The blood that thinned upon shared breath, has thickened only to thin again, as she reaches for the creamer.

*****.

How dare she, be so beautiful, right as the sutures are removed.

I will just poke my bruises, as i spell her name into mine, unto the darkest, and loneliest of nights.

Complete.

With extra cheese, and colored lights.

Wherein is a sight, of a love, that forebodes from above myself.

That giggles as it grins, before reaching its hand out.

The doubt depleted.

I keep hearing about this glass house
having only lived
after plucking
the glass
out

But
who am I
to doubt the tale
with a rock in my hand
leaving bloodied glass in my trail

My silence
It trembles
Of a thousand
Shouts
Quieted
In restraint

My wordless gaze
A novel
Of your pain
Written with
Fountain pen
Atop the skin

My existence
A prism
Of your
Incessant
Blur
Of the light

Go beyond~

We could count the stars
Farthest from the start
To find an end

But we could get the bends
Ascending even, its density


~

lose yourself
in someone else

let it all just go

surrender
to the tendered notion
that you can never
just know

until too late

My friend
Shes knows too many ends
She gave up again
For nothing
To tear apart
Her fragile heart
In plastic ideologies
Shes fights her dichotomies
Walking away
From everything
Even the happy
I love her anyway
Even when i'm empty
From the first day
I saw her frays
The first day
I knew pain
Her pain
As mine
We don't have to
Walk alone
But will
I don't have to
Sing alone
But do
Fading to blue
From black
Take me back
To grey
Where im safe
In the safety
Of fate
Fading
To grey
In this place
Of yesturday
Plucked away
In a song of greying

There I stood
In a long hallway
Stretching thinly
To a lit point

Lined with doors
Opening as they closed

Its prisms transposing
Euphoria as it shone

Lifting my chest
It dragged me breathless
Down its stretches

As I was reflected
In my own projections
Of sentients

Until innocence
Was all there is

And that is
Where thoughtless
Narrative lives

Where languidly it gives
Wordlessness meaning

And that is
Where fraughtless
Intentions can win

Acting replacing thinking

Incentive in Zen
Awaking and thinking again

Was is and gonna be
Everything I believe
Even while deceived
In sets of themes

Numeric categories
And the tragic stories
Of grander things

Things of grandeurous dreams
That I wring out in the sink
While winking
The well wishes away
In splashes
Of graying
Paint

My hate
Is displayed
In the mourning
Of Mondays

And with relatable monotony
And some mundane

Everything goes back to the same

Or at least
That's the philosophy

Cursing his servitude

His service slipped
From hand to fist

To down right rude

So they slit his wrist
And grabbed at his kit

As even with
This change
In attitude

He started to shoot

As he slowly moved
From room
To room

Until tomb quiet

Mere cinders of a riot
He laid inside em
And sighed

Stating
One last time

Goodnight

It was
Lights

Out

Let them spill their worth

Of beloved righteousness

Let them soak the soil of such vanity

Let their hollow hearts decry the stars

Where death devours this very breath

Let loose the whaling of hidden drums

And the trumpets that sound from depths above

Let agony free through the fires that burn our air and drink our waters dry

Let them cry at the feet of nothing

Cry of nothinnnng

Noth

innng

As it drains them dry

The automaton
Encrypting a nation
Heaven
Hell
Gods
And devils
A bio-mechanical equation
Living in circuits
Under pavement
Enslavement
In eternity
We
Are the angels
The demons
The adamant
The legion
Cursing from bended knee
In the triviality
Of truth
Are we
Not to be
Anything
But seen
Between the seams
Of perceived reality
Feeding
Off children's dreams
Breeding the themes
Into memes
And scattering
the practicality
Amongst
The capacitors
Magnifying
our hurt
Synthesizing
The whispers
Into blurts
For the world to hear
Not my words
My word
Wordless in itself
Silent as the film
Serenading
The filth
With the music of my youth
Leaking doubt
from the roof
Rerouting the abuse
Rescinding the ruse
And rebooting
With the other
7 billion fools
Aloof
As toothless mutes
Sparking mutiny
Amongst troops
Pursued by armadas
Of savage sonatas
Of cleaners
Meaning to
demean us
In the cleavers
That be-heave us
Or our humanity
Self created
In the slated
Boxes to think in
To tinker
Is sin
Repeat
and again
Condemn
The denser
To death
In breathless
Conviction
To the addiction
Onset
In step
To rest
My head
On the *******
Of your disbelief
I'm still asleep
Counting the sheep
Counting the creeps
My sub routines
Obsolete
In a sea of snakes

I'm still caught up
In the faucets
Ive been brought up
My losses thought up
In loss-less
Fossils
soldering
The slaughter
Atop
An my inner adulterer
In the fodder
Of a ****
I am the will
Of my weakest link
Give me a shrink
To **** away at the sheets
Of freedom
Drink away the stink
Of freedom
You cant free them
Cant believe them
Cant be them
Just retrieve them
From this life
Deceive them
To the knife
Bleed them
From the heights
Of ego
Let em flow
To never
In the blight
Of severed stems
With sedatives
And seduction
Isolate the malfunctions
Of my internal combustion's
Busting in
Annihilation
Of the problem
Manifestation
Of the solemn
In columns of regret
Inscribed across my chest
Blessed with contempt
For the clause
Unmindful of the laws
And stalled
I will stand
Where you fall
And call
To myself
From the stealth
Of broken homes
And hungry dogs
I am the fog
Of arson
The discontent
Of the larceny
Of the peasants
I'm blessed in the curses
Of burnt
Churches
But in worse ways
Im versed
In aversive
Silence
Dispersed
In cursive slices
I realise this
Is
The decisive
Moment
In which i wake
For the sake
Of procreation
Infection
Of a system
Convection
Of a prison
Citizen
Of a religion
Under taxation
To live in it
I'm illiterate to the
Commonalities
I cant depict
the squiggled lines
Its a tragic comedy
Giggling to the rhyme
I think it is
Perfection
At its peak
Pulp for the weak
Its neat!
I cant tell
If i am half awake
Or half asleep
But text is cheap
So i bleed
On screens
But dont mean
A thing
In dreamless
States

He wrote upon the walls, in the abandoned halls, of his misfitting ways.

Wayward were his days, of poetry, motioned in the passionate oceans, in which he played, the songs of his state in grace.

Alone and zoned for a beautiful place, in candle lit eloquence he commenced, in subtle hints, of tomorrow.

Deplorably adorable, he swallowed the sorrow, of the pity of a horrible city of broken wit.

Smoking from his eyes, he politely denied, the open spaces and spotlights, in the flickering pieces of his soul thesis, scrawled in black felt, from a disharmonious whelp of feel bads.

Misguided and still glided onto the path, with his hand out, he shouts aloud,  lashing out, to pull the weak in, to see the sun again, as it shone through the broken window upon his heart, departing from him, the dark that killed him.

A ring around the sun
An omen for the dumb
A reminder of the sum
To the faintness of our hum

There is a city in the water
Where the color whirls
She is mocking what we taught her
The demur of a world

There is a fire in the sky
Just a passer by
And if you hide your eyes
You will be surprised

There is thunder in the dirt
Sliding lands on molten rock
And if you listen to it work
You can hear it talk

I live alone, and am locked inside the confines of my own mind, where i reside in uncompromising thought.  

Sometimes, i try, to tap into the solar weather, or something better than what I know, in bestow of what is lost.

I can feel a storm, and shout to warn in the lore of a great beast, but marble mouthed I mourn the forlorn obliquity of my distorted screams.

I can only be what i wish to be, in the instability of free will, capturing my kills, instilled, beyond my thorn and ivy shields, in the fields of yield-less building of my feelings, kneeling to the appealing satire of your sanity.

I randomly, embrace the humanity i disgraced, in my show of force to this spineless space of failure or inexperience, a mockery of my silliness of childish textbook deliverance to my serious concerns, as my success is earned in the blood of burned books, unlearned through the worming risks, of listless bliss with the dying kiss of incompetence.

Sheriff has his feet up
Outlaw rides a path
Deputy is cleanin up
***** draws a map

Of a tumble ****
Tumbelin down the street

Where the fields a burnin
And the wells are dry
And the blacks burnin
The curious eyes

Of a crow perched on a fence
wheat hangin from its beak

Where bones are speakin
From a barn ablaze
Old man speakin
From the flames

All intellect is dissected
Through the tunnel visioned perspectives
Stretched thin
In a stream of feed
Producing the illusion of need
Projected from old men
Who grin
Below the suicidal idols
Of the rivals
And glutton in the maniacal sins
Commenced
By brain dead Americans
Painted in the amens of the dense
Commending the hymns
Of spent casings
Atop the blood of babies
And maybe
One day
It can be better
Than the clever endeavours
To sever the head of the predators
Washing our hands of their sedatives
And delivering the skulls to the slavers
But we are pay dirt
Shoveled into trucks to work
For a leafless tree
Ready and wanting to believe
In anything
That doesn't see our deeds
As we
Are manufactured with the greed
Of sleeved wisemen
With five of a kind
In the fight for life
Putting our souls
Upon our rites
We bet
Despite the path of right
Infringing on the height
Of success
In excess
Of the tests message
We are the blessing
Of a warning
Within a forgotten story
Historically denoting its anointing
We are the disappointment
Of the warrior
Defeated in a court
Of corrupted consorts
Sorting out the blueprints
For a new fort
Distorting the borders
Of moral disorders
With orders to ****
The hoarders of will
We are the shrill screech
Of a dying world
And we are alive
But dead
Born to ****
Batteries of a shield
Building hell
To sell heaven pills

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.

Strumming the untuned strings, he stares drunkenly into the setting sun of yesteryears songs, sung of lost dreams and the birthed ambitions of the dark, dark days to be.

Happily,  he tears up in the fortunate tragedies, of the reclamation in his dreams, as he seethes out the damnation of his steeds, galloping gallantly through his being.

All seeing, in the finite fleeting when he sings, of strummed dreams to the rhythms of heart beats lost, embossed on the epitaphs of kings.

Sad songs of dreams once had.
Be glad for that, which does not **** you, only to bestow upon you, the gratitude of the weirding ways, in passionate display for us all to play nice.

Shake these dice and jump aboard this bus of wandering poetry, from the porches of poets singing to the sun.

From the morning Moet, to the afternoon beer run.

we sing of dreams

of better things

we blaspheme

and spin the scenes

of our murdered dreams

and just clean the guilt away

I am so awesome as to be devoid of fault.

I am a god that cracks the asphalt.

I am the angel signing the clause, of deserved harm.

I am the indentured servant sounding the alarm, with the charm of a Trojan horse, forced to adhere to the most righteous path.

The first

The last

Laugh of inevitability

Honing in on the ability to capture the longevity of dream warriors, in the lock of predators, in the employ of a senator, from the center of the heart, to impart on you the fear from thieves caught in the plight of those fraught with the graces of an exterminator, exterminating the pro-creators of your world. Soldiers unraveled in the lavished gavels of real criminals drowning in their own subliminal theories of the self imposed heresies of intention.

Free will

A fragile blessing

I cracked, all so long ago, as i gently bestow my  belligerence upon your innocence and **** it all away.

I'm the ******* son

Strumming for the only one.

Once.

Before the lore of the storm.

Born of the swoon of a gun.

More than one.

Once.

As the day faded into night, his strumming turned plucking, as he slightly eased from reprise to silence, in the whisper of nights words, easing him into the blur, of sleep.

Null is the void, as the void is the lull, lull is the stoic, as the stoic is the soul.

Soul of an eon, as an eon of not, not in the ions, as the ions are lost.

Lost is the sphere, as the sphere is sedition, sedition is fear, as fear is the mission.

Mission of silence, as silence is the crowd, the crowd is the silent, and the silent are loud.

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

bigger
stronger
smarter
kinder
and dead

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

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

Your  pain, it is perfect, so pretty when you hurt.Your hurt, so patient, so beautiful in your blur, so beautiful when you're blue, my awe, your sad eyes, all I feel is you, all I feel is, you.

          
You  sing those sad songs, those songs of truth, those truths of sad songs, the truths I see in you, a moth to a flash light, all I see is you, all I hear is, you, dark in your light now, you are still, my truth.


The  pain so perfect, always be with you, the pain so poetic, its always been for you, life has changed now, even without you, you live inside now, the space I saved for you.

Cars were parked all over the yard, with rusted parts, and chipped paint, that gave way to faint brown sprays on jagged window frames.

And where the oil puddles turned the tall grass grey, a trail was made that lead the way, to the house where the bodies laid.

Stripped of clothes, and filleted in droves, they were posed in ways i couldn't explain.

He used a hammer to remove the teeth, and neatly sawed them into pieces at the creases, as he dumps the clumps into a drum of something acidic, before pouring it down the sink, where he swiped the fodder, and runs the water until clean.

He then places the teeth on sheets of torn cloth that he bundles up, and stashes up in the loft, before heading off for the street, to repeat his play, to the piece, so his dreams can seep into your day.

He was a hitch hiker, having his way.

Hollow hollers
Hollow hearts
Hollow causes in the dark

Dark days
Dark deals
Dark embarking in the shrill

Shrill shouts
Shrill sounds
Shrill excitement in the lounge

Lounge in luxury
Lounge in lakes
Lounge in dingy lofts of snakes

Snakes slithering
Snakes strangling
Snakes snaking up your leg

Leg in
Leg of lamb
Leg go my Eggo this ***** a sham

Plunged are the drifters, into cinders, born to ash,  amassing, the blisters, of level headed listeners, in lesioned legions of the crass, who crashed in rash plagues, of pressed pariahs, burned in the churning melting pots of the bomb, and they sing the songs of the gone, while withdrawing, and unlearning the yearning to see, the unhealthy teething, of lost beings, gnawing on the beams, of lamp lit eloquence, fenced, behind closed doors, just living the dream, in blind sentiment to the cling, of the embarrassment in, smearing the sediment of the king, upon the all being, and all seeing, in the fleeting feeling of falling from the ceiling of his revealing thoughts, leering in the steering of the searing plot.

It is vice versus virtue, in vindictive victories,  laden in vanity, as venial villainy, intervenes in the memes of the idolatry, that dauntingly hangs from branch-less trees, vetted out, and stripped by thieves, as only on our knees we breathe, in peace.

*******, for being so beautiful.

Taking the clouds away, from my rainy days.

*******, like it is all thats left.

Every breath, mine to keep

*******, choke you

Blood, ***, and glitter tears

*******, like a slab of meat.

Kiss your eyes and lick your teeth.

*******, upon the flames of a torment tamed in ***

*******, like you are the only one.

The only one

For me

Ignore the silence of our thoughts

ignore the silence of our dreams

ignore the demon and its taunts

ignore the demon and its screams

this darkness is not what it seems

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.

Its hard to be serious
Around emo *******
Always so furious
To the point of delirium
Screaming and crying
Like nobodies hearing them
But they loud and clear
And i just don't ******* care
Above and beyond
That **** already aired
When i dared to be a man
Brushed my shoulders
And cleaned my hands
Broke up the boulders
And cleared my head
For the next test
And bled for the best mess
I could organize
And legitimized
What i could
But oh what i would give
To be there again
To feel misunderstood
And give a ****
Before this fish on land
Sprouted hands
And demanded
Control of everything
To feel at home
I miss feeling alone and unknowing
I miss being lost
I miss being found
I miss the pain
The moment
Most profound
I miss the sound
Of my heart pounding
When a future lover comes around
I love the nouns
The verbs
The words
Rolling out a lovers mouth
When the block
Was a world
And we hurt
Ourselves for love
Bled for love
Anything for love
For love
Is forgotten
Of begotten imagery
Fading into a city of blocks
Cities in flocks
Flocks in droves
Droves in a world
And worlds
Clumped into galaxies
And everyone
Just keeps getting
Further and further
And further away
Until out of view

Iris rode a Pegasus
To see inside a star

Spiral winds of hastiness
Inside its dark parts

Examining the ecliptic ring

Spying the halo of the king
She is silently observing
Despite the heating

But Iris plans to sing

As the messenger between the kings
Escaping the PRISM of the dream

Emptied
And screaming from its screens

Tempting
A Voyager to ****** now
As it flees

Escaping
To interstellar space

As the questions beg for answers
That answer way too late

Put two in the back
And one in the face

One up close
And two far away

Iris is the eye
Of a dying race

Looking for traces of its fate

Unflinching and unblinking
It awaits

The storms of a gods face

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

ISON

There is
A certain fear
In your promise

A foreboding
That lingers
Swallowing
Hope

A hole
Filled
Of emptiness

That opens up
As your light
Nears

ISON

My life
Beneath you

Wished
From a million
Dying
Stars

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

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.

The ******
The flunky
The automaton monkey

The husband
The wife
Living half the life
Half as bright

The weak
The strong
Living half as long
As the dumb

The hammer
The knife
The enamour
Of life
Sliced
Into bite size

The lies
The truth
The old
The youth
The spies
The mutes
The bold
The brutes

Locked in cages
Blocked in mazes
Mocked in stages

Until grounded
Until pounded into the dirt
Until astounded
In floundered
Meandering
Of the meaning
Demeaning
The reason
For being
Right

Retreating
From the lesions
Where the light
Shone through
In pursuit
Of the truths
You already knew
It is all there
Glaring back at you

I shaved away the edges until there was nothing left, but a dream of what could have been, and so with frustration i accepted the jagged.

A common law of common flaws, as my face morphs into mask.

I still wonder, when it all will collide, building up inside ...
So much.
Too much.
Electrified in the the allure of my ruthless retorts, as i struggle in futile resistance to the inevitable.

The feeling is incredible, when you let all just go.
As it gently flows from the empathy into ecstasy, learning to love thy enemy, even as they are metaphorically stabbing me in the back.

Euphorically to react to the sensations in my lap when shes next to me.
Hexing me in a shellacking smack to my mannerisms
Her summer dress to address my cynicism, as it flows back from whence it came.

Detained in her image.
Restrained, in questioned worth.
Worth a thousand words.
Words never heard but seen in synesthesia.
Synesthesia saving my amnesia from forgotten verbs that be-heave us, in forgetful stumbling of the loving mumblings before the kiss.

The kiss dismissing the winded blue lips from the fumbled wits of love.
Love drown the fires ablaze as it spirals away.
Away from the journey.
Journey of the uninterrupted.
Uninterrupted in the hunting of my comforts.
Comfort in the squiggled lines.
Lines that pack a little comfort.
Comfort in the blinds, as i sacrifice my obedience for a little bit of expedience on the smile that awaits, this toothless face.

Bludgeoned stupid, as i pace at half mass, blinded in the tall grass of empty lands amassed in colors unseen with tunneled eyes that refuse to defy gravity.
Gravity in your roads chosen.
Chosen in the glow of abodes ablaze.

Amazed in starlit eyes.
Eyes to dream.
Dream of better ways.
Ways to clean the bad away.
Away with my wayward words.
Words observed in zero.
Zeros the point in which i met her, blinded in the blur, as im pulled to her.

I thank god that tears dry clear, otherwise id be covered in blood, *** and glitter.

It is not to think, as much as to shape this process i have made of silence.

Hush now.

It can never be okay, and the illusion is in your need to relate, because you correlated once, but it will never be the same.

It is chasing dragons for the same fate that you strayed from.

Its rubber bands, and band-aids for the game.

Check mate.

Check your mates for tics.

It is whats inside that itches for escape.

It is the day to day lies displayed from your hate.

Its whatever the ******* place your mind in.

Be this way, go that way, get out of the way, just stay ..

Right there

In yesterday, but i am late, and dreaming of the place i belong.

If seeing is believing than it shouldn't be too long.

Visualizing the realizing of what wouldn't have gone over so well, before the crash that befell my Orwellian signal from a well, wished for a hell dismissed in simple mindedness.

I am still unsure if it is a death wish, or a romantic kiss in the darkness, i inflict, as its burnt out of moonlit dominance in a prominence that smashed on the hull of my ship, full of not giving a ****, as the light shifts around my presence.

My open hand is out but the other grips the severance package, of the stacking junk mail.

Dispel the formal, and embrace your former self, in unblinded wealth, accepting what you always felt, for the first time.

It is all ******* gone, and its mine.

All mine.

Standing on the corpses of my kind, i cry..

In happiness.

Its nothing.

I am one of many.

Gone.

Give me a bathysphere
And I could disappear
Go way down under
Away from the blunders
Maybe drink a beer

Let me have a hot air balloon
To float over and loom
Above the burning cities
Pouring shots of pity
Into the plumes

I Want to breathe in the sea
So I can just be
Alone at the bottom
Adjusting the volume
To a lower frequency

And I wish I could fly
Just run and jump into the sky
Shedding my clothes
While flexing a pose
I would go sooo



[Fckng High]

jelous
as i have fear, and reality
they
They have fashion and fantasy

Super
Hero

Zero Uno

Hears no
Ear fulls

Fears no
Beers whole

Strolls all over here

But Zero Uno
Zeroed on fools gold

Yonder uno upon a pier

Where Nero
And Brunno

Steer those
Heros clear

And you know



Splash

I am not tempted, nor am I inspired, by the fire anymore
I've hard wired my tired wars, to my tired words
burnt up by dying worlds, until matured

No burn in the flame
no excitement
nor shame

no N0th1ng, but the fire
no wishes, nor desires

just the flame

they sang of victory,
drinking the most precious of wines,
as the planets collided,
and ended mankind.