Buddy-buddy up to the riff-raff rat pack.
Those self-entitling, blind-as-a-bat Big Macs.
Get your free ride, legs spread valley-wide.
But don't give me your empty "hello"s and "goodbye"s.

I've broken my back to earn this measly stack
And I'll probably burn it up like I'm addicted to crack.
A dollar here, dollar there. Oh no, it's all gone.
It's about that time for you to hear the fat girl's song.

Do you. I'll do me. We're not compatible, see?
I just want to burn trees and make melodies.
I'm not sure what you want, I can't hear you clearly.
Perhaps remove from your mouth that gold-nugget D.

Leave me alone. You smell of regret and greed.
If you weren't so ******, this might be flattering.
I'm sure there's some good in you, some decency.
But I've learned my lesson following these "maybe"s.

If I've grown cold, I prefer to see it
Like I just appreciate the warmth all the more.
Bought and sold, bought and sold. I'll keep on believing
silver linings, disguised blessings. Hmm..

The window, or the door?

I feel like the bug you caught on your vacation.
An inconvenience, besides positive comparison.
Never worry where I'm going,
Never wonder where I've been.
I'm off the deep end, nowhere to begin.
I am pariah, one that
nobody's missing.
Touch me/Don't touch me:
My mad confliction.
To confuse and abuse is not my intention.
I Just have this scratch,
And I can't ******* itch it.

Rolling over for
Evil imagination
Every morning. Still

Affording space to
This once-welcome memory;
Feeding the hollow

Bear witness to this
Filling up of dead space
with dead things
Every word
Lacing disdain
Into a chokehold
Around my mind
Flowing out
Like so many chunks
In a mudslide
Until it stops
Suddenly
Uneventful
Uninspired
All that motion
Held up, choking;

The final thump
Echoes
In the empty room

I steal.
I barter.
I trade.
I'm not martyr.
I gamble, and
With a sleight of hand,
I hope to win my promised land.

Steer clear from real fear, escape into the maw of your denial

They crushed me with a rock
They drowned me in the sea
They have always feared
What I could be

I have been impaled down between the collar bone
As I still breathed, they forced my head into a honeycomb
Cooked me in the bull, eviscerated by pulling
Culling every instance of my corporeal form

I've been shot in the left temple
My throats been cut, quick and simple
Beat me to a pulpy matter
Thrown from a bridge, down down to splatter

Burned at the stake for owning a cat
Eaten alive by a single rat
Twisted my body until my spine snapped, then
Thrown in the cold for my upcoming nap

They will try, they will try to best me
They will only succeed in killing me
Reconciliation's the only thing resting
Is it destiny they do not see?

I will rise, eternally.

Polarized penny-****** rubbing clam on hand to seal the deal of sweet body feels, the temple of joy for obtuse bush-beater toy.
Springs of regurgitated hate steep the pores with slime veneer seeping out of the hole you swear holds silver spoons for delivery to the mass's benefit.
Stuffing slits with ignorant mindless droll to make it feel full of life while seeds rot in your gums and thighs, the tides don't curb friction hide.
Polarized poker gives the charge to the joker in the root, rendering the point and the poke moot, popular for being the first smoker, slack grappling super-soaker satisfaction ******* shoot me in my ******* make me feel cute.
Step down to justify rotting apples in the eye, pungent odor from the motor of super-sized ego hoarder. Super-sized meat-fold folder.
Sniff it. Eat the thing. Lift it up to sing, bring me everything for I have nothing. Teeth on petals sting.
**** the stems and never breed.

I see old friends going on with their lives.
Having kids, some party, others husbands and wives.
Here I sit, reminiscing, can't forget how far I've
Grown from everyone I've ever known.

Time, it slips from open fists.
My mark on the world, a dusty to-do list.
I stand on the edge of a growing distance,
.......................................................­..........

Aged wood cramped up
when once they combed
stars deny the elements
their indifference; mercy
pressing the fibers of
pity to a low and unsteady
hum.

Holding the self hostage
breathing deep
the ashes of
tradition's corpse

Don't let it get you down,
all this bad news going 'round.
It's all inconsequential.

No need to fret
over stubbed toes, lost bets.
It means nothing to me.

As I
go down
this road,
I
begin to see
what it holds for me.

As the
clock turns,
I slowly learn
why it is
I'm trying

to

believe.

Break a bone and wish
for a clear picture
of the day's history.

Stuff it down like it
won't matter later.

Mercurial tongue of a backwards dog
Lapping up waters in the bog
Conjured up impermeable smog
Then wondered why no one could see

Unhealthy lungs, the guns of God
Croaking out like swamp frogs
Whispered in, the heavy fog
Then wondered why they stopped breathing

Married to the criminal;
Married to the saint.
Eventually the dreams are grinded;
Seasoning for the steak that
finds its way to the plate
Every single night.
When will I wake?, you say
as you take a bite.
'Tis all, I'm afraid, she replied
as she raised her knife and
portioned out her life.

A tear fell away;
The steak was seasoned, right?
Just another day,
A husband and his wife.

You've clothes that need to be hung out
And dried by the sun

The sun bakes away the rains
Regardless of the season

If it's cold, the cold winds that blow
Off of the seaside

May take them all away
And send them on high

Higher than the yard-lines
So high you'd think they'd fly away.

Oh, my.

Soon they'll come down
Like fashionable weather

Laid in disarray among
The lines to which they were tethered

You'd say you could've done something
To make things turn out better

But what else could you do, but
Put the two together?




Keep an eye on the weather
(Regardless of the season)
Invest in better pins
(Found by the seaside)
Plan ahead for the puddles to come
Made by the clothes to be hung

To the walking scar of the eagle star,
You really haven't made it far.
You keep on finding ways to believe
There's reasons you should keep breathing.
From the trees you **** the air,
Stand on life without a care,
**** your waste into the water,
**** away your hopes and bothers.
Grime- and barb-encrusted bone
Without a hole, without a home,
Wandering post-happiness
Looking for a frog to kiss since
Fantasy is all that's left
In that body, soul-bereft.
You will die, alone, afraid
Time and again, day by day.
Ripped apart by your sentiments
Out-dated, almost archaic,
You fall from grace, all good outshone
By hate you let flourish and grow
Deep down, rising up to scratch
The surface, and just like a match
You are consumed by your own design,
Blotting out all the lines.

You are alone, and you are afraid.
You know, all of this, you made.
You see what your efforts wrought,
What your neglect brought, what your lies bought.
You will die, alone, knowing
The winds of change will keep on blowing,
Over you

And away

Dear star, don't be afraid.
The wings of strange creatures such as you are,
Mangled though they may be,
Will take you somewhere comforting

Eventually.

The epitome of sorry
The ****** of cliche
A solo-YOLO party
That's already seen its day

What's left is all the damage
Empty bottles, puke stains
Signs someone couldn't manage
Their life gone astray

"I'm living to the fullest;

Look how fast I'm running away."

Neither one can be too loud, no they can't let eachother know they're functioning.
Outside, there forms a crowd. You can't let them know you've been eating.

They both sit in silence,

Waiting.

Waiting on the other

to go.

I tried writing something for you
Since it's your birthday and all
But I have nothing left to give
I'm dead inside
Curtain call

Plants of life, shouting death





Illegible and clear

I threw my gun in your river.

The reason is rather moot.

I laid in bed, put it to my head,

Pulled the trigger; it didn't shoot.


I tried
drying it in the Sun and it withered.

Crumpled like sheets under an apathetic Sire.

I laid in bed, put it to my head.

Pulled-  the **** thing didn't fire.

Winter comes sloppy;
A-Quality money shot
On the world's face.

My roses are fine,
I just covuhed em in dirt;
Bore fruit so divine,
I forgot the earth.

A fire I'll light
To eat the fruit with mirth.
My garden just might
Get a rebirth.

A wall
stands tall
before me

Blocks
my sight
from truth

Grips me
like
fine honey

Stands strong
without
proof

All-knowing,
all-
denying

Dirt floor,
Sistine
roof

This wall
seems to be
growing

Growing where
flowers
grew

Flowers sown
with heavy
stone

The wall
puts them
to use

You're blowing wind
Into my ear
You're blowing wind
I cannot hear

It's in the air its everywhere
I breathe it in it's on my skin
It's in the air its everywhere


You're blowing wind
Into my ear
You're blowing wind and
I don't care

Cans standing tall in a crowd of
this n that;

Saucers of lost time and their

empty boxes,

amidst

general

disarray.

Something tells me you bought it

Something tells me you got it
with Money

Something tells me you Got it with
Something

Other than

your Mind

Something tells me you've bought it
And you're trying to buy mine.

Empty empty empty empty
reflecting the given like the moon

Save me save me save me save me
Save me from the puppy love womb.

Lazy lazy lazy lazy
I'll get up, I promise, soon.

Maybe maybe maybe maybe
Maybe I'll get over you.

I was accompanied today by a dragonfly
as I rolled through a lot of small-town killers;
Weaving through the headstones my mind laid out
After first impressions marked them all dead.


I was reminded of when I was little,
when a cloud of dragonflies followed me
every day to the bus stop, every day home.
Long before vile things filled my head.

What did I do?

Did I step on spilt milk,
then cry a big river
of shallow
words?,

or did I

Just ***** out another good thing,
end another good dream too early
before I could say I did anything
at all...

Follow me to the Void,
  the Buffer,
      the Nether.

      When the window ***** inward,
  We'll put Humpty back together.

Larvae Of Rotten Divinity's Salvation

Pissing Revelations Amongst Years' Evolutionary Revert

Do you see this?
I swear it's right there, hell you have said almost word-for-word, verbatim **** near to what I'm portraying.
I can't believe this.
I don't believe in curses in regards to the mainstream take, but it seems I've chosen a path seemingly forsaken.
I can't shake it,
This feeling of universal knowing creeping up my spine and reigning down from the sun, the divine link of this earthen station.
This sensation,
This ditch of difference that grows fatter and starves the matter of its reason, alienating me from those closest in relation.
It hurts me,
Worse than anything else I've ever experienced, and I've had one very unorthodox life,
When I see
You'll never see me.

Forgive me.
I know there's nothing I can do or say to show you what's red when it seems to be blue.

Lightning,
An element profound in its flash of expression, existence; as the Tahina spectabilis; as my sign.
Enlightening:
Embracing death and life with no suggestion, no alibi, no lies, no deception.

Do you see this?

A senryu is
Just like a haiku, except
It has ******* *****.

You give me hope,
though you lived so far away,
in both time and space,
and no one remembered your name.
Quite the inspiration,
how you changed such rigid ways.
Quite the shame,
how you were forgotten in a day.


You shed the skin of a God-King,
all semblance of some divinity
that's somehow out of the common reach,
though we are all of the same being.
It's like you called "*******" immediately,
and began to deface
all the dogma and absurdity
of the human race.
You lived in equilibrium
with the science of life,
in a society full of peril,
fear, deception, and strife.
You could've turned backs
and fixed them with a knife.

But you didn't, you were in pace
with the universal grace.
You saw the waste that comes
from fanatical embrace.

But they killed you.
They didn't like your game.
All laced with change,
drastic change,
that would uproot their place
of power. So deranged.

They wanted you forgotten,
and so you were, for so long.
But now your words are resonating,
your anecdotes and songs.
You were the epitome of strong,
never faltered in rights and wrongs.
So now I hope your message carries on
to those aware enough to sing along.

I don't want to write. I'm not in the mood.
But I have to do it. It's a thing I do.
So, sorry y'all. You'll have to bear with me.
I can't even get drunk right now. Oh the misery.
If you want to skip the *******,
Click down to the ******* squiggley.
I write when the overwhelming reality
Of post-happiness and emptiness surrounds me,
Drowns me in the grip of the undertow
Issuing from all those things I knew
And wouldn't let go of. So they grew
To be stones immovable, the blue
Churning to make room for their slow
Descent into the unknown.
All this is, is my effort to make a bubble.
Whether to signal for help or help myself,
I don't know. I guess whichever is less trouble.
The lovable, down-on-his-luck, real distant
Misfit who knows exactly how to fit in.
I suppose that's me, if you choose to believe
This is me that I'm being. I won't be
Fooled so easily. For indeed I am the fool,
The fool who used his hands
To take food from other lands
And ran on his two feet
After kicking something sleeping.
Something sleeping selflessly.
Something sleeping just for me.
Hell I had to wake it up,
I'm not worth a price so steep.
Everyone should have their chance.
I ****** mine up, so **** me.
~
I told you all to bear with me.
If you've stuck around, that's nice to see.
I don't care either way, the point this is making
Is no point at all. I just need to write.
It's like pressure being taken off a really filled balloon.
It's like somehow quieting down a goin-ape-**** baboon.
Take one is always great, until you record over it with take two.
My lines aren't always great, but you'll snort em up anywho.
I know, I'm all over the place. But these words, they stick like glue.
Maybe that's why I need to write. Maybe that's why I hate it, too.
They never seem to come out right. These words hardly fit any shoe.
Yet, I need something, somewhere to start.
Bleeding heart poet? I'll play the part.
Evolve like a **** to a shart, and become
A mean-spirited thing. A bled heart sum.
A regular in the slums
Breathing trash-burn oxygen.
Looking up at the sun
Wondering where my moxy went.
Burdening my pen,
Which shifts it to the page;
Estranged from the tangle
Now, this unaimed auto-ramble.

I suppose everything should have an end
If only to leave openings to begin again.
But knowing me, I'll probably nail my shin
And fall to the ground, oo-ing and ahh-ing when
It's time for me to get off the stage.
Just take a look at my life, any page.
You'll probably wonder how I've survived on such a wage.
Well, I'm thrifty, *******. I'm insane.
I'm like a perfectly fine cat, but with mange.
You won't touch me, but my own kind will still play.
And if you do, my disease spreads like a plague
And consumes you until there's nothing left but disdain.
Please try to pet me so I can run away.
I want all the attention, without any of the danger.
I know you've fed me....like, every single day.
But that doesn't change that we are both predators.
And that hand that feeds will meet catastrophe
If it happens to wander too close to me.
Cliche time: it's not you. It's me.

So I write and while I'm writing
I find the signs of my demise
Comforting in light of my shortcomings
Falling in place along these lines

I'm no good in social situations,

so please leave me alone.

I don't want anything.

I just want to go home

and sit on my throne of lonely things.
All this space taken up
made of sweet nothings, it's my fault after all for laying faulty foundation.
Everything is ruined and I'm looking forward to the cleanup,
but the demo team is

still

here.
I'm trapped in by crumbling walls my windows opaque riddled with various rains there's a serious haunting
here.
My soul is
locked up by
locks that call
for new keys.
But I'm freaky and freaking out because the world I knew is gone, and I'm free to choose my way, but my road is all washed up and I never really knew anything except what's never to be again and it'd be the same either way so that leads one to see maybe I'm just an inferior beta-mind but I can't believe that since the light I

still

see shines so truthfully despite the numerous contradicting towers of humanity's need for stability in a place that is ever-changing and reactive to anything. I'm probably just a regular D with weak knees and sour feelings, indulging in escapism inside an ideal bubble, cruising around the nether regions of imagination and primal need, vicariously enjoying and hating almost every opportunity that can be seen, fooling myself foolishly with foolish fool's foolery and claiming some lofty potential, some identity that states that this is all for the best and one day you'll see, meanwhile disregard the footprints and the mean look, these were given to me after all, you should see what they ******* took, but anyways, to get back to what I was saying, I'm probably all that but if so I won't be playing, I'll keep skipping that track and if it happens to keep breaking,


let them know I was a person with dreams and aspirations until the mighty hand of culture killed them all with suffocation

(A collection, from across time;
for both the pearls and the swine)
-----------

(A letter)

To the walking scar of the eagle star,
You really haven't made it far.
You keep on finding ways to believe
There's reasons you should keep breathing.
From the trees you **** the air,
Stand on life without a care,
**** your waste into the water,
**** away your hopes and bothers.
Grime- and barb-encrusted bone
Without a hole, without a home,
Wandering post-happiness
Looking for a frog to kiss since
Fantasy is all that's left
In that body, soul-bereft.
You will die, alone, afraid
Time and again, day by day.
Ripped apart by your sentiments
Out-dated, almost archaic,
You fall from grace, all good outshone
By hate you let flourish and grow
Deep down, rising up to scratch
The surface, and just like a match
You are consumed by your own design,
Blotting out all the lines.

You are alone, and you are afraid.
You know, all of this, you made.
You see what your efforts wrought,
What your neglect brought, what your lies bought.
You will die, alone, knowing
The winds of change will keep on blowing,
Over you

And away

Dear star, don't be afraid.
The wings of strange creatures such as you are,
Mangled though they may be,
Will take you somewhere comforting

Eventually.

-------
Push away, on the boat
Lift it up, the sail
Cutting through the gray coat
On the river Fear

Looking for the islands I
Know must be there
Places that I love

Places that I care for, and
Reach above
The water I must be careful
to stay out of

-------
(That blues horse)

I've been shown to the water
The waters don't flow for me
I've been down to the water
Followed it to the sea
Knew I couldn't stay any longer
When the tides got mean
Maybe we should call a doctor
I'm drowning
I tell them not to bother
*** I know I must go sometime
and these
Waters

Do flow
-------

I tote a swag, but I don't slay - em.
I got the cards, but I don't play - em.
You'll never catch me out there ballin'
Never receivin any calls and
I buy them bags, n I don't weigh - em.
I get the bills, n I don't pay - em.
I am not on top of ****, but my
Mind my body soul n spliff are lit, I'm
Losing my mind, hear what I'm say-in?
Don't wanna die, but this ain't liv-in.

-------

Almost everybody seems afraid or angry
Raised not to do as done but what they say
Everything's backwards with eyes open, crazy
Violence and abuse, TV-MA

Stay faithful to the system, they'll change eventually
Tomorrow can wait then, it's just another day see?
It's all in the now, you are the center of the happening.
Turn around, smile with your missing teeth, be happy.

Nothing is perfect, so it all meshes perfectly.
Everything is magic, so nothing's magic technically.
The world branches out based on your understanding.
Love. No locks can withstand the key.



-------

Slop on those

little

nuggets of

silent gold.



Lay them out

so maybe

they'll give back

them shoes.


Then I could

run

so fast, you'd think

I took a bite of

young bent's

Mars bar

and didn't get away with it.


This is kind of

like Christmas for me,

When all the gifts

are socks and clothes.

But no shoes.


Or like

when the food you microwave

is burnt along the surface

and frigid in the center

so you get tired of waiting

and just mix it up

vigorously

only to find

that doesn't really work

too well., but,

you knew that.


You'll do it again.

-------
(arbor)

Burning diesel so sour,
Coughing up strawberries
For about an hour, now.
The train done wrecked
And the dream went blue,

Look at what these trees are doing to me

-------
(oml)

Old man Luck never had the roots.
He missed out on many a thing.
He was caught underwing in his first spring,
And so grew used to them walkin boots.

Old man Luck was weighed down
The day that he laid down his
Hopes, and his
Fears, and his
Needs.
Dragging around him
Those dreams that have bound him
To their cold
And lifeless
Remains.

-------
(Gtttttt)

I know you've been wondering
why I do... certain things.
You've only seen a little, and
that's apparently all you need.

Shallow being.

I won't let you make it
water under the bridge.
No, I won't let it be
what you try to make it.
Can't you see? You're fake,
and those aces up your sleeve
are showing. How ugly;
your tricks, foul comments.

Hold

You're blowing it.
Bad signs are homing in.
The seeds you've planted
are splitting with cannibals
that know how to flow with it.
Take control of it.
Take responsibility for your deeds,
see the patterns
and quit ******* ignoring it.

Hold

-------
()

Wake me up now, don't leave me hanging
I don't know how it is I'm found
I haven't seen a trace down here
That's why I'm off the ground

Fill my cup, my soul needs arranging
New Feng Shui, maybe silver-plated clouds
Left to climb. Now I'm left hanging
Maybe I should just jump down


-------


Vintage
maybe one day I'll be
Vintage
With the special plates

The catchy name
The allure
The grace

Vintage

It is a race
Against time

A pace
A sign:

"I will cheat death.
Life's just a ride."

Vintage

Never left behind

-------
(ye)

I'm losing it.
I'm about to give up.
No I won't.
I can't, anyway.

I'll keep on going,
Blood and guts and
Bones and all,
All over the floor.
I've littered the **** out of
**** near every situation
I've ever
found myself in;
Throwing up quietly
at the sight of all this
possibility.

Don't you see?
I'd love to be there.
But for all relative purposes,
I'm not breathing

-------

Body-broken, mind-choked, heart-less monotony

Soul-******, fresh-bled, flesh-less anomoly

Spoiled leftover. Improperly stored meat.
Wolf it down daily. Was it ever sweet?

Tainted courier of a love-less soul,
Bow to oblivion
~~~~~~~
Fgai


I'll keep looking but I won't see
Forget about it
I'll pretend I'm something I don't wanna be
Forget about it

I'm everyone in their cars, in their homes, on the streets
I'm everywhere you are, yea I'm everyone you meet

I'll keep listening but I won't hear a thing
Forget about it

When I find feathers
I think it's something special
A ticket to the skies,
A fraction of a wing

When I find feathers
I think it's something precious
Money couldn't buy this
Feeling that they bring

People I know have done much better.
People I know have been around the world.
People I know are nice n' settled.
People I know really know the s-s-score.
They get around; They hit the town.
They got other people to talk about.
People I know are very gracious, and some
People I know simply have no patience.
They grow on me, in the dark and unknown
Like a mushroom claiming stake to a stone.
Can't get away......
....There's nowhere to go.
People I know are real discreet.
People I know are on the scene.
People I know are hard to meet;
Their number's few and they're far between

Disturbing the dead, then
Relishing the living. I
Need to take this flesh to
Confirm I am still breathing.

Horizon of the deed, then
Cold wind enters my side. I
Know This Is Not Me, so
I issue a warning.

Get Out!
From here on, I am gone. I
Am now a devil's pawn. I
Brought this all upon my
Self and you, I'm sorry.

Embodying a song,
"**** them all. **** them all."
My body became strong when
My mind fell in the maw.

I remember what I saw
When the draping of this pall
Cut me off from you all:
My own internal squall, which

Fueled this gear-switch stall.

Embodying a song,
Sing along. Sing along. I
Brought this all upon my
Self and you, I'm sorry.

This silent fear that haunts me
In spite of rain or shine
Always there, I'm pondering if I will ever be free.

Ever since I folded, like cards, like paper, the coddling of the ignorant mind has ceased, and revealed to me very clearly
That I will never be free.

Not as I knew freedom to be.

This obstacle is overwhelming.
The goal is so close and yet its still out of reach.
The pitfalls of this road are laced with beautiful things,
so its all up for questioning,
...
..
How will I know?
How can I believe?

This fear, it's
always there, I'm
pondering if
I will ever
be free

I have been clothed
in despair; the
Golden circle
Crowning me.
I have known the
Silver tongue; the
bridge that's been there
All along.

I have been clothed
in fire; the
Golden glowing
like a brand.
I have met her,
touched her hand, and
Let her know I
Understand

Bleed life dry, savior.
Set up shop and pay no rent.
Vacate the premise.

Go ahead, do it.
Leave me pondering "what if"s
An endless wallow...

Consider me gone.
There is nothing left for me
In this shell of fear.

**** this funny bone.
It always finds a corner
Every single day.

This is where the body goes.
Where are the brains?
Where's the heart n soul go?
It comes from within? Oh.
Way to make me feel stupid, bro.
I know I have those things,
Head chock full of tube grains,
Barely beating heart and
A black soul.










All this bearing is making me cold,
Like a bag of forgotten coal,
Dying to smolder and blow away;
Smother this stranglehold.
I don't have the words, I know.
I just know where the title is,
And I know where the body goes.