He followed
The hollow
Wallowing
Of the crowd
With doubts

A raindrop
That plops
Upon
My most
Opened
Eye

Again

Get what you give as you got what you ganked.

Live with it not in distaste, but relate.

I expected marching columns of men, beside roaring tanks, with soaring bombers above, but it was the half men who slithered within the systems, manipulated the programs, poisoned the food, and diluted the truths, that beat us within our gates.

and the thin lines blurred

in my war of words

vision obscured

linguistics slurrred

leave you disemboweled

murrderrred

Frayed empty branches, clicking up from others ashes, coiling through the withered tubes in tune with the ever fluid flow of life, as it breaks from the ground and into the sunlight, slowly falling into the sky.

You belong to the sun
And I belong to the dark
You can be the brain
And I will be the heart
We can be a bullet
And finish where we start

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

Rolling in twitches the eyes ****** into the back of his head, as his lungs contracted and feathered his last breath, out of his flailing nostril, and into my breath of disbelief, holding it in deep, and breathing out with ease,  the memories and storms of a fallen warrior born unto death.

The more you know
The more you dont
The more you do
The more you won't

The less you care
The less you hate
The less you love
The less you take

The more you speak
The less you say
The more you leave
The less you stay

The less you read
The more you see
The less you need
The more you succeed

And more is less
And less is more
And more or less
The moral is
                      nothing

I guess you caught me
I'm softer than i used to be
And i'm singing
As loud as i can

I guess you know now
How my love has come about
And i'm happy to have had been
I'm a happy has been

Forever and again

And i guess you've heard it all before
You have heard it all over
Heard it all again and again
Until it doesn't hurt at all

I guess you found a light in there
I'm still sifting around
And i am still singing
Singing

As loud as i can

Turn out the lights.
It was too bright anyways.
Let us, just sit in the dark and breath.

Rock your chair.
Bring us to life in the creaking.

Think your thoughts, of my voice, nagging you, to leave me here.

You will not.

I saw a nation of fools,
rising to half read books.

from dim lit city streets,
he hits repeat,
and drunkenly retreats.

Sun shone but once and the grass covered the sidewalk

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

Meet me in a dream, and sing to me as i sleep.
Wake me in the morning, to indented sheets.
Always keep the words, blurred and unpronounced.
Dangling in my head, tingling to come out.
I'm not the only one, that knows what you're about.
But I'm the only one who knows you now.

many curtains cover the stage

of which is the truest

or shall we focus only on the stage

or maybe the people on it

but can you see the strings

or that the lips dont match the voice

i am never sure if i should watch the stage or the audience

Fold
A hand
That
Holds
Untold
Lows
Before
The turn

he learned to tune out the screams,
and didnt care anymore if his hands were *****.
he just shuts the door when hes working.

When i win, it is exactly what they wanted, and when i lose, it was part of the plan.

I said her name enough for the word to empty, enough to fill it up with the mere sounds made into the shapes that make me who I am, and today, she whispered my name until I was awake.  ~Her sound

He lived in the hills
Amongst the ferns and owls
He saw the other stars
The ones that we cannot
The place where only others go
That other place
With other faces
Smiling from another sun
Another one
Lost
He saw
The colors we could not
Without a light
He draws the water
Of his life
Hes alive
In another way
Another place
When he awakes
He knows his place
And in time
We find
Ours
too
Dreaming
Of another place
Made of dreams
Made of things
In another way
Another day
Turns night
From another dream
To dream
Of other things
In other nights
Wave goodbye
And say good night
We,  live
In,  time

It was the candy kids who danced regardless of the weather, and i am better to have watched them die up there, so very close to the sky.

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

Your pain
Its perfect
So pretty
When you hurt

Your hurt
So patient
Feeling silly
When you smirk

You're a fool
To love me
Without showing

You're an idiot
To forsake me
Not knowing it

So beautiful
When you
Are blue

******* love you
Wish you knew

All i see is you

lose yourself
in someone else

let it all just go

surrender
to the tendered notion
that you can never
just know

until too late

Heaven cannot exist with knowledge of hell.

We decried of empty skies from lights that washed away the night.

We were blinded by the stars, while listening to our hearts, through the muffled sounds of cars, singing from afar.

We were bright and shining nothings, kissing in the dark.

She didn't have to do a thing

Just emanating

Weightlessness

Through me

She

Is

Beautiful

To me

For me

She

Lives

Perpetually

Within me

Giving

Grace

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.

Where will you be?
I'll likely be
In my ******.

he threw me to the ground
and stomped out my teeth
shot him twice
and only got a week

He could see her
Feel her
Sitting there
Unaware of him

He heard her whispers
Of doubt
Drowning out
In the street noise

And he could hear her
Shout
From the inside
So he sat beside her
And kissed her eyes

As the softened jade
Accumulates
At the barren drains
Of that which washes away

In a single grace
Of a strangers face
From the same place
She placed her grief
In his lips

And as he dissipated
She smiled
Gripped her keys
Stood up
And walked away

From the other place

Again

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

The hole.

Today, our planet assists, the suns spit, in traversing the distance, to our earthly pit of gardening and ****.

Hello sun, it was fun, but ill meet you here next year. If you don't **** us.

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

I fear the telescopes growth, as it looks deeper and deeper into our past. I fear that it may find us, looking back.

Boiling up to the surface, my flesh cracked, teeth grit, and my eyes forced back, as the searing heat, outwardly breathed, with arched back, heaving energy into the sky, shattering the projected dreams from a rusted machine, in the heart of a vast wasteland, where we arose, and saw for the first time.

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.

I wrote a note in coke that spoke to my morning self, but blew it, never knew of it, and moved right through it unscathed.

From the sunshine in the shade,
to the radiance in the dark,
in moon-beams upon lakes,
and amongst the oceans in the stars,

you
       will
              find
                     me.

He stared through the jagged glass, as it dangled from a window frame that overlooked the overgrowth in the same place he buried change as a kid.

The remembrance of hope, love, and innocence danced into his grin, as he licked a single flame onto the drapes, and waited for the tears to pull in.

He was closing the door.

One last time.

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

If i ever die, and get to travel through time, i would find you when i met you, and say everything i meant to, one last time.

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.

Easy as
Breathing
I ease
Into the
Back lit
Screen

It is the moments in which i must shake my arms in an overwhelming happiness that i love the most, and it is the moments after the moments are gone that i loathe most of all.

But it is all the moments that make the trail that brings you to where you need to be, paved with every tear, every love, every sneer, and every sincere apology.

Whether the glass is half full
or half empty
matters not to me
as you are likely
throwing your drink on me