The spout
Of the battle
Shouting
In inconsiderate
Babble about bling
While i'm saddling
My steeds
Manning the machines
And breathing easy
Before i speak
Clearly to your dreams
Interjecting the theme
Of the losing team
Cheering in victory
Snickering in mockery
I remarkably sing
In drowned out tones
And zings
And i'm gonna be
Everything you been
In a week
And its weak
That i win
And you grin
With your arms up
Hooray!!
But you lost today
Too dumb to know it
But showin it
To everybody
Rhyming
Isn't about money
Its about diction
Metered rhymes
And harmony
Arming the
Alarmingly
Disarming memes
Of scattagoried kings
Euphorically
Seized
In the lean
Of delivery
Creativity key
The breezy
Sleezinous
Sheened
In the has beens
Gassed up
Gin drunks
Grunting whats
In response to love
Callin bluffs
On the tuffs
Of your huffs
And shrugs
Whatever punk
I got a foot on you
And your ****
On my side
Talking over you
Until you shut
Out the light
With your mouth
Over your eyes
And your house
Of flies sized up
In tough love
And shoved off the shores
To the unexplored oceans
In the notions
Of severed portions
Aborted with a snorkel
In the cortex
Of Oxygenated
Brains showing you
A thing or two
So ******* vein
Watching you strain
To speak
To breathe
To think
When your ready
Il be brief
A pat on the back
And declaration of king
Before you bend over to be
Blessed by the best
In this contest
Im tested
Only of my patience
In the vagrancy
Of your empty words
Freshly matured
In manure
Skewered
In the lured
Obscurity
Muraling
The masterpieces
Stealing thesis-es
With the soul content
Of cheeseless pizzas
Sauceless in the lossless
Belligerence
And im tempted
To kiss
My fists
And commence
To smash out the comments
To astonished onlookers
Booking for Brooklyn
When im shooting
Blood across the pavement
With fury of a patient
To fairfax and back
To break the bones
Of your home
Set your soul apart
From the heart
That pumps lumps
Of *******
From the start
Of your every sentence
Ill take two seconds
To count on your blemishes
To settle this
In nubbish
*******
Stumbling
From a kid
Im only kidding
In my giving a single ****
Get with it
The mic is yours
And ill freely admit
To being bored
Here you go

....

If you are not depressed
Than i am not impressed
With your intellect
Nor the deceptive specks
Of irrelevance
That may have been missed
In perpetual happiness
Be appreciative
For happy minutes
Treat life kindly
Even when it grimaces
Only rewinding
Once it finishes
And the penance
Is paid
Merely stroll
Through soulfulness
Upon rivers of tears
And new beginnings
Merely passing through
The black and blue
Splintering fear
And lasting the innings
Making corrections
To loosely elected
Concepts
From little blessings
That test the water
Guessing the color
It may be dark here
But covered
In the covers
Of the comforts
Smothered
With others
Puckering
From the red shirts
Skirting through
The murk
And when feeling down
And drowning
Its our own hand
That pulls us out
Irrelevance stronger
Than the doubts
And now
We are still around
To scribble these
Scurrying sounds down
In tattered papers from storms
Formed of conformity
And informing peeps
That it is okay to feel ******
As long as you
Don't take anyone with you
Or fish for pity
Imploring you
To feel it through
Just being true
To everyone
But more importantly you
Moving beyond the crutches
Beyond the clutches
Of others than ourselves
But still giving them hell
Be about it
Give credit
Live in health
As hell is a state of mind
Made of fear in kind
To pale the rites of our time
To sty our ascension to the skies
And god is real
It lives
Its sealed
A given
But not what you think it is
You
Me
Everybody
Everything
In synchronicity
And you create the scenes
Then shed them away
Responsible for the things
You do and say
Man up
And feel some empathy
The beautiful pain is here to stay
The greatest heights
Contrasted
To the deepest lows
The demon lies
But the angel just goes
And the broom
It controls
Where the dirt goes
Ill never know
What tomorrow holds
Thumbing my nose
On that which is outside
Of my control
And i'm full
Of all that which
Makes me whole
The rain
The sun
The flame
And the coals
Promising more
The love is strong
But hearts get sore
To the point where
They don't feel anymore
And in their boredom
They become *******
But know
From whence
The wind blows
So grumble me this
And grumble me that
Watch me pull a jack ***
Outta my hat
And laugh
With you
Watch me caress
A kitten on my lap
And stab you
Positivity
It *******
Makes
Me puke
But i love you
Not

There is a certain light, that if you open up, it will fill you up, with everything you are made of.

And with luck, you can shine it unto me, and me, unto two, and we can all be happy in our truths.

I cannot always be a light, as my eyes are heavy, and it is late at night.

But i can see alright, for my dreams are lucid, and my wings ignite.

Even the truth is sometimes a lie, like ignorance of the moon, while studying the tide.

And i cannot always find a place at someones side, the gaps are too big, and often too high.

His diction
Fictitious
Mincing
Spit and ****
In ridiculous
Versus
Versionless
In vicious
Dispersions
Of his bluffs
Staining rugs
Enough
To know
What hes
Made of
Through the
Fluff
And he was
A weak hearted
Blabber mouth
Sporting
A verbal blouse
With a gerbil
Where his intellect
Was housed
And he is
Without
A doubt
A *******
Clown
Lying down
At the first
Shot
And hes not a poet
Without flow
To show it
And he knows it
But its rough
To huff
And puff
Before a smarter
Man
With harder
Hands
And solid tramps
Trampling
The dropping pants
With open mouths
As they fall down
To their knees
Pleasing
The release
Of a king
He
Kisses
The key rings
And sings
Of sheep
Dreaming
The dream
Was a dream
But still sees me
Even after
Stopping
Breathing
From floor
To ceiling
Revealing
The butchered
Meat
Secreting
The feelings
Fading away
And he looses
But nothing new is
Brewing there
He can glare
From down there
But aware
I'm better
More clever
And severed
His vendettas
beheaded him
Before the sedatives
Could wear off
The kids
The wife
The dog
Just *** socks now

Made up
Of ****
Dim luck
And *****
Not given
With a finger
In the air

The wild
In the air
Lingering
In the fair
Weather
Friendships
In pairs

I'm here
And i'm not
I'm a fearless
Robot
When i plot
What is to be
What is to not

Hell is cold
And heaven hot
But none can be
Anything
With logic
Dropped
On fairies crops

I'm high
But low
Always on top
I lurk
In shadows
Smirking
Not

Love me
Love me not
**** me
Chuck me
Reluctant
To even
Stop

Stab you
Strangle you
Ease you down
Love you
Tangle you
My love
Is profound

The dread set in upon opening my eyes, as i swing my legs to the right side of the bed and stand. Slightly stumbling i make my way to the bathroom while adjusting to a waking state. I flip on the light, wincing my eyes in a sharp electric freeze from the back of my head, and while recovering, i pull the shower curtain away from the showers pull ***. Pulling the *** out slowly twisting it to ninety degrees as the water turns on, i am reminded to feed my plants before leaving the condo for the day. I step into the shower dipping my head under the warm stream of steaming water while resting my hands against the wall, as images of all the women i had saw the night prior begin shuffling through my head and a partial ******* forms. I imagine their eyes filled with tears, as i shove them down to my ****, and finally the Rolodex of faces stops on a Starbucks girl with piercings all over her pouty face that i had encountered on a lunch break a few days ago, and i begin stroking my **** with my right hand whispering "you ***** ****" over and over, as her eyes look up at me innocently, Mascara running down her face, until suddenly i hear my phone vibrate atop a pile of pocket change in the bedroom which promptly kills the moment in my wonder of the importance of a 5:00 AM jingle, which slowly fades, while i proceed to apply Ax shower gel to my Ax body scrubber that i had received as a gift in a Holiday work raffle three months prior.  Vidal Sassoon extra volume shampoo plus conditioner, "All in one," proudly printed on the label, as i apply a handful to my shaved head in a smooth dripping lather, that i do not rinse until after applying a pink ****** scrub that's label has worn off, and i am unsure, and not concerned with its origin, as I squeeze a blob of Colgate paste onto my toothbrush from the rack overhead, and scrub in a slow circular motion, while i rinse off the shampoo, shower gel, and ****** scrub, and then reach for my Listerine mouth wash, and swish for 30 seconds before spitting the burning mixture into the drain, while putting the brush away. I tilt my head up, and open my mouth wide under the water, taking in a mouth full, which i gargle for 10 seconds then spit, and turn off the shower reaching for a tattered towel left over from a breakup four years prior.  I dry off while still standing in the shower, and gently lay the towel on the floor before stepping out onto it, and grabbing a stick of Degree antiperspirant from the counter.  I apply 3 long strokes to each armpit before capping it, and putting it down. Two sprays of coolwater cologne i apply from a 1 foot distance, misting my chest and lower neck, before i put it down beside the deodorant, and walk back into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of boxer shorts from a drawer not caring which pair i grab. I slip them on, and walk over to the mirrored closet where i flex a few times, point aggressively, and in an authoritative tone repeat "I don't give a ****.", three times before sliding the closet door open and grabbing a pair of Marc Echo blue jeans that i had purchased online two years prior with a gift card from a local pub that i may have frequented too much to have received.  Reaching for an Infliction black tee shirt with ghostly gray swirls cascading to its base, i become completely still, left arm clutching the shirt still on its hanger, i am paralyzed for two seconds before looking away, and saying  "I don't have any plants" inquisitively to myself, yanking the shirt from the closet, and walking over to my phone atop the dresser.

Picking up the phone almost eagerly, i click the screen on in a light squeeze, and swipe my finger from left to right across the display to unlock the device, to a missed call from an unknown number, a voicemail, and 3 missed text messages. I tap the voice mail icon, and enter my pass code upon the automated prompt, "1234." The voice mail immediately clicks a few times before hanging up which assures me of its automation, and i assume its the power companies robots attempting to collect the monthly charge again. I tap on the missed text message icon, disconnecting from voice mail, and see that all three are from a girl named Haedies i met through a roommate long ago that i have recently found over facebook. A "How are you!", "I MISS YOU!!!", and a picture message of her with a wax figure of a trollish cartoon character i cannot quite place, both looking very serious, and i look at her **** pressing out from her white tanktop, ******* clearly hard, and her neck, long and attractive, its definition, thins my blood, and her dark black medium length hair loosely dangles just above her shoulder, causing me to partially smile, as i close the message paying it no further thoughts, and slip on my tee shirt, as i head for the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and grab a plastic bottle of 5 Hour Energy, and twist it open, tip my head back, and take the whole drink down in one swallow, throwing the empty plastic shell back into the fridge, and swing the door shut with my bare left foot, before i head back to the room to put my socks and boots on. Once my black combat boots are fully laced up, i put my wallet, change, and keys into the appropriate jean pockets, and head for my jacket hung on a hook beside the door. A black leather windbreaker. My mini trench that allows for a high level of concealment, and pocket space made possible by Wilson Leather. I run my hand over my face satisfied with my slight stubble from not shaving today, and reach into my left inner pocket of my jacket and pull out Sony earbuds, and plug them into my phone. I select a Pandora station based on the black metal band "Burzum", and walk out the door, locking only the dead bolt behind me.  5:25AM

Gonna be
What i'm gonna be

Doesn't matter
How you sing it

I have to be
Fluid and free

It doesn't matter

Where the breeze
Takes it

They are gonna see
What they wanna see

It doesn't matter to me

They are gonna think
What they wanna think

With only half the story

It doesn't ******* matter

I'm gonna be big one day
Get stuck in a cave

And i'm gonna sing one day
Into your blades

A slave to the pain
We will float away in a daze
Of my ways straying
Through the stains
Of my disdain

And of my profanity

Happily
******* clad

For all to see

The worn scars
Of moonbeams
Puncturing my heart
With fresh starts

And of parts grown
Big enough to impart

Mourning

Oaring throw the dark

From broken homes
Of loneliness
And atonement

To your unknowing
Unto mine

Bigger
Blacker
Cloud of nine

Pull me closer
Track the mileage

See me through
Or see me out

Just shut
Your ******* mouth

hear it out

The wind
It blows

A cinder of thought

The grin
From whispers

Tickling to talk

The clock
It spins

In predictable sections

But the hand
It slows

In lesser lessons

Be a friend
Be an enemy

Just don't disrupt
The creative energy

Take me

Take me down the stream

Make me
Make me see again

But forgive me
Forgive me now

I will leave you there
Crying out

For crying out loud
From emptied stares

We can laugh
When its way back there

And nothings as barren
As it seems

Gonna be big one day
Gonna get stuck in a cave

Gonna sing to you one day
Sing to your blades

Gonna slave to your pain

And we

We will still be

Okay

She was so ******* punk rock
Black chucks and skinny jeans
She loved my ******* ****
I loved her ****** rings
As we breezed into kissing
Upon moments of meeting
Before we were weaving
Eachothers clothes away
For now i stayed
The bad astray
Lost in her eyes
Eyes like mine
In another way
It was another day
Another place
Placed in mind
For another date
Saved for later play
In my own time
I am one
But one of a certain kind
And with my kind at my side
Ill survive all this hype
Inside girls im alright
For tonight
And she was so ******* punk rock
Rocking the world
Bangin the bullies
And flippin the bird
She crys when she ****
She **** when you hit her
She likes her hair pulled
Gets her even wetter
But love her
And lose her
Ill do better
Slam her
And bite her
Please her never

Twisted support beams, reached into the rubbled streets, from the heat of 1000 paint jobs, bubbling in a breeze of noxious dust, gushing from the fallen cages, sealed into caves of vacant ships, where they smoldered with the older ways, long forgotten, and gone, one day.

A raindrop
That plops
Upon
My most
Opened
Eye

Again

Scribbled
Tidbits
Fidgeting
The twiddles
Of a warrior
Wandering
Wayward

Fold
A hand
That
Holds
Untold
Lows
Before
The turn

Heaviest
Are the
Eyes
That look
Upon
The light
Squinting

Easy as
Breathing
I ease
Into the
Back lit
Screen

Sustained
Is the
Stasis
From the
Sanctuary
Of this
Spaceship

He followed
The hollow
Wallowing
Of the crowd
With doubts

The flame
In his chest
The same
To the rest
But twisted
As he was
Blessed
But gifted
With inferiority
And was horribly
Conflicted
Of the message
He was meshing
With the decrepit
Feeling
Of his fleeting
Half stepping
To the
Recollections
Of his blessings
That he was tempted
To dissect
From the crowd
Inflicted
Despite the
Shroud
Of clouded
Bouts
Torn from
The panicked ****
Of the phobias
He knew they were scared of
And glared
Right through them
Before he opened up
His coat
And started shooting
Proving
Others wise
In the silent
Reprise
Of 45's
And nines
He smiled
In the exile
Of fear
Escaping
Through
The fading
Lights
Of dying eyes
In the wild
Surmise
That with each
Trigger squeeze
Eased him
Into shame
As he
Aimed
To please
For the release
Of lives
Crawling
For the
Finished
Lines
And in gorgazmic
Slitherings
He delivered
The final blows
With power ups
And scores
Progressing
The killing
As he reloads
With shrilling
Grins
And stints
Of compassion
Fashioning
The rationed
Satisfaction
He received
From the screaming
Mothers and babies
Brothers and maybes
Splattering
On the plastic trees
Of escalators
And skeezes
That laid shuttering
Headless
Upon the exits
Of his
Insurrected mind
And he was just fine
With dying
In kind
And he was just fine
Shining from
The shrine
Of Santa
In a sonata
Of solidarity
To the led
Soldering morals
In a story
Of victory
And of
Personal glory
For the lords
Of defeat
Seething
In the completeness
Of a defeatist
As he stuck
The heaters
In his mouth
And was out
Without
One doubt
As to what
Nothing
Means

She had
Big luscious
**** ******* lips
Scrumptiously
A ***** *****
With tattoos
Across her ****
And an ***
That any man
Would kiss
Despite
The ***
And the ****
Already on it
She had sass
And would *****
On *****
As her mascara ran
But she wasn't sick
Her every ******* tear
Immaculate
She was a submissive
So dismissive
When you hit her
She came
And begged
For another
With her
Bloodied pucker
Of mucked lovers
She was a nasty *****
Leaving lipstick
On rich boys
And Leroy's
And she
Would ****
Or ****
Just about
Anything
To get lit
As she elongated
Her words
Like a *****
Southern ******
Slurring her verbs
With dead birds
In her hand
And fear
In her heart
She fanned
Her flames
And scrubbed
The stains
From predictable
Strangers
Strangling her
While getting ******
From every angle
Dangling her soul
In her mangled holes
She cried
And cried for more
Reap and sow
The *****
From her nose
As every man knows
To blow as she chokes
Such a beautiful throat
And that walk
That walk of a *****
That every man adores
That other girls
Only wished for
And she loved it
The attention
The erections
The affection
The infections
She was addicted
To ****
And knew it
She was a ****
Strutting her stuff
Letting her **** out
Of her blouse
Just to arouse
The curiosity
Of your spouse
And wreck
Your house
She couldn't get enough
She'd eat your girl out
Before getting ******
She was down
For anything
Or anyone
A **** ** bag
That we all
Tagged twice
Once for fun
And once alive
I was her life
She was my wife
She was a
kick in the face
Away from fame
And she would
Say anything
Anything
To get away
Until she
Didn't

There is, this blue, this, something that grows inside of me, something that coils through me, when the distractions are gone, or forgotten, a forgotten, feeling, rising up from within me, and within me, lifting a hope, a hope from a dream, a dream, suddenly realized, and realized, i was always there, just there, always here, just here, waiting for me, waiting for me to sync to it, to a place, a place, where the light is thicker, in an encompassing blue haze, a blue haze of a comfort, a comfort i will not explain, but will say, that this, this, wholeness, this wholeness exists, i felt it, sitting in a chair, with a view, that i have never viewed, and beside me, things, things i have never seen, and nobody, nobody was there, but me.

It was peace, all that ever was, or shall be, it was me, projecting on the screen, what was needed, to redeem, the blue light for sight, into others dreams, as i master me, tethered by a single string of tranquility, i could, and always can see, the light beyond my thinking, and i think, everything, is where it needs to be, for the time being, a non entity to my being happy, embracing my duality, the happiness, as well the tragedy, of the sadness that lurks, upon the birth, of reprisal, to take me higher, than i ever knew to desire til now, as now, is all there ever was.

Don't know
What you're talking about
So i scream

Real loud

Don't care
What you're gawking about
So i scream

Right over you

Its all forks in the air
And lack of care
When i scream

Right through you

My love for you
Fragile love for you
I love you and i love you

I love you dead

Its a bottle bees
Shattering
Over the stings

Get outside me

Sing a bit to me
While i'm asleep
Let me be

Or ill scream

Buzzing in my dreams
Stingers, and wings
Singers, and fiends

Screaming at me

Screaming
Why the ****
Is it so much

To stop

Shut up

Turn it

Off

Just try
To display
The might
Of a republic
That died
Years ago

Just try
To let go
Of the way
That lead us
Away
From ourselves

Just try
To break
Away
From the hell
That awaits
Us now

I freed
A sea urchin
Lurching
Over my *******
In aversion
To my excursion
From the hurting
Sleep
Unearthing
The trees
Of a life
Dangling
From the branches
Shaking
With the cannons
Blasting
In the distance
Of my resistance
To the betterment
Of my belligerence
Toward the kids
To unnerve them
From the bliss
Of ignorance
Into servants
Of science
Deferring
The gods
To appliances
And silencing
The violent
Tendencies
Of stupidity
Into ridiculously
Clever things
That inspire
Laughing
All while
Mapping out
The world
Anew

My planet is pregnant
My planet is pregnant
And soon, it will eat for two

It never happens to me
It never happens to me
but not too sure about you

The fire, it burns
The fire, it burns
And it doesn't care who

Here to succeed
Here to secede
To absolutely nothing

Just here to feed
Just here in the feed
Saluting an image of the sun

For you i bleed
Through you i bleed
Until nothing real is left

And if you dribble simply
Through the dimples
Of simplicity
The ripples
Impact the world
At capacity

And if you dare
To bare
The battlements
Of their glares
Just stare
Straight through them

And if you are to die
In compliance
To the night
Than you have
Chosen wisely
As knighted

And You can hail the sun
Or you can hail the son
You can dream a little dream

You could be the one
You could be just one
Of many

You could **** for fun
You can **** the fun
Out of me

Just make the earth your *****
Just make the earth *****
To shake and spin us free

Just let us the bomb the rich
Just getting bombed by the rich
Blow up some buildings

Just tools in a ditch
Just fools in a hitch
Slowly dying

And from the ashes born
The masses with their scorn
As the dead walk in the lorn
Of the flock
Warned of the stalk
Bred in the knots of laws

And from the fires rise
The desires and the lies
Of flies caught in the web
Surprised by the gems
Of the steps
Toward the lights

If all is to be
A batter
Of our dreams
Than better me
In the flames
Of naivety

You can always see
But you cant always see
Everything

You can always be
But you cant always be
Anything

You can always speak
You can only speak
Of what you see

Singing
Feeling
Seeing
Talking
Tingling
Thinking

Like me
Just like me
You're just like me
Fading
Erasing
Then recreating

The eyes
To see
The cries
To see
The smears
To feel

All the mes of the world
All the mes of the worlds
All the mes of mine
All the mines are mimes
All the mimes are shining
All of mine are shining

From the world
From the whirl
Of woe

From a world of war
From a world
We don't know anymore

Caste in horror
Upon a ******
Breast

A deplorable
Harvest
Of the best
Intentions
Left
Unsaid

We are here
We are there
We are everywhere
But where
We should be
Beware

Its the heart beating
In the breathing
Thinking
That the whispering
Is hissing
Go there

But im still aware
Of the glaring
Statements
Of vacant mass
Out lasting
The past

In static
Spaceships
Of mind-frames
And perspectives
Ive elected
To turn off

Scoffing
In the loss
Of words
Blurring
In the thirst
Of the worse

Id be cursed to know
But the first to know
That the dam broke
And the flow
Drown
The voices out

Until
The fire
Is out

Just hurry
Get the **** out
Just go

Just go

Just

Go

Intrepidly neglected, of my lessened reasoning, I am dissected, of my insurrection, from the blessed beens of yesteryear's glints, dancing, parading, and burning, in layers, stages, and fazes, fading, and melting, the plastic faces into the smelting heap, that has come so far, just to inspire me.

Always.

Always you unto me, spiraling, indefinitely into the deep, where ceased is the times, with bloodied hands, and laugh lines, laughing one last time, while glancing toward my watch, under setting suns, and rising stars, smiling faces, and in tearful goodbyes, i realise

The sky's limitlessness

And in all the glory, and all the bliss, the eloquent stories, and the gentle drifts, my imagination uplifts, in wisps of gentleness, where i submit to reason.

Bless-ed be, the one who garners to my support, from a vortex of euphoric antidotes, of mindless quotes, and animated emotes, pulsed, from straight faces, and lost hope.

Ill tell the truth, you can go with nope, in whispered breaths of gun smoke, lathered in lith-dope.

Just trying to cope with the flow, until i crash upon the shores of nevermore, and, explore these holes in my soul intent, ascending from the contempt of bent perspectives, and twisted concepts, letting the blood of the peasant from my arms of harmony, trembling blankly to sleep.

To you a *****, to me tranquility, as i sink, into the world i knew, so that it may be seen, casing the well being, of all the things, and pixelated dreams, from a thieves keep.

Deep, down, below me, in obscurity, i seep, through the soil of my turmoil, until my hand reaches out, from beyond my doubts, and clambers from the shadows, outside of myself.

I am born, of mud, of muck, of the stuff, you're afraid of, and all i bare is love, love to shrug the shams astray, vacating the placation, and dichotomies, unifying light, into one me, shining in the rainy streets, of my deletion

Until my completion
Completely
Erases me.

Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.

Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.

Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.

Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.

Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.

Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.

Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.

Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.

The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.

Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.

Its lovely here.

Laughing in the lashes.

Signing my entrapment's.

Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.

Sometimes

It just feels right to be alive.

Seeing, what may not be, even there, is an art form so rare, where, the pictures are painted first, before they are made.

I was
So sure
Id meet me
On the tracks
With bags of cash
And some clothes
In hand
But the fire
I had built
Went cold
As my
Second thoughts
Grew old
To the
Truth
Setting
In, but
Apart
from
Me
Where
I rightfully
Left me there
And made off
With my share
Of the loot

I was so proud
As she gunned down
The crowd
Before
Putting the gun
In her mouth

Give a little sunshine
And some extra time
With the bits of light
After a long night
And ill be just fine
Just me
And mine
Shining
In the
Dark

Blank stare
Over the strip
Uniform spotless
Flawless
He says hello
Into his radio
And heads for the door
Wishing for more
As he steps into
The corner store
For coffee

The stars
They spangled
In her eyes
In her thighs
The stars
Stayed out
Every night
Until day
Where
The dark parts
Healed

Whoa is me
Smiling
Fidgeting
With the trigger
Figuring
Something clever
To write
In the blood
Right in the love
Of your
Forever
Mores

I listened for the sound
My ear pressed on the ground
Ignoring the itch
And the noise of the ditch
I was homeward bound

Drinking time down with his coffee, he sits, fidgeting his pen on empty pallets, and with a straying mind, he writes three lines, and calls it quits.

The dark, is best alone.

I wounded myself, to feel how it felt, razor stripes of my life trickled from my arms, and chest, i tested how it felt, again, how it felt, to hurt, and i lurked, in these tears of trickery until they dried.

I remember looking into hate for a well of ailments, but just layered laments on my fragility, but I still remembered the memories, as they blurred through times passing, fast forwarding right past me, pulsing, flashing.

I Remember the blasts of my friend, as his head cracked on a trunk, six bullets, rolled back eyes, pink foam, and a rasping noise, and all i thought was to catch his breath, one last concept, as it slipped on by.

Not one tear, not one cry, neither him nor I.

And I, still feel the feeling of those wondrous eyes of mine, gasping unto beautiful skies, in the sweet sweet surprise, of something bigger, something so profound, as to drown the world in doubt, of its thinking.

So young, so innocently brilliant.

And I remember sinking pits of regrets, and things i wish i said, as i bled, in tears, before the years stole the deepest emotions ill ever know, and strolled through uncontrollable turmoil, in rolls, and waves, of the tolls, Ive paid, in coils, of hate, all balled up in haste, and chucked at the door, mucked of the core, spilling its guts, on the mudhuts of my humanity.

Humility unborn until true scorn pierced center mass, penetrating my soul, my coal, my face, and my masks, changing me, redirecting my intentions again, to the forbidden zen, of absolutely ******* nothing.

Not a bird chirp, a cricket, or wind.

Not a frown, smile, or squint.

******* nothing.

And i remember my operational function, unplugged and bludgeoned, in the intoxication of girls, that whirled right past me, leaving blood, ***, *****, and glass, in my shadow, lifting from the ground, proudly striking down, everything but what mattered, as it shattered my heart, into a million fragmentation's that popped, on every person it came across.

I remember everything, like another's memory, remembering something at the door of knowing, before dying upon its showing, of the path, the caste, the infinite black, staring back from the black, and laid upon me the eyes to look back, and see that it wasn't me, and suddenly ...

I remembered nothing.

My wishes
Are lies
As I
Cannot
Control
The tide
But i
******* tried
Oh i tried
And crashed
Into the sides
Of rocks

Been ripped open
By barnicles
And attacked
By sharks
But i built
A one man raft
And embarked
Toward an island
In the dark
Where no man
Can live
But me.

But Im tired
From the journey
And all i want
Is to sleep
Just floating
In the sea
Awaiting
Tranquility
As it atones
To me
From deep
below

From the shade of leafs, it endeavours up the building, and crawls in through a screen, where it gets caught in a spiders web, where its twitching turns to screaming, as it is slowly eaten.

The crawly thing.

He wrote to please, and wrote of things that sounded like lies, up until they found the bodies, and disguises.

He torched the wounds, and assumed longevity in his nativity of babies, where he laid in a crib, to accept the gifts, of wise men.

He wrote of feelings, reeling in the fish, of the rarest dishes, swishing the poisons, of his potions, he anointed himself Man, standing proud with his **** out.

He was, and is, without a doubt, the weirdest sound your type have found, from your island resorts, to your wooded towns, you wish him near you, and its so.

The sun came in hot, peering through the shades, breaking the lazy day into sweaty parades of feet heading for the creek, where the creatures live in murk, and the plants reach up, and hurt, the fragile fears of kids, scrambling in a fit, from the monster down below, skittish, and all alone.

The watering hole.

The benefactor of tragic reactions, he made his traction in disastrous scenes, collecting dreams in his sleeves, as he grievously releases them on the next victim.

Victims.

Aren't we all.

As though a last sun closing over the mountain, the red rays, radiating the vacated valleys, and littered alleys all the same.

They are all gone now, but alive, laughing, smiling and playing in the cities, suburbs, and swamps, they think they are still here, but its been so long.

Its okay to dream.

It takes great defeat, to cry for victory, and the trickery is now in motion, traversing the air over the oceans in air waves plagued with poetry.

Fix my head, it doesn't care, bring out the dead, but comb their hair, mar the walls with what you found, lift it up, to smash it down.

I am not the man, you are looking for.

Peel the paint, and scrape away the plaster. Remove the panels, and look at the view of an-others room, oops.

Too dumb to get it
Blinded
By fairy tales
And sedatives
Material needs
And addictions

My diction
Perceived
Differently
When too far
To turn
Back

Drunkenly, i fumble my way home, hoping for something warm, but always waking cold, waiting for something more.

The hole.

Heaven cannot exist with knowledge of hell.

Not a single truth is presented to you, as actors, cameras, and green screens adjust the magnitude of your opinions, and attitudes.