"I mean no harm"
Thus spoke Zarathustra
last night on the phone
when I was open with ya
chains rain down with ill intent
request repent like I even noticed it

Money's only paper
when buried in a casket
strike a match lit
a stack drowned in gas

Pull the rope tight
lull and float lose light
Lose hope.

Only when I cut the rope, right?

in hindsight
   u often say
     to yourself
         there was something
                           i could have done
                                                to stop this

                                                 over
                                                 and
                                                 over

                                                          again

Every broken heart screams for someone to see who they truly are.
Every day I step out in guise
wondering if they here my crys.

Very few do.
I love them dearly.
I wish they knew.

In the pit looking up...

I told her to **** herself for me
but all she could find was a tide-to-go pen
next day i wondered what would have happened
if the bleach leaked out?

Getting chased down this never ending hallway
Spilling al-a on the dragway; obnoxious
Spittin unrequited, unconscious

Up n attem
Up n attem
Up n attem
Up n attem


Repawn

Reborn unlike its conception
Buckle when i’m straight steppin
In mosh pit
Meshing in a bog and
Lulling while crossing
the freeway, naked
Firing rounds like a space head
In this deleterious continuum
A requiem of the song birds
Pickin at my elbows
While my skull burns
Spilling salt spray on the gangway

Thats what the soul yearns
That’s when my heart burns
When i’m told that i’m too old
To be actin out
To only be enveloped
In the never ending clout

Of the melodramatic
Of the existential actor
that flows as a passenger:
acting like he doesn't know
what'll set you free is control
in this finite time of a man in the flesh

Everything meaningful dies

22 versions of a song about a ghost
Alabaster on a pitch black backdrop
Where sleep once resided
entropy strives through every pore
As if you are forcing me to live
O Holy Ghost
There is only pity in the pious
So I briefly hold a moment
Know it means much more
Than the infinite possibilities

ride past the afterglow
then out the pasture
beige fields on both sides

shrug out of it
drift toward the crossroads
as lights provoke vigilance

halt in a metallic mess
punctured in performance
with no nirvana to speak of

I've already died a million times
Reborn without missing a beat
A gridiron burden much larger than fading

I am here: as is, where is. so it goes...
Life hit me broadside and I danced naked in the streets,
exposed in lunar illumination

Enveloped in fearful curiousity
I dared to be different within an archaic monoculture
I cannot lie down, I've already tried!

This is who I am

All blurred grey
Here lying as one
with the floor
Surrounded by the fruits of
that other place

The Underbelly that No One Ever Knew

Emerging from a daze
on into a hole
that I've stepped in
and realized
I would remain in
In due time

Thinking back to my earliest memory
Tracing lines with as much
a furrow as I'm capable of
Trying to figure out how I got here
Praying that I will wake up
                This Time

Jump from a bridge into a stream
High up in view: the dark sky spinning
Cannot shake my binding roots
Fixed until they are fully torn

A shielded stranger keeps still
Indifference being the function
Minding my own as my body knots
And my torso turns to wood

the past is a dream that comes back,
                            
                                 in the waning moments
                                       in the sloping seconds
                                            taking all images with them

Just as shadows reanimate
I see you in the summer time
Sundress and all
Knowing nothing more
That nostalgia ultra
Chasing you lakeside
Seemed the greatest ambition
As it still does
When it's summer time
And I'm sixteen again

when you can only count on ghosts
you get desperate enough to reach out
and tear the fabric to bits

you take a stride with effervescence
exuding an unbridled wanderlust
can you teach me to live blissful amongst strangers?

still in the moments free of derivations
as if i'm not a passenger
set in motion by accident

laugh or smile or shrug it nonchalant
brisk against us, not yet looped around us