it is -
Baptized by morning dew as if to say
"Come on in. Have a little faith"
Street lights take on demonic shape
It's the forever hunt of spotlight eyes
in heat for a soul to mate.
And the faces;
The countless mazes that have
entwined for far too long to form
an improbable labyrinth.
One shoe over the next
Once again today and tomorrow
for as long as the eye can wonder.
Is this not hell?

Broken and battered my battering
ram was sacrificed to the tatters
They say it's just another chapter
plastered to my purpose
Yet I can't shake the feeling that
Rapture surfaced for the hermits
And these circus serpents that slither
like syrup worship the wordless
I've got a turtle's curtain on my back
It's only a matter of time before
the surgeon becomes lumberjack
I'd mount a counterattack but
I know for a fact my zodiac
wouldn't allow it