I'll paint the saddest vignette, nervous
Midaccident monologue
Fumbled intentions
Words that fall like loose stones down mountainsides
Disparate selves vying for the crown
But they squabbled hard and broke the **** thing

But you couldn't wrench the light from inside because it stays,
Imbued,
The secret elixir of few.

Here to perplex myself, if I followed rules I couldn't tell you what they were.
Death is strength's advisor
There underfoot, reality's new end revealed.

I've got a lover who smiles when I cry.

Her gentle caressing hand is the soft poison of the universe
Her beaming blue eyes are the hard facts of life.

I've got a lover who loves when I play guitar,
But only cause I'll die.

She takes the time to tell me
In her own transducing code
It was written in periphery
My infinite abode

I've got a lover who says everything at once when she opens her mouth.
I only want a word

I'll vibrate on her lips to sing:
I'll be your living bird

Lips
Just parted
Hips
Just started
Nervous minglings
and chemical interactions
are making music in the boy's spine

He stirs a cocktail
Meanders back to the hotel room
With a **** little prize

These jazzy adults with twinkling eyes
Unbuckle and unslide, stroking each other
With soft word music, but just intent
Angled for the bed.

Lips just parted
Hips just started
He lunges into her
And just for a moment the days come rolling back
With his eyes, hid by eyelids
Like two awns made of skin

Suspended in the marble of his mind,
She is fifteen
He thinks about her from time to time

He is conditioned never to say a word,
But she started his life.

It's autumn now.

The hearth roars on,
So wholesome meet each fertile dawn
The soil's gone to sickled crops
But in each day she's fertile, still.

So plant your seeds and sew your might
And keep the withers out of sight!
We'll work for strong and solid yields
Each day we'll go and reap the fields.

Tall crystal spires
are the upper reaches of your mind
And mystic fire
moves between the nodes of your body

An eloquently crafted being,
you are precisely the universe
You are sincerely burning
The perfect curse.

You irrefutable thing,
Don't let your spirit deflate
Let the truth of your beauty
Be a bellows to your body
And fall fully homeward
In love with your time.

****** me with poséd leaves,
Shifting in the breeze
Pull me forth in glist'ning Spring--
My brain
Pulls the ground
From beneath my feet.

Torture me with 'venient screens
Fated things and flaunted wings
But remind me in the even spring
That you and me is all I need

I called you slanted yesterday,
But all I need is you and me.

**** me darling, with petty scents
That become my world just for moments
Make my frilly nature sing
And make my big eyes fruits of Spring.

I seemed a shoddy chance at best
I lost it for a while
I mean no one likes to be kept on hold
And treated like they're small, and lost.

But necessity sees us all confined
And left with our sweet? deaths

But today I am not lost at all
My eyes are rolling dice
When I toss and turn in bed at night
When my youth just brings me spite

No, today I am not lost at all
My world lent me confidence
And told me, "That's a treasured
Thing, enjoy it while you can."

There! see all my friends having fun
Many are friends past whose specters I see
On an unfeeling screen.

See me, tinted blue and trying hard
Bored and left behind
I am not in a rock band
I am not seeing new places
I am not kissing girls.

All people want is someone to feed them funny things
But I don't have the resources to give you a good time
What did you expect me to do in the meantime

Do have any idea what you do to my sleep
To my confidence, to my dreams?
Overburden me, sure, you'll just make me more passionate
and angry

But laid-back, peaceful... Let's get it
Let's change the world
Take off a day, smoke some ****
That's what I want to be

your tears are in the back of my throat.

that is why

you do not really cry

or feel bad

my body is melting
into a bath of nonbeing
my body is more,
my body is less

my hero fights my nemesis,
see them there!
they win.

while i am young it fizzles, so bright
and my dreams and muscles drawn tight

the outer layers are yet to be seen
but i will be silenced
by the order
of God.

If I painted you a mural in the sky
Imbued with this love of mine
Could it touch you, untainted
By the steady seep of lies?

They seem to find us anywhere
Like little snakes in grass
The grass that is our mouth and hands
And which surrounds us as we pass.

But whenever I'm with you
My eyes are steady as the sun
I never stop to second guess the one.

The sun that holds us all together
Gingerly between
A fatal radiation
Where beauty can be seen

And felt, reverberations
Of the aforementioned grace
I contemplate here in your arms
Here, where I found your face.

There's nothing you can do to make it right
All we ever could afford is a bleeding dream
And my mind is in abyssal depths tonight
With all the helpless light to keep me company

We're lost forever,
Secret death
You said we won
But I'm seeing red

Cause no one's gonna hear me when I'm screaming for an answer,
And I'm drowning at the bottom of the sea

Captain, you're insane
You've got a look in your eye
You've got a deathwish in your
Broken mind
You've got a world to unexplain

*******, lonely God
And with a hopeless nod
You're gonna write it off
So just **** your pride
And deconstruct your brain

I'm in a world of pain

Captain, you're insane.

There's nothing we can do to save you now
When you're petrified, you're a sinking stone
And I don't even know if it floats
Cause all these lonely boats are just sinking slow

Between the stars and into nothing
Emptiness is coming
Loosening the skin from my bones

Captain, you're insane
You've got a look in your eye
You've got a deathwish in your
Broken mind
You've got a world to unexplain

*******, lonely God
And with a hopeless nod
You're gonna write it off
So just **** your pride
And deconstruct your brain

I'm in a world of pain

Captain, you're insane.

Fever's setting in
I'm alone for all of time
Head is jutting out
Without a plan or a lifeline

Vessel of the world,
Navigation was a lie!
What am I to do
Without a plan for a lifeline?

I guess that I'll just wait around
And die

Captain, you're insane
You've got a look in your eye
You've got a deathwish in your
Broken mind
You've got a world to unexplain

*******, lonely God
And with a hopeless nod
You're gonna write it off
So just **** your pride
And deconstruct your brain

I'm in a world of pain

Captain, you're in

Captain, you're insane
You've got a look in your eye
You've got a demon in your
Open mind
You've got a world to unexplain

*******, lonely God
And with a hopeless nod
You're gonna write it off
So just **** your pride
And deconstruct your brain

I'm in a world of shame

Captain, you're insane.

I can intuitively play jazz guitar. Pretty well sometimes.

I can sing so ******* well sometimes, I wish more people could hear it.

My voice could make me famous, I impressed people in jail.

I can write great poetry. I can develop great plotlines.

I know a good bit about different fields of psychology, quantum physics.

I can learn about most things. My knowledge has good diversity. I can talk to many different kinds of people about science, music, even math.

If I just had access to a studio... I could work wonders. I could compose.

But...

My nervous fingers are not yet so dexterous. I haven't been able to practice electric guitar; I sold mine years ago and I'm only saving up again now.

I fear my voice may not be consistent enough to perform and studios might make me far too nervous. But I won't know until I try, which I AM GOING TO DO.

Poetry doesn't make you any money and no one pays attention to it anymore.

Knowing things is pointless if you can't do anything with it.

When I talk, I sound really dumb. Really dumb. People think I'm stupid. My social anxiety makes me look stupid. My hair is long and all over the place. I wish people could see how intelligent I am, but I just have to wait until the law releases its hold on me.

I'm 23. I feel as if I could have, but it's getting too late. That sun is setting. People start to look at you as if your life is setting into stone. I haven't really performed. I haven't learned Spanish. I am a slow reader.

My parents and whatever it is they think about me. They never understood me. I want to learn Spanish, not Italian, and I don't care about my birthfather, I just don't identify with my parents, and I don't hate my mother, I just want to learn Spanish before I learn Italian.

I nervously avoid things like listening to music and reading and learning Spanish because I hate living at home. I wish my parents were more laid back people.

but

How I carry myself now and how I start to gather myself is what matters. You can light up on social media really fast, you just have to do it right. You can enter the world you want to, you just have to wait to get off house arrest first. I can do amazing things, I just have to do them.

My thoughts left behind streaks of black and grey
as my body broke the wind today

A young and frustrated-looking punk
Cutting through the hospital parking lot
On his way home

Turn them on their side,
Rotate, peel away their skin.

See the garden sleeping inside.

Awaken it. Beckon it
To your life!
Bring some flowers to your mother--
Maybe everything's alright.

Born under the array, we must have supposed ourselves computers
Esoteric notions of Illuminism made their way, even
Into the minds of the ignorant
By way of osmosis.

The roar of society's innards amplified,
An image of human digestion made confusing half-art
In the naked sky.

This folded into neat, convenient little quanta
But the world could not hide the ugly truth:
The climate was one of dissonance, and insanity
And clinging for its couth.

Although, just like in the old symphonies--
Moments of sweetest major harmony swell up
And we find islands of peace.

From whence, I wonder, do we build a better world?

Born on the grid. Born with new potential.
Born to deeper illusions, deeper lies.
Born of a *****.

Human rivers clamber over each other
The needs and the circumstances threaten cataclysm
And readier cataclysm breeds an ultraviolet paranoia, this time.

We are the children of the new millenium.
We are lost, we are scoffed at, we are confused.
We are disbelievers, we are disoriented, we are ...true.
We are petty, we are extra, we are amused and not amused.
Change the world, slap a sticker, make it new.

If my heart was a red wheelbarrow
If my hands were like leaves that shake
If my head was a pile of stones here
If my red wheelbarrow breaks...

If my love was a problem for us
If a force was the way to go
Is it wrong that we feel enjoyment,
As we drown him in the lake?

I am not the one who's
In control,
Although they say it helps
To frame as partial.

The world's a toy but now it's
Getting old
And I just
Think integrity is integral.

If my heart was refrigerators
If my eyes were like TV screens
If my hands turn to alligators
Would you still lay love down on me?

I am not the one who's
Medical
I guess I'm lucky but I'll never really know

I was a boy and now it's
Getting old
But I am not the one who's in control.

If my heart was a red wheelbarrow
If my hands were like leaves and snakes
If my head was a pile of stones here
If my red wheelbarrow breaks...

If my heart was a red wheelbarrow
If my hands were ...
If my head was a pile of ...
If my red wheelbarrow breaks...

If my red wheelbarrow breaks...

deranged scream

IF MY RED WHEELBARROW BREAKS

So I heard you can finally see.

While that may be true,
I will never forgive you.

I will demean your character,
Rot your ******* bones.

You are just a neural impulse,
You are like a sugar pill for the ground.

I will show you how everything you did
Never meant anything, never existed.

Everything you loved hated you;
You just never realized it.

And you will live with me forever.

My girlfriend sleeps next to me,
I keep holding onto my pillow.

All my emotions are fused
None of my dreams ever happened
Running along the riverbed
Water is mixing with water

Stop for a while, say "I"
It can escape for your body
Turns up a flag to say "I"
Leaves like a woman, so ****

All my emotions are fused
Stop for a while, say "I"
Poets are never confused
Crossing their love at each moment.

Draw me a rose on my chest.
I saw your face melt each summer
Shoot me point blank in the stomach,
Always the touch of a lover.

I can't get the sun to rise,
I know, but it doesn't.
Because the same man sits in the same chair
And surmises that he's wise.

We are all enveloped by ignorance
Gilded with everlasting omniscience
So you know I'm the eternal poet-softie
Whom the reader knows is stronger and smarter than he seems, the defendant Valjean if you please

Police officers stand with their hands at their belts,
Proud and wrong.

Lawyers bob and weave through crowds,
Like sketchy guys at parties,
Making chemical connections.

Vendettas are had and crime is clad
In the full disguise of law

And the arrogant judge holds his holy opinion
high as hell

So my head hangs low and alone
It makes my blueish mind wander
Into fantasy worlds of others shouldering the weight
And our backs are at right angles to each other
In the fourth dimension, let it be.

And yet it seems we're one being suffering together for no reason at all,
(And I can hardly say I'm suffering,
But it is a kind of suffering)
And in me the sun does not rise
It flounders about in neuropathy
Even ordered motion is flailing about
All is skewed and null is king,
My Mother even said so.

i've spent my life lolling about,
taking easy roads to pastel-colored beds
tangling limbs,
rubbing skin with the seasons.

i've slurped at the nectar of writhing ****
with the fullness of the night sky behind me

and as she swooned,

i felt the moon watch my ignorant head,
felt the moon fill with suspense as i rejected the sun:

i've poured water all over the papier-mâché goddess
and slept on top of soggy lumps
in a cement box,
an idiot vandal.

and i thought about life.
and i told you about my thoughts.

so i stay moored and safe, mom & dad
i stay
deep beneath the waves,
scrubbing months of crud from the decks.

and the moon is heading for the churning sea
and the fragile cradle of my dreams is going down...

i'm thinking it is time
to sew a new season--
and turn the rest green
with unrivaled verdance.

so i turn to the ***** noctis
and start gently

he's a
bad surgeon

tying off healthy veins and vessels,
maybe the case in his holy head--
giving the madness to his eyes
giving the blindness to his mind

he says he's wrong and right
but it's all off,
he's a bad person.

and an even worse surgeon.

but the blood on his hands makes him feel professional
he is an accomplished doctor
he has studied this
for many years

but the organs he touches falter and fail
the irony being
he birthed Dr. Semmelweis

The cathedral bricks evolved
Now they glow up our faces
The clergy and the ruling class
And those in
lower places

It's deviant-mediocre
I'd dare to write "dark motivate"
And wanly type a lazy poem
No-- i mean it, and what it means to me
Fervent
Pointed
Depressed.

Statement,
You wouldn't understand
Couldn't understand
No matter how much you love

Kurt was right, empathy is weird like that. It's sort of a waste of time.

I'm all alone. I am going to die alone.
But I'm not really sad, I couldn't capture it all in some poem.
And look at all this other good writing
I don't always care, tell me it's not poetry,
fodder.

Running mad
A heist of heart
The cold hard wind
That runs your cheeks raw red

Too much luck,
A spinning head

A fumbled pass,
Fingernails
The heart I stole
A washed-up model's
Full tank of fast food
And cigarettes.

A cloudy break
Then music came
The city stood
Unshaken there
A capillary
A runner's cheek
A single cell
The sanguine beat

They hate me,
Why do they hate me?
The circus is contagious
Contrivance is a theme here.

They hate me so much,
And don't I hate myself?
No, I hate when it gets hard.

I am not perverted,
I am straight as an arrow.

But gravity bends me
Bends me into the straightest line there ever was
But a line is too brave a thing,
And you hate it.

Then why do you change?
I do not change,
I just continue
You do not hate me,
You can not hate me,
You only love me or you're neutral.

I am not excessively proud of what I am,
Just aware that it could not be wrong.
I have never made a mistake,
And my challengers all tend to fall away.

You will never defeat me
I can not be wrong
You can not hate me
I am straight as an arrow.

Cigarettes alcohol cannabis
******* ******* MDMA
LSD selfishness disdain
Resentment rage
Lust and greed
Psilocybin judgment morality pride
Gluttony hatred complacency
Intentional ignorance
Recklessness DUI love
Lying theft suboxone
Apathy neglect

Up from the soil, from a Womb, out of the darkness
Some came to be Hitlers
And some came to be Buddhas:
The idea of responsibility is the knife you press to my throat
And my own awareness is the wooden handle

How is it my fault, what happened here?
How can you blame me, how?
This is a chain reaction
This is a dream
This is running out of life

You are the wasted sides of me
Don't you think I want to save you?
But I can't, I love you so much, we are always stuck like this, I CAN'T

MY DEAR AND BELOVED CHILD-- WHEN YOU SEE THE THING YOU ARE JEALOUS OF PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE RICH

I KNOW YOU HATE IT, WE ONLY HAVE SO MUCH TIME
IT'S A DESPERATE MESSAGE I'M SENDING TO MYSELF

But I can't save you
We were
We were rich, so rich and vibrant

i thought i was brighter,
less riddled with weak lines
better at singing

i thought it mattered,
what i could have been here or there.

i thought i was right to whine
i thought it was hard
i thought you were mine.

i thought i was sexier
i wished i was sexier
i wanted to be da vinci
i wanted to have money
i thought i might be rich.

i thought things would go differently.
i thought and i died.

Automatically characterized as
Automatically characterized.

Automatically characterized,
Automatically characterized.

Automatically characterized,
Manifest manifest manifest.

Automatically characterized
Out of an inherent nature!

No, you didn't try!
See look, you gave up here and there!
You don't care, stop saying that you care...psh, you are filthy.
No I mean you're a good person, but...

I am always have been always will be the expert of all things

No failure has ever occurred and you say

Sure, whatever you say...

And I will understand why you said that and I kinda do now but still

Automatically characterized
Automatically characterized
Automatically characterized

I want good for everyone I want gooooooood never bad I don't like bad

VERSE 1.

Sli-
ther

INto my mind,
And SEE through-my eyes...
The BIG ger PIC-ture
Is a BIG surPRISE!

I NOticed you there,
I DON'T real-ly care
I THOUGHT you-should know
You were the only... one, out, HE-RE!!

(dramatic silence)

Don't cry

(more insts)

With BILLions of us
You're WILLing to trust
With SPILLing your guts
You think you're better off?

And WHEN you feel dead,
And ****** in the head
Keep LIVing through me
Vi-car-i-ous-LY-Y!

PRECHORUS.

So welcome tooo me!
We're living through ME!

CHORUS.

Woah, It's just another injection
Ohhh... We're here for your protection
Won't you please just shut
Your ******* trap?

Woah, I got some men in the lobby
Ohh-oh, don't need to bury your body
When we're six feet down,
No coming back.

VERSE 2.

There's NOwhere to start
Got ICE in my heart
It's NICE to make art
But I. don't. think. WE--

Billions of us,
You're killing for lust
There's billions of us
There's billions! There's BILLIONS!!
(?)

PRECHORUS 2.

mockingly, as in "Hang 'Em High"

And all ah-long, we wrote you songs
No dedicace, when you know you're wrong
You chemical, you little *****
You ****** us

YOU REALLY ****** US!!

CHORUS

Ohhh! It's just another injection
Ohhh... We're here for your protection
Won't you please just shut
Your ******* mouth?

Ohhh, I got a ******* hotel now
Ohhh, I think I'm going to hell now
And we're all just six feet un-der-GROUND!

Massive creaking noise

Loud whispering

BRIDGE.

You just turn around now,
And face it alone
Just turn around and leave us
And never come home

(You thought you had the answers
You thought you were the key
You'll never fix this,
But at least you'll be free)

LAST CHORUS

(?)

Cold
With a ring of warmth
Tell you the truth
I don't even care
Gotta be strong
It won't even hurt
If I don't even care
That's the way these things go
It never ends well.

How can you say death was given!
To nurse the antithesis of the ego with my own blood
To suffer the same fate as anything I can arrange mid-synapse
Like some kid playing with a cat's cradle between my hands...

How can you say such terrible things were a gift to mankind!
From the depths of wretched cancer rise the dear and departed
Here for a nestled moment
But in phases of reality
We've built a house of classic treasures
Where only the insane sleep outside
On the grass, call them in, but why?

They like the rain
(we are all insane)

And how can you call it a gift?
From the gory sea of wrath relief is providence
For just this certain thing that was true. But can we call it
An advancement?
To sink into this ****** sea, never to dream again?

Yes, we can, because we look around and we see faces of ourselves
And we know that even the deepest pulls from our goodness
Turn about a gloriously dark and evil shadow
And we can tell that our deepest desire to rectify...
Is a one-shot ****, perfectly eclipsed in its entirety.

Negation song,
Stir me to another world
And stir the world that's never wrong.

String along time's end after end
Yes, I daresay: seep,
Into the cracks between my cells
Tear me apart by with wounds, as I work to please
The only woman there ever was.

It feels so good.
Sing the song that's never wrong
I know somewhere you mean the same
As every lick of pleasure's flame

Good heaven sells its wealth and fame
To seem the way it does, no shame
In Lucifer's fall, it's commonplace
I'm fading grace. I'm fading grace.

I want a girl who hurts me bad:
Glandular love sets my organs aglow
Simultaneously disemboweled
I stand on your doorstep with a rose
Face firm
But my mind has a gaping mouth
Set there by death

I do not know if it hangs its own jaw
Or if awe is just an ornament of death
Some sort of tether to fate

It feels like it would be, for some reason
Because it just tapers off at the end--
Of course.

(Which has a physiological answer)

Why animate anything if you're just going to **** it?
Why fill this vessel with whatever makes you feel you own it?
Why?

I want a girl who hurts me bad.

I want a girl who hurts me bad.

My queen standeth over me,
"I WILL END YOUR LIFE!"
Somewhere inside my reflection
Somewhere deep in my imagination.

A sword to my neck,
She is dressed in adamant and diamonds.

Do you see her?
Her eyes gleam like molten metal when she says it.
She says it always, only sometimes I see different colors.
And sometimes I'm not thinking about it at all.

So severe, she leaves me stranded on an island.
And inside that island, I contemplate the design
Of my dire consequence.

The shapes and the music I make must call for their own elimination.

Only I am here singing right now
Forced, and justified on all sides
Or one side? Or none.
So each symbol I trace in the Sand is full and sacred

bizarre
dedicated to the cause
a team player
coming through at times like dynamite
striking lightning into the hearts of demons
masturbatory and inspiring
the collective soul, the self dividing
come find solace in my broken heart
i have installed the most spectacular
stained-glass windows

They devoured it,
Romping through city streets in esteemed cliques
Touting handheld devices and filming it
Their probosces twiddling for a taste of sweet, disappointing fame

My generation's appetite makes me think about all they want,
Not in terms of conscious thought but chemically what they want
Like society wants to fall apart, like the body wants to die

Because their desires can be so shallow

(In a deeper sense, what do we want?)

Or perhaps desire,
Perhaps LIFE is not so deep, because
Hippies and beats are made into silly time-wasters
Lost dreamers in the dust of trap artists
16-year-old business moguls and social media stars
Famous drug dealers
And turncoat social climbers

Because it feels good.

Shallow as a knife's edge, they cut through reality
Perhaps even taking into account the suffering (we are all the suffering after all)
But dismissing it with a cool suave.

I pause for vain guesses at the life of some destitute person
And consider how small are my efforts to help this mysterious soul.

There is a road to the city
called Painted Husk Road
To the tops of the towers it goes.

There is a sign in the sky
With colors in code.
It's a whimsical, crazy religion.

You'll float along faster
If you vibe with the signs
The inside won't matter
If the outside is fine

Just know when you meet
Someone out on the street
They don't all waste time
Trying hard to be sweet

There's a bitterness there
In the judgment of men
What's the reason to even suspend?

When we're more chemicals
Than chemists,
Better teeth
Than are dentists,
Only parts of this body will mend.

Gossamer girl
That's a name for my silk-spun, dew-dropped world.

In the morning
Ornamented like a chandelier of death

Unprevented from yourself, you are per
and fect.

I was deep in my thoughts
And then I saw you again today
On the bus

I am jostled and nervous
I don't know what to expect
I am focused on your nose ring
And you saw my nervousness and you stroked it

Let me lock load and fire, aim again
Straight down the long road of your eyes
Tell me "boy you'll do, you'll do"
Let me feel you up
On the bus

that's a pretty little thing that you've got right there,
that's a pretty little thing, would you care to share?
would you care? would you care?

this used to work--

do you ever wonder,
what is the experience of a damaged brain like?

it's very weird.
it all comes together,
but the sensation gets very strange.

you know something's off.

She really begs a designed man,
Someone with sharp edges
With a defined shape

Chiseled near perfection,
He works his lot
He plows her fields
And speaks too clear--

Too clear for her to deny
Him his skeleton throne
He wields it like knives,
Dresses it with respect.

Here I am designing myself,
A man planning his destiny
And don't think you distracted me
When you're coaxing out the best of me.

when the sun sets, darlin
i'm Inconsequential
when pretty birds arise and fly,
i'm ******* out of my god ****** mind.

you and me, we don't have to be
Anything really, we could be
Free. But we have to be something,
Men may as well see.

Let there be light! Hallelujah.

when my mind aches, darlin
i don't know where my shoes are
i mean, i don't know where i came from.
i don't know what i'm saying
but i'm stranded home.

when the blood leaves, baby
i'm all the way home.
when the next thing breathes
we call that a grand slam.

when the song hits the ground
with a dull thud
i dropped it in apathy
ignore the flustered typing of my fingers
they fly so far away, and i can't say
what is important to me.

i can't say, say, sayyyyy

i just wanted you to see the genuine things
the way i felt about that
what i meant here in this situation
take a gander
i'm so worth it

The space between us is filled with pestilent noise that scrapes and raps at my ear drums and it's maddening.
I only ever get a chance to tear it away every now and then.
To the love,
To the beating heart of the universe,
Where I put my ear to listen and it soothes my body through like a warm river.

I want to tear the bubbling black growth from your life
It lies there next to us,
Next to the soothing river I can hear it hissing and cracking.

I know you're in pain.

I love you,
And I just want to show you that in every thing I do.
Stay strong.
Don't let the infection win.
Because all I want to do is love my world as she spins.

Occupation is such a daunting task.
The ironclad God swears up and down
That he's not asking me to jump into a dragon's mouth.

Blame me, the thing with the experience
The tacit pact among the angels
To tear it down, tear it down.

You didn't write such scathing songs,
Between your teeth, it was about a girl.
She did you wrong, and did you wrong.
Can't even see her crooked steps.

Well it's the world that's crooked, not me
And I want to hear you out
In court of law,
But we are sitting in a dragon's maw,
And noticing retracted claws
Could be of use to scrape and brawl
And make our own way, rect and raw
And that's our job here, after all--
To make a stand so strong and tall!
Yet all we do is hem and haw
While manifesting every flaw,
And now I cast my eyes in awe
To see my fatal friend's been mauled
The sherpa of my love who hauled
Us both up Everest, hear my call!
You were the only thing I saw
The novel taste of ripe pawpaw
Who drop their fruit in early fall
...
So sitting in that dragon's jaw
My job would be to lay there, sprawled
Into the stomach, break and fall
But until then, I dream
And draw.

The world roils with lingam and yoni,
Breaking free of the mold and finding rebirth
Cut from the same stone we carry on
Getting weirder and weirder with every dawn.

Reaching deeper into the cookie jar we aged
Look into the mirror, see the old man's face
Do you ever feel this strangest feeling
That I feel when I stare at the ceiling?

When I question the aim of the tool
Which turns us all to drop-dead fools
When all we did was touch and go
And deeper still, we never know.

When I decide to write actual compositions... I wont be publishing on here. I love this site though. Sorry I am mostly output oriented xc

Kisses under fairy-tale skies,
I miss the velvet love from your lips
Everything was perfect then,
Rapunzel and her hair and hips.

A boy and a girl.

Sunshine on the beach.

Each memory is like a trinket of mine
You held me close in the summer sun

Everyone needs to let go sometimes
Surrounding love with fertile dirt.

I dreamt up resentments,
A cubling choking on milk.

I was the least deserving of constellation,
But you hung me from a hook in your night sky anyway
Your fingers stretched out
To cross the divide
Caressed my face with bated breath

I was surprised to be treated that way
I am peeling from myself
Becoming a series of dead ends taped together at the heart,
And that tape has been wet and dry and told it isn't tape

But oh what does the tape care anyway
You're right
It isn't tape anymore,
So I'll **** the judge
Light up another cigarette.

Your fingers are still touching my face

grave matter girl-friends,
gut twisting houses,
premature guitar smashing,
magnetic traffic,
screaming screaming screaming,
back tensing cameras,
miraged judgments,
elusive, true judgments
sick projections of my insides on the outside world
stuck in the back of my eye.

all monsters bubbling in and out of my only body
strange things my mind becomes
before it finally evaporates

things that beg to be slain.
ventured upon, they fold under my fatal grandeur
and become minions of my higher self

Oh, are my eyes glazed?
Do you love them when they clear the haze?
Do they shine bright?
Was it the drugs, original sin, and spite?
Are my eyes glazed?
Can you see my soul through these neurotic storms
Where I'm a grandiose fool?

Or I dropped out of School?

I'm still carrying the fire
I'm still tending to it gingerly
I've been working on the right things
Since I've been hit by psychedelic lightning
Oh no, do you know what that means?
Do you know your etymology?

Trust me I'm aware when I'm off center
I got scared when I went through the fender ******, but
Sometimes I just don't make sense, or
I'm just shy of the right to render
Are my eyes glazed?