**** sleeping.
It's 4 am and the windows sit tilted.
Feels like winter but it's the bone that splinters.
No snow outside just the woe of billions,
though still cold enough to uphold some liquor.
Orwell's vision - a fresh print - first edition.
I'm here to worship the hissing behind the television.
To slip in between the cracks of black and white
til I'm peddling end times like I want it done right.
Spare me a match and I'll bring the 'mite,
we can start where the litter lies.

Every single second it’s another parsec.
I know I’m a wreck, but the least you could do is visit.
I’ll grab you a map, so long as you don’t look at the distance.
I promise you won’t miss it. What’s another car trip?
No, you won’t get carsick.  It’ll be but a minute.
Plus I got a plane, so it’s nothing but a thing.
What do you say? Wanna be my Sunday?

We waited with that
white porcelain cat patience
for what seemed like
a generation of "Here, take this."
Our beaded eyes chased
fixed faces strung up like
the flowers on wallpaper
A wishful widow's last request
stack her particles past heaven's gates
but tobacco tainted lips grant you
everlasting peace at the cost of a kiss

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
revolution of the mind is needed
we are what we are fish to the string

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
evolution of the mind indeed
we are what we are fish to the stream

It's best when I can see the moon at high noon
I'm reminded that it's not always good to assume

I'd **** poetry just to keep the defilers from their perpetual teething.

I should be famous.
Yeah, I'm barefaced.
I think you're aimless.
The top is so spacious,
no elbows or vagrants.
Think spaceships.
**** it, add the chips.
My word arrangement's hotter
than the Devil's basement.
Catch me getting gazes,
I'm getting high off their faces.
**** it, I should be famous.

When passion becomes fashion
this mad man will grab his magnum
My pen is still a crayon
And my will can fill a canyon
I've never been one for the pavement
but that's okay cause I made this basement
home plate and that's more than most could say
While I'm faraway I like to leave a smile on my door
for the passerby yearning something warm
Come on in - It's a cold, cold world no need to burn
I wear my heart for armor and stand tall like Arthur

How shallow do you have to be
before I can walk on water
There's dew on the grass
am I getting warmer
Look at me like I don't exist
Look at me with pure disgust
Adjust the pressure and let it rust
Throw away the keys it could be fun

I found myself shuffling about
and as I lurked and groaned
from corner to corner, caught
by the charm of each cramped-
condensed street lamp, I looked
up to the drooling moon.
It was then I dreamt of paintings
who's edges sloshed like seas.

***** spread out like a planned vacation
Got me looking at it like I forgot to eat somethin'
Juicy fruit precipitation drippin' from the conversation
So I lick my lips just to ease the cravings
That tight lipped slit needs an interrogation
Welcome to the police station
Hands up, ******* down, **** out
Now get down and assume the position
Yeah, baby
I'm a Caucasian Freemason inpatient from New Haven
Basement unshaven - I call it the Night Raven,
But when your man's missing and you're
feeling impatient you can call it the ******* Replacement

The breeze is always too brief.
If it were up to me, I'd flee this breath and cease to be.
Photosynthesize the seconds through the leaves
then turn them into questions I'd pleasantly grieve.
His peace fits a sheath in case the routine is to deceive.
Man made me think hence I'm broken to the bleak.
Greet silence with a smile like, "Hi, I'm dying to be quiet.
Pull me apart for the slightest, I promise you I wont fight it."

Slumbering dummy, ya fumbling money.
Some of me wants it ******,
but they don't wanna see **** get ugly;
from rags to riches to rags, quickly.
I step with Death like Life bet against me.
If I had to guess, I'd say I ****** his Missus.
Goofy as all hell could be, still pulling hoes like sushi.
Grill 'em till I'm dead, this beat be the best.
On point to a flaw, It's the loneliest on top.

She was lost in the pages
dancing to a whim
with a heart held high
and smile so wide

Days come and days go
Where will you be
when the day comes
that you're left alone

We dared to venture
past the time when
street lights played dad
and mom would laugh

Looking back, it wasn't so bad

Books turned to scripts
and the pages became burdensome
so we played our parts
and watched our words
disolve into conflict

Yicketty Yack his loaded knuckles snap
with each invasive step he takes
towards bringing the daisies back.

Like a Gorilla dragging a bag of prolific
back up to the front of the line like,
"Look here, Mom, we made it this time!"

Young blood bloated dumb,
can't you hear them humble drums
droning on from the swampy slums?

Here we are! Final Stop! The point where four corners of the earth converge in preparation of the coming plunder.

It's a wonder for the poodles to ponder.
But why bother when every ounce of effort conjured turns into cannon fodder for those pesky mammoths ripe with Karma?

Saved by the bell; he's just another dead ringer trying to belay the legions of his hell

Anymore he's ****-poor,
an off-mood in it's final form.
A Monday morning set on rerun.
Somebody fetch the kid a coffin,
his serotonin is stretched thin.
Put his thinker on the block
and cure him with a swift chop.
He won't need it where he's going.
The cubicle smaller than a molecule,
and the fine print's never optional.

Each day I walk a line within my mind,
trudging along my own Event Horizon.
The bitter beat beneath my feet
haunts me like a fallen friend.
With no way to purge this curse,
It follows me to my impending end.

As I reach the place where stars are
swallowed and giants lie in wait,
I pause for a spell and glare back to
ponder; eyes slowly growing hollow.
When did self hatred mutilate my wild blue yonder?
Who deluded the water which blissfully sprang me to life?
Was it I who knotted the laces of my feet with constrictor like grip
to trip myself into a conviction of a crime I did not commit?
Why would I do this to myself?
I once loved the person I was.

Aimless were the arrows which my thoughts shot through the dark.
A fools errand to greedily gain knowledge before the last embark.
More hope could be found in the heart of a man who sat behind his desk, plotting with calamity on how he'd go berserk and lay waste to the rest.

With acceptance rivaling that of the Easter Islanders once they heard word of their fate, I hung my legs over the horizon's edge, swallowed my pride, agony, & faith.
I let my mind, body, & soul plummet into this pitiless place.

I've got a heavy head
It sits lopsided on my neck
More so to the right than left
My shoulders stay slumped
Posture like the deaf

Hello, My Beautiful Black Hole
It's been a bittersweet minute since we last engaged
The circularity's had me freezing out the frame
Systematic collapses happen whenever I check mark my passion
I'm grasping at static captions lagging from an attic packed with distractions
I've been trying to refrain from seeping down the drain
but for some reason that **** just keeps calling my name
Face to face with the drips I wonder how my cysts will taste
If possession is nine tenths of the law
I'll take you legally bound to my tongue
I'm a repulsive cultist proposing voltage
engrossed by the most revolting poet

It's just you and me now, kid.
Distilled til the fellowship could fill a pit.
I'm told to build, but honestly? **** a bridge.
I'd rather tilt a dam and watch the **** spill.
Splash - Flash the fastest, catch my drift?

Lately, things ain’t so great.
They got Pop’s plastered to a plate
and Mom’s off to the closet to contemplate
another foreign date with the ghosts of yesterday.
I’m tied to a train that’s stuck going straight and
I might have missed class the day they taught us greatness.
Case in point: I’m writing this **** instead of chasing changes.

I'm chomping on heavenly bodies and
the planets loitering their orbit
hoping to absorb any life that may be dormant
A last ditch attempt at terraforming my decent
Tho I think my receipt will read like a sun blistered sticker
slipping through the breeze
Forgive my apprehensiveness
We're all here for the cheese
no need to pretend like that aint the decree

Mold me into munition for that elusive nimbus
so I can choke on 21st century carbon emissions
It's an exhibition on long lost mannerisms
we've kept hidden from mainstream modernism
It's what kick-starts our canines in the dark
That tickle down your throat that bites like bark
A ******* dart cuddled by a vampire's heart

When nuclear becomes fusion and our computers
stop computing we will reclaim what it means to be human
Magic is not just an illusion it's a mouthful of music
you chew and keep chewing til your eyes visualize solutions
You don't need to be a mathematician to grasp the equation
just be you and keep moving in a disorderly fashion

Chains are chains regardless of their length
I prefer mine akin to an anchor so I can conquer
the depths of this bottomless bunker
The drain leads towards terrain that looks more like rain
and that's where you can find the best air to breath

I shake trees and watch junkies
drop like leaves. Please, it's a subtle breeze.
If I wanted to, I could puff this place
to it's knees. Freeze! It's a robbery.
Got you reaching for the stars.
Heh, as if you could follow me.
I'm toking up an ocean.
Floating up this poem.
Got it bottled for the coastland.
Coded for the devoted.
Duly noted were the roses.

Magic is not an illusion, it's a mouthful of music
you chew and keep chewing 'til the world starts moving
and the rain that plagued you plays see through
When the bruised ozone loosens then opens to reveal
a sky scholars thought disproven, look through it
It's there you'll find your feet even if your head
feels like an anchor sinking in concrete
I can only bend these words so much before
they or I break but that wont stop me from
abusing the pressure points I'm trying to make
I'd swallow a thousand pills so long as they looked
like you and never would I puke no matter the pain
even if I felt Death's embrace pull my name
I don't know what I need, but if I did
I'd crawl like a dog through the dirt to its feet
and beg for mercy, just keep me from the brink
I don't want to think

The chosen has awoken.
Time to kick back a few potions.
You know, swashbuckle the swig like a showman.
I’m here for the heroics,
all the way down to the goldfish.
I’m the bottom feeder that figured out floating.
Sorta doltish.
Got rank and file like, “Hold on, ***, he’s still loading.”
Um, Ma’am? I think you meant molting.

I pride myself on being
the laziest "artist" there is;
I won't lift a finger in
the name of what I do.
No. I drag my fingers across
the barren mountain range,
claiming the rubble left
by the distancing wake.

They gave us some time to think about it,
but what's the use?
I knew it the moment your eyes met mine,
and the breeze came through
tipping me to my toes like the night.
Yes, I'm yours and you're mine.
**** possession, I just haven't figured
out the next best thing.
Baby, I'd like to live my life,
but what's the use
if it ain't you by my side.
Ooh, girl. With those baby blue queues
you'd never see me getting outa line.
Hypnotized. I'd wait a life time for the right time,
change tides like Poseidon or get you
extra cheese if that's something you needed.
They gave us some time to think about it,
but what's the use?
I knew it the second you smiled that white lie.
*******, can you make a broken man feel fine.

My life's an anagram scrambled on the daily by the toddler tendencies of a **** drunk humanity

Single handedly scribbling lines into the sands of my sanity

like a sapling wrathfully thumbing it's hancock through the dew drops atop my glass canopy

I see you wear a choke collar contrived from the lies they forced you to swallow.

How appropriate your words must taste when the time comes to make your case and the syllables stumble from your drunken tongue, fumbling any sense of pace.

And the bracelet strangling your wrist, proclaiming peace for all the world to see, screams I'm corporate faith contagious.

Hear my pleas or bleed my blood, I am the werewolf under the drooling moon howling for mother monsoon.

The shell on my back's weathered and cracked, harpoon riddled from when Ahab attacked.