Every road rises with the sun,
She does not speak of her decline.

My march is up one mountain
My fingers trace her spine

And hers trace mine--
Sifting creation with me
This way and that
Preoccupied, or
In paradise.

De-
Naturing?
If only with air,
We're making ties.

And now, I really should go--

She's making eyes.

...

Evergreen, deciduous trees
Winding trails and crystal streams
All woven into her halo,

She's making eyes.

don't mistake my value,
i am a man who wields fear like a would-be sword
who trembles in the most assertive way
who lives in the future,
and was cradled in the steel beam winds from the past

my cry was a howl,

my submission was a song

with eyes too full of light just like the new roman complex
you know anything could happen
i am your scorched anything

two lovers have the daylight withheld
from her room with just enough gray light
sneaking through to illuminate a single silver slice
of two gyrating bodies.

he sees her as a spider
because she sees him like
...a dog

their music reaches a strong ******,
and reaches, and reaches, when...

the light turns on.

the girl's skin falls like a curtain
to reveal the white young skeleton beneath;
roses grow from her bones.

at her absence,
the boy's moan ruptures a layer in his heart and he explodes
but she has disintegrated to his emotion,
his dark abstractions

her body now finds his feet
as a cool stream of water in the summer
as lines of real poetry, sometimes
when he thinks of her.

and her body now finds his head
when he finds himself courting a universe
unresolved, so he leaves for a walk
through the forest one summer day.

there will always be some flowers in some bones in a bed,
there will always be some flowers in some bones in a bed.

it comes from smaller places
no larger places
alien places
the interactions of plates
the fluxing potentials of shapes
different values are applied
different apples then we die
one big apple in the sky.

Before the final Oath was born
Two were riding toward,
Locked in eternal war.

Obscured was their conclusion,
Giving mystery to the living Oath.

Their teeth were in each other's throats,
Spears run through the hated sternums.

And ribbons of their blood addressed
The royal stature of their lives.

What happens when two kings lay claim
To one kingdom
Is a shame

And infinitely many kings
(I do expect)
Would do the same.

You are so much lower than yourself
Impossible to solve,
Held together with tape.

What a waste of time,
With your broken wing
Forced to watch hallucinations of others winning big.

And you don't even try
Because you know the truth.

In finding knots tied of this endless cord
That become the groaning knots in your stomach,
Hard knots in your back.

In finding these knots that leave your fingers
Frozen and frustrated, a clenched face so exasperated
Remember your infinite history.

And recall your historiless infinity.

So purposed is the knot of your life
That it is not a knot at all. Undone already,
You are the universe looking for a way to understand itself.

Take pride in the fact that you are the one chosen to take this burden on.

Take pride in the fact that you alone carry special color in this universe. No one has to know.

The universe is excited to be you. Love yourself, kid, and you will always win.

"we don't need these mice"

"what do you want to do with them?"

"just wring 'em out"

"erm, okay"

i'm trying to decide why your face is so there like that
it is an ancient codex
i want to tear apart my brain and view the very smallest notion of it
then take it away and put it back again
until i understand who you really are

where I really come from
i'll feel so close to understanding
no! it can't be! it can't be just... nothing,
moving forward!
no! it can't be just a nothing
becoming the very slightest something
all contained there
it seems too pointless, no!
no, no no no no!

and yet here it all is in front of you
so much
one day
it had to realize
it was never really that much at all
and crawl back into a hole.

i would **** myself
just to know Everything

just to remove the bias,
to stop automatic longing
free this body

free, i was my failures and victories
free i was my own family raising me
free i was breeze on the cheek of whose enemy
and i murdered and gave life like trees
i was who kissing who causing no one
to do nothing, i was sunlight
i was

Porcelain lamentations,
Further from that fountain.

Where she dipped her foot.

There,
Into the darker wood
Where the wind whistles between the trees

A wisened oak tree spoke to me
It said with its foreboding presence,

"One day, you will be like me
And you will see from a great height
The virid saplings
Saying hello to the ancient light."

tend to your rots
and tend to your buzzes
take care of your gnarls and seething hot curses
only a child can make such excuses
and even at that, children are not excused.

even the innocent burn in the fire.
take yourself further, take yourself higher
you may as well, man. see what you can do
before all the darkness swallows you, too.

Well you have wild eyes
But they're stuck in your skull
Touched by a world
They're forced to call home
Imprisoned in this aquarium
Where the fish all ****
Then I swear to God
I'm over it

When a part of me breaks loose
Traipsing through the woods
Or in my room,
And I'm reminded I'm an animal
And I stare down my
Umbilical cord, musing

That's when I feel the most alive.

But the jungle's grown
Computed edges
The people make
Nocturnal pledges
To the moon
Under the starry night
What fight is won
By its hairy law?

It gives me wild eyes,
Wild eyes that blink the time away
Because they don't want to believe!
They don't want to believe that this is my life.

You have me surrounded,
but I'm staying in the house.

It won't be forever,
I will snap at you to be patient again,
I will try so hard
And I will run back, to a different home
A little older.

I will repeat the process
Of half-trying to fulfill my ideals
With a wonky bipolar brain
Until I die,
Which will leave you with an odd story
And a very large selection of strange, emotional
quotes.

You will have taken part in my ******,
Once having been a reason
I took another breath.

Warp my idea of life.

Twist my knobs and reconfigure my musicality
Show the skeleton world
Show the antiskeleton world

I am identifying the cradled aesthetic

A circle has one face
no face
and infinite faces.

I was the waxing and waning moon
I was full, and null, and New

And I was hoping it was you!

Death shifts uncomfortably,
(Or was it me)
In the next room

Lies have them to sustain
Only brief breath from life.
The pain of lies exists to us, only apparently
Like centrifugal force.

A father swings his young son around Him on the beach.
To the son, it seems that a force is acting on him,
A force opposite his father's tethering arms.

But in Reality, his Inertia is only carrying all his Velocity,
and that Father will never truly let
him go.

So, it can be Said
that pain
is a lie.

find hell's cold rock in your heart
that intangible talisman.

no one crafted it, but its inscription speaks
speaks in riddles of blood
which, pooled hard around the rock
accentuates and beautifies its fatal premise.

but see, the blood spreads and blossoms like flowers
around the Stone, a sort of sanguine cymatic...
I have no idea where you are from or what you were thinking
prior to reading this, you could be anything!

So what one thing could I say that would be true?

Retract, far futured blood
Curdle into the sacred rock
The holy blackness that eats scabs and pain
Retract, so that I can breathe now
And enjoy the beautiful music of God's creation

A woman is like a question
A question is like a queen
A queen who makes you question...

the bulb around your head. held up like
a halo by tiny unfolding hands--
they offer what they can

the look in your bedroom eyes,
your heart by your newborn child.
"i will never stop"

it paints the speed of orbits
it colors the stars in the night sky
it knows the future really but will not let you know
so as to not spoil the surprise

yet dominance and death are love
yet war and famine, cruelty just things to think about
leave an end open and you will see the new thing

put yourself first,
i think God wants to hear you sing!

everything is falling so brilliant
into your only eyes, shining as it does
and only for you prized.

i just gotta glitter up my ******* then im going to bed

you're insane and hilarious so I love it

doesnt everyone do that before they go to bed?
for the **** fairy?
thats what eminem's uncle told me to do.....

oh my god it's so funny
you crack me up dude

no someone pls put reid back together
we need to go to cape may tomorrow!!
ill take you to the beach reid : ' )
ill throw ur cracked up shard amongst the waves
but i shall save your sphincter, and wear it around my neck at all times

then you would dismantle me
you're hilarious af bro
you win

is it feeling sorry
for breaking into her heart?

is it feeling happy
to make a little art?

dying, dying
justice on my mind
definition that is melting

those answered questions just denatured.

the probability that you'll return to the human race.

is it being ripped in half by love
over and over again?

is it laying here all alone
thinking how i'm just young i should live now
not waste my youth
but tracing the image of your body
chucking arm blood into social media expressions

it's on the other side
right in front of my backwards brain
eating away at me
negating the need for me.

Oh look,
There's more than meets the eye.

Am I looking for you?
Over the land that bears cold stones
None turn to reveal such a world
As the one you kissed me into

And the heart, it does seem drawn to something new.

But am I looking for you?
Because when I ripped and bludgeoned my way out of your stomach
I was thinking how my back was pulled tight as a board
I felt too desperate and clingy
To match your naturally occurring bravado
And how I snap under pressure...

Now you're gone and out of view.

The way your thin hands touched my face
Cuddling in the winter time
Drinking wine
The way you'd say like ya do
Everything we did leaves me wondering
As I look for something new...

Am I just looking for you?

we are all apart of this quiet still life toy shop
and it's like a page closed tight inside a children's book
tucked behind dust between a dictionary and a picture book
of stars & galaxies

we only animate when you come up to us and start living us
we only mean anything when we haven't finished
and we know every song ever written but we are still rehearsing
for the Big Day
(unless it is the Big Day, then we are performing what we have practiced.)

i mean like
what the hell is this?

you can go **** yourself!
and she laughed lazily, applying It to everybody
forcing them forward in time with her mind powers
killing the girl over and over in her head

realizing looser control in less of a mind
except me
what if i came back as a bee, or a firefly
i'd forget what humans were

getting high and snuggling pathetically
in the Bring Black Pluto! shirt
receding into rotating personalities

hating her voice like fingernails in the back of her skull
confused by the sickness and disjointed aims of her own diary
emasculating herself because where has he gone

to the sky! in smoke,
on nights.

with rear view mirrors that pigeontoe inwards
she cannot reconcile that she spends to much time
deciding what to reconcile,
an unbecoming that does happen from time to time
narrows her eyes, could catapult her
over that divider
only in dreams

he will be he will be he will be

Find out if I'm flammable?

The font itself glimmers on that gossamer skin
Wobbling strings of white-blue seem to
Wink at you, take the hint.

On to the advanced stages.

When you met, that tender peach smile
Set a garden of fire on your teenage altar.

But now her smile is a deeper laceration,
She knows you better. It's in her eyes--
This is the thrill part, this is what the stars all came to see.

Where we have some history,
And I see this woman sort of stalking me around a pool...
Like I just found some secret she was withholding,
and she was waiting for me to find it...

Find out if I'm flammable?
We jump in.
We came to start a fire.

it's called the reason Austin blocked me
it's stupid and easy and easy going forfeit
like you
so **** blue, hopeless, pale skin
caught in the universe

you picked up on that

i just never did
i just exploded like crescents in a can
i just bled out or vomited my hopes and dreams
on the coffee table of the universe

her slurred speech is just elision
her blurred vision is ... risky business
she walks around her friend's house
nobody home ... but a gaggle of crazy teenagers
she walks around (laughing) oh god
like a baby horse.

No one ever told me my heart would be cold by the time it set its fire,
A perplexing trade she makes
In infinite value to discrete sensation

Science only serves to complicate the scaffolding around my heart,
And my blood shrieks for purpose.

I stoke my territory wherever I go,
Walking around in an idle circle
I'm at the transportation center in Norristown

I wear the nice clothes of the age, waiting for a bus
Heading home from a drug test
We are exchanging quiet words in my corner of the world
She strokes what I am with what I am not
She tells me I'm handsome, tells me she likes my shoes

The air tells me I'm overdramatic, I swear she permeates me
Swear she knows my innermost thoughts

And all around bums are begging
Rock stars are boiling
Killers are killing
And everything is happening,
Going straight through my heart...

And yet I'll tell you my heart feels cold.

At times

it's funny i think if you zoomed in on matter enough
you'd eventually find some kid blowing bubbles
and that is creating the particles coming out of the vortex
changing the state of things
or this one really big guy whose name is God
and he is very much like what we imagine
or this other really short guy named God
who has a dog named
Cristofer Drew
or just this moldy hot dog
in someone's closet

*gross

Somewhere in there,
Maybe I could go back and rescue my mind from this sizzling bath of TV static.
But you know what they say about thinking like that.
It's just that nothing seems to make much sense anymore,
And I find it hard to convince myself to make a move.
I'm scared, I trust myself only a little more than I trust the world.

I'm not moving, just thinking about all this and then you come home.
You talk to me in the cute voice you used with your cat when you were in Oregon.
It wakes me up.
I was unsure about all this at first,
And not really even aware of it,
But you've grown on me.
You've grown roots into my heart. I know what they want... and I couldn't bring myself to rip them out and walk away.

Because I looked down and saw that I'd grown roots into you as well.

this spiral world
it gets smaller and smaller
things pop out we don't understand
can we call them particles
if we don't know what they are?

this spiral world
it gets bigger and bigger
we pop out but we don't understand
we just stand under
here, wedged between the stars

somewhere in between
you said i might be happy
and i feel it true,
working the ground into pretty heaps

somewhere in between
you said YOU LOSE
and i feel it true
with every victory i reap.

i weep.

i weep, i weep, i weep.

Each minute detail,
Slipping through the hands of god
Nature running out herself
Out into the great beyond.

I could never tell a lie,
Only spread a shallow truth
I could travel to the sky
Lifted on a holy tooth

But it's hard to scale--
It takes breath and blood
And that elusive summit
For all this mud!

And I may only ever reach its base.

But sink into the sky it did
And swallowed everything
I'm a man as sure as Mud
....

I see the trees turning
I see the topography of the old man's face,
With rifts and cracks
With gold and iron
Still in the old hills

The rolling of the planet wears everything out,
But its rotation scatters the shards of eden
They gleam like the eyes of a sad, old face.

Freeze and thaw,
Freeze and thaw,
Like god squeezing a stress ball.

Glinting ore shines on the skin of my arm
I'm squeezing a stress ball
Trying to find
A way to get the deepest taste of eden
With rifts and cracks
With rifts and cracks
In my jaw and spine

I'm telling you, child
Pull back those emerald branches of summer
And reach out with your body into the twinkling universe!

There are waiting places you couldn't imagine
Unless you've gone,
And you've only got one life to take there!

Fall asleep in novel moonlight
And feel the rush of waking somewhere new
With piano footsteps, find exotic fruit
With rushing waters, reinvent yourself.

Behind the twisting vines
Far beyond familiar plains
And over the Shattered Road you'll find--
Sweet love, I will be waiting for you there
Honeydew sunrise
In the crisp mountain air--

This side of things.

Something in the towering urban structure seems collectively
Demonic, maybe my mind is looking for origins of Death.

I'm a vagrant tucked into a cranial shell
Improvising theatrics, painting the halls of reality
With pigments I've garnered along the way.

When spirit formed me the Satan must've pushed out like oil in water
Hid on the other side of the Universe, in black holes
A deep wound incorrigible to sweet Raphael
Black and slimy Satan craving admission
That I have black slime in my blood.

I try to offer my mind an example of a quanta of Gabriel,
an example of mostly Raphael, a purely Satanistic idea,
a time Michael won. But everything rotates like the four-sided figures
described by Ezekiel, and everything is God. God, God, God.

Or whatever vocabulary you choose to express this feeling.

Because this feeling comes from my concrete thoughts.
Thinking, "The new surveillance state sure changed culture sociologically
and psychologically"
Always results in thoughts like, "Yeah but it seems like people generally balance the equation when there's a need for it."
And then the negative, "Yeah but in some instances this really ***** for some people!"
And then, both considered, "Well, it's just another arrangement of matter,
and it'll be deconstructed and something new will happen, and that is good."

Or something like that.

And over and over again I have that ...caboose at the end of my trains of thought. That's the caboose.

Ha ha, I'm going insane. Maybe I need a pharmaceutical.

Observations need to collapse to occur. So maybe before I turn this corner, there are angels and demons fighting it out, deciding
what i'll see when the waveform collapses. I mean, in a way, that's true.
And did you know about quantum decoherence? That kind of thing is really interesting. i am capable of understanding this wide variety of things. i'm endlessly curious. & I could totally be socially normal and everything
but right now i'm just writing, and whatever
i do it because it's fun and it feels good to write
for some reason i'm not a celebrity yet
kind of dumb if you ask me, but okay
and for some reason where's all the ladies
like **** that noise! lonely af
it's just complete nonsense, and right now i'm just writing. **** it. lol

i know the kiss of Unity
Under the skies of Paradise
love was the universal cry of my DNA

-

proud jewel skeleton of stardust
are we destiny, are we super
is this a consistency?

Today is a gift
Make out with it
Make out with today's ****
Or vulvic features

whatever does it for you

idk, then eat shrooms or something

pce,

me

I spend my days educating Lilith
And feeling proud about it
You see, my love
There are reasons to love humanity
And we are all just the tears of the world.

an invaluable treasure having known you.

your voice echoes through the dark, tall halls
of my home.

your smile hangs soft upon my closed eye
it is a musical number unfit for any instrument
but your face

your face! i will miss your sweet, sweet face

and how you said

GOODMORNING SUNSHINE!! and hugged me

"Were you trying to break my heart!?"

I've been thinking about all the ins and outs of life!
Andra Day sings, "Only Love can break your heart"
And for a moment I wished to fall out of love,
Forever, because it hurts too much to lose.

But it was never lost, and I was wrong
I would love for my heart to be broken...
So I can love like you.

She's got
White lies
Light waves
Dark skies
And she can legalize
Those twisted crimes.

She's got
Good health
Heavy gold,
Light feet.
Giving you eyes
And opportunities.

And you'd never think she's pure
Until you see her evercure.
She's got white lies
Don't act surprised.

i have this dream,
not a soul was *****
and women singing happily from the bodies of men
men singing beautifully from the bodies of women!

Not a Voice was Cut Short
By an Untimely Death
All that Need be Said
was Said.

and the devil burned out,
while gods still bled
we tried to make sure
every Family was fed
and the governments governed
and all the businesses
minded their business
they disarmed themselves
with their hands, still red.

cattle-less pews,
channel-less news
warless economies
Muslim or Jew

no extra fuss
no cannibal interest
just trying to figure a living together.
just trying to prevent such conflicts together.

just alright,
you know what
this is a serious endeavor!

let's at least make this
a little bit better.

I
Am
Mentally
Ill

tendrils swirl from me and collapse
licks of flame lap, lazy at the ether
for now, i feel defeated
doused by the dream-killing waters of eden.

no law says my body will find its cove,
only its cure
i want to dock my vessel in your shore
the fine and smooth skin of your sands
feel the ecstasy of your thin blonde hair running over my face,
hold onto your hands.

******* in my sleek and emotional way
put pure desire in you, watch my fire in you
one weekend we'll have our earthly heaven
but for now,
i am a lonely boat.

What are you going to do, Poet?
Pen hot words in the open air?

The winds will carry them off,
My fortress will rumble on and on.

And what will you do, Scientist?
I am the one with the gun.

I will place a sanction on your head
If ever it won't feed my metal stomach.

Far off, in government buildings
They house the organs of a secret beast
And I am growing certain there is coordinated effort
To sterilize the love of people like me.

Here I contemplate the possibility of representatives
And I ponder their fates:
Does my hero meet untimely end
In these evil united states?

A sad, sad legacy left by poets
This is one for the groaning heap
They'll burn it, oh-- they'll burn it all
And how will I find sleep?

Lost among crowds it is found in her eyes
Run like a river through the veins of her mind
Run like a river, you'll find your own heart
But when we part,

Hope it's all shown to be something unique
Know all the husk gather up round your feet
You are a weird fruit and a weird fruity explorer
Laugh like a king!
Bring my chaos to order

twenty-three.

the identity of my great starcrossed lover is obscured,
a rotted-through shell
rocks back and forth
on wood floors behind.

i'm deep down inside
with notes tacked on my spine.
the writing desk of God
you will find pages and pages about it
you will find a poem by a girl
who ran off to become
destiny itself.

tirelessly our bodies tried
to prove love either wrong or right
now i'm a rising sphere of warm ocean water
and she is approving his spirit by night.

!

that is the body of Christ
a volume of works by Sir Charles Dickens!
an insanity that plagues
Only worthiest victims

i'm confused as other worlds
pour into you
and you fold outside-in
with all new landmarks
on your sacred skin...

i will never be the same again.

it's not terrible
it's terrifying

it's nothing new
it's pervasive

it's nothing surprising
it's perverted

you inspire me to such extremes of my soul
aaaaand i'm sorry about it.