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

You are like snow, tightly packed to the side of a mountain crag.
You melt away every year to bring fresh water.
(All year round)

You are like the first sight of that mountain, and every glimpse of it after that.

You are like the smell of that snow.

Or just knowing that the smell is there.

You are like all the odd places I've slept but remember vividly,
A strange, sequestered dream
Held fast to something like a bead of water.

Running on golden, not gossamer strings

Strings that form the lines on every face
And every seam.

Strings that line the clouds
That turn to storms
To swallow me

You carved my body and the grain said Awe,
You are the rightness of roots in the dirt.

There are roots in my bones;
May i fruit by your work!

You are the whirring clockwork of evolution,
You are nature's scream
Pregnant with love
An agent above
You are so pristine

remember
you seriously hate me
you have it down
to vanity
dissolve me
slowly
hold me
so gently
your dream
is so lovely
not lovely,

but love me.

how could i spend time wisely
but stars come whole and never in fractions
they burst all at once
and never suffer loss because
what they are is just a chain reaction

and yet i feel shame
to suggest I shouldn't is to find something to blame
to behold a daisy is to prefer it
and to prefer it
is to destroy it

And the beholder's eye sacrifices its own artisthood
to receive full credit in the form of false witness
the barren wasteland of the soul opens up
and yawns to swallow it

or yawns to yawn
and turn another page, the book is bound in my spine

how could i spend time wisely
but stars come whole and never in fractions
they burst all at once
and never suffer loss because
what they are is just a chain reaction

and yet i feel shame
to suggest I shouldn't is to find something to blame
to behold a daisy is to prefer it
and to prefer it
is to destroy it

And the beholder's eye sacrifices its own artisthood
to receive full credit in the form of false witness
the barren wasteland of the soul opens up
and yawns to swallow it

or yawns to yawn
and turn another page, the book is bound in my spine

I've skittered off the race's side
At least in part,
Submitting scribbles to the sea

"Won't you commit to me?"

And yet, a lamp I held alight
Will guide us through this whirling night
The stars, my eyes, and tested strength
The art of life, and cough
Time well spent

I've got
a really bad cavity
But I'm
Not terribly sad

Some gathered huts, men knead the land
The slow stir where it all began
Camps became villages
And villages, towns
Dust rising at dawn
From paths in the grass.

Wilderness rose in a peak and twist
And **** ruled with an iron fist
And placed all the stones in a circle 'round
When history had found its hound.

And when did first one give it pause?
To think-- this once was wilderness.

Then cities roared and weapons slung
And stories told and songs were sung
And new dimension came from us
The animals hid in the creeping dark,
The forest we had left behind.

The first gunshot! a Chinese thing.
And when we dreamed of bearing wings,
We found that there was compromise
Between our swirling dreams and skies

And surely then, so many paused:
To think-- this once was wilderness.

A system cut into our home
And taken fast, men cut from Rome
Where new dimensions bulge and bust
Where Susie's Cities lie in Dust

Convenience met a hearty blow
With everything that science knows
When moths could find no better home
On trees with lichen less than smoke

And then it took a sinister tone:
To think, this once was wilderness.

And now, so far from the forest's edge
With half the Earth in ultraviolet
Would we agree on sacrilege,
And can we live as better pilots?

And now, so far from the forest's edge
Can we kiss what we have blessed?
With trails cut just to feel immersed
To think-- this once was wilderness.

My thoughts fall heavy into mud
Seen, heard but so inert
I puppet nods among the trees, encouraging conspiracy
Swallow me in your boughs and leaves

"What point were you trying to make, boy?"
They cajole, tickling me
And they're half a nightmare but for now I can love

Since all things hang from my singular head,
I do feel a little heavy
And it weighs me down.

But there's no one to catch my fall,
No one to listen but me.

I fall through lovers and family and therapists
I fall through coffee and paint and food stamps
I fall through probation and panic attacks and karaoke
I fall through these refractions of infinity

Why are you always so pathetic?
What makes you feel like there's some purpose?
Where do you get your motion?
And why do you think they blame you?

Wrench your dream from my future heart
It doesn't want to let go
Though the weight will crush him surely
We will have this forever, foolish

I'm a funeral pyre,
Recess all day.

Your devil and advocate,
The only way.

I can't help my past
But that's all that I am to you--
That's all you are to me.

I'm old light,
Even by a little.

I'm bud light,
Aqua vitae.

It's lost on me,
If it's gained by you--
I'll take it back again.

The embrace of the stars. It leaks

And the lake where it leaks to,

See it simmer up and take control.

Giving depth to beautiful things
By desecrating the table of God.

This is all i can think about.

This is all i can write about.

Compelled into existence by his sorceress progenitor,
See the great Elemental.

Travested now,
His back, his shoulders, his head
Sloping toward the ground

The world is a brand new drug.
Step into it, feel a thousand tethers.
Taste the lens of the camera
Like acid on your tongue.

Burn us all together,
We're ignorant and young.

Freedom is a big, big word
I'd like to stare at high.
Triangles cannot excuse
The purple ******* sky.

Why do they always blame us for the world they left behind?
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever never MIND

it's a psychedelic experience
she stands in front of you
like a set of speakers
blaring this new song you're digging
only the song tears a hole in the fabric of the universe
revealing a mesmerizing display of radial symmetry

and when she exits the stage of your eyes
you remember the song
you hum it all day long
it melts into your guitar-work
her residue on your lips
and in the words you speak

and when she enters again
you'll see into her colorful world
will she become a fixed planet in the firmament?

i heard this kid screaming and cussing the other day while eating lunch in the kitchen
through the window he goes on from his bike
about how i need to loosen up and this and that
and i thought
what a handsome young man
how very fine he is
a true performer

ever since you went molecular
i sank back in my chair
and let the world **** on my body from the outside
it has a tendency to try to communicate by brandishing scars
and lash its tongue

my ego got popped up into a quaint glass bulb
where i can study myself but the muted conversations
worry me in here, their blurry specters orbit around.

i just really like that first line
i just fell in love with your madness
i don't really care what you do at night
i just fell in love with your madness

Trust me, I am your death
I will never betray you
I will lead where you will go
You will follow, you will follow

Have faith in me, I am your life
I am hollowed out music
Filled with nescient glory

I could be acting behind your head
But it's the price you pay for having eyes

I could be moving very fast
But you will not know where I am
I could be right here,
But you won't know my momentum.

You know there is a horizon line around your sight,
I am what lies beyond it
You are folded up
Into the palm of your own hand
And you're responding.

Trying is an insane concept
We are shackled to.

If you stay down,

You'll eventually realize
There's nothing left to do but try.

Go on now, get high
The recession is not a lie
You can tell yourself it is

You autistic god
Stimming your way into heaven
But pathos won't save you

Alcohol will

His cautious head is lowered
The scrawny grey wolf watches
And waits his turn

Big brothers are feeding,
He knows not to interrupt.

But he can't see that in his brainstem
Telling his heart to beat
That is where the big wolves are
And he is on the side of a kaleidoscope.

But he doesn't know that he'd go in between
Look for ways to save wolf meat
And all the bucks with their snarled teeth

So he mutates all his leaves
And liquifies his spirit
Summons his chemistry from crystal water molecules.

So he sheds his skin and follows breaks in symmetry
So he varies locally
And complexifies

So he radiates anew
So he watch the spirits run
And he saves the wolf meat,
He no eat.

I turn for a Moment
And stand at the bow
The wind whips the sails, and
It's buffeting, Now

A stretched out horizon
What lies in its arms?
The future is silent,
It sounds its alarms

It's what makes me feel so stupid in moments of navel-gazing,
Or personifying unity as if it were a thing like me
It stands there with a kicking womb
To birth the monster of my doom
Its noise ful-ly concealed behind a veil.

My childish virtues,
They withered and wept
They wilted for science,
They felt quite inept

But new virtue turned 'round,
And weathered a storm
I turned for a moment
She's tethered and warm

Well, I lost my **** for a grip or two
But I picked the rocks out of my shoes.
It's time to grow onto my spine
And resonate this body's mine.

Twilight man
Follows and leads
Thinks and is thought
Fights and is fought

He's wrestling demons
They come in waves

Sunlight came
And went down the drain
But he's fixing the hole
And it's making him smile

The silver ball sits serene by chance
The same size as the sun
What an interesting dance
Twilight man.
Takes strength from his stance
And he's saving his age with grace

Some truths hold the mind hostage
Holding their gun of an empty infinity
And asserting themselves to the universe,
Despite its constant ignorance.

Like a smooth black pebble in a garden
Giving undeniable accents,
Playing music that was surely heard.

You twinkle black, like me
And I like that.
I'll drop your black song on my black tongue
Like a black throat lozenge.

We were foxes
Hiding away in a shed in winter

Snowflakes falling through the amber lights
Of your apartment complex

Sparking brown and hazel eyes
Tiny jaws that harmonize
Searing your incessant cuteness in my brain forever,

How evil...

Oh, the moon sometimes cares to stare back.
And when she does, she sighs.
You never knew that shade of blue
When you were alive.

You thought you did
In times of jaded woe and un-surprise,
But tiny waves of wonder
Were running through you all the time.

So thank you for your feedback,
And rank your every rhyme--
A comma makes a difference
And difference is sublime.

Don't pay me for this poem--
Just cast the words aside.

The things I'll never be
Are all haunting my mind.

Oh, the things I'll never be...
They're eating me alive.

They don't understand
Grandma understands
She can only be with you for so long

They don't understand
The universe forced your hand
Every sin was manifest
Had to be
They say ridiculous,
Clearly it was your choice

They outline the logic
Don't you see
It was your choice
Can't you see why this is your fault

In a court of law
Outlined it
You know it's bull*t--
Self defense!

They don't understand
These other version of you
Drowned versions
Is that what you believe?
That we are all just other version of you

How selfish can this individual be
And can't it see
That it can only go so far before finding a kind of recompense

No I do not see
I refuse to yield
Because I am growing wild
Wild without a care.

If I am to be the predator in heaven,
Then I'll be the best ****** Lamb there ever was.

But you could never be the Lamb
Never, never in a bazillion years
And don't you think just because you're Satan that I feel bad for you
You could never be the Lamb
I'll beat the thought out of you
You could never be the Lamb
The Lamb doesn't act like that
The Lamb doesn't DO that
You could never be the Lamb
No you could never be the Lamb
The Lamb is not so selfish

Clouds triumph over the little bay of macadam behind the shops,
Like the area behind a supermarket.
They parade on jubilantly

The sun is a medallion I am not allowed to wear
There is a house arrest bracelet on my ankle
And my bike is chained to a telephone pole.

I am on break, smoking one

My boss doesn't know about the house arrest bracelet,
I keep it concealed under loose denim,
My phone is blaring Back in Black.

I am rolling along the highway with a tribe of hooligans
I am playing a guitar solo on top of an old van,
Cutting up the clouds with my body as it screams along the highway

Cocktails in different locations,
Making out with felinish women behind stages.

I wonder if I'll ever make it there,
Or if I'll be left behind in the wake of smooth operators
Forced to stifle my groaning bones as she walks into the sun
(MY sun)
With him, hand in hand.

When I step out into the world
my shoes kick up suburban dust and it glimmers in the sun.

And the dust is impressed,
it looks glad to have touched my feet.

My face is steely against adversity
It holds back your memory and loneliness.

I strike my vibe down into the place where I stand

I weave a quiet legacy through streets on the bike
I am confined to for now, but it's freeing
Because I am making battle plans.

The ghost of my past follows me around
And the glimmer of my potential sleeps in me,
pieces of it in those who know and love me.

The tension is real, and the girl loves me.
She knows I am not lost forever--
Far from it.

My voice
It's never in the right key
You worshipped yourself
So why not me?

And you'll say that you did
But you know what I mean
Accomplishments cruel
That you hold over me.

Can I use this for a selfless feeling?
State, no, feeling, state, no, feeling

Honey thoughts that forgo hives
I'm about as straight as Lincoln drive

And this is how I'd naturally be
And we'd always find love and hate for me

Money talks and forgets lies
And savage judgments kiss the skies

I just sit there and gush for my 'enemies' sometimes.

(You know something's coming for you)

Your eyes and voice are like perfect medicine for my soul,
Like **** you hit such pretty notes

(You're just telling lies all the time)

You lead by example, pushing against adversity
With bravery and confidence

(There are no excuses for you now)

You endeavor to feel something, anything
And from the outside it looks beautiful
It's incredible

Coming or going, you're always so alive

Here on this mountain, you're standing by my side

Keeping the stars in a basket case,
Down in the houses they're sleeping safe
Deep in the valley where nothing goes to waste.

I'll keep you beautiful forever

Harmony starts to assimilate with dissonance
Like my passions and their dissolution
Like your face and my death

But heuristic flies in the face of contradiction.
There is some magic in the tips of your fingers
Like the corpuscles of Descartes
Wielding that potent blend of chaos and order

Eleven years have graced my back
Hands that wove such intimate passions
Which evolve and now present
Children greivously injured by birth
Or otherwise hurt (if you believe in choices)

Because you are my total paradigm
Even though i rarely think about you
To be honest
You are the massage in the walls of random rooms
Trying to ignite good feeling in a shattered mind
You are the smile of a plastered moon.

You are the taste of

Good health is recipient to rapture
Such infinitesimal pieces, so familiar to my mind
Like a child, catching snowflakes on the tongue
Within a weathering old man

He's just as cute, and you know it

Once and done, never to return
Yet you have the strangest feeling that you've been here before.

Dreamlike leaves reaching out to you, they're reaching out in all directions
You never had time to read them all
But you know it's not fake, you let the ones you left behind
Fall, captured by the wind
Enraptured with a girl
Caught up in her hair and then she's gone.

Did you dream you were a handsome man?
Looks can be deceiving.
But I still think you're handsome,
Though you might catch one of my rougher edges,
Peering through your periscope
From your bed
At the bottom of the sea

(Has it drifted far
From Pennsylvania?)

Or driving down the road...
Missed your blind spot!

(I'm omnidimensional)

Or some other desperate, hollow contrivance of reality.

!
I am filled with eclipsing forms
Plants and mushrooms and animals--
You are free to rummage through them
Maybe you'll find your purpose, or whatever they're calling it these days...
Maybe you'll find you're not the cause of all pollution and suffering after all
Or maybe you'll just really hope it's not like that...

Like I said: good health is recipient to rapture,
Stumbling angels, I tell you!
Pride is a sin and you might fit in.
They're running into each other and spilling plates of food,
All criss-crossing tethers turning children to hypocrites,
Wearing us threadbare,
Spinning absurdities and creating problems with no address!

But that beech tree still stands there,
Silver and --
Just looking at you like,
"Well, what the hell did I do?"

Anyway,

This is a relationship,
And it has been figured out on every point.
I know it kind of ruins it to say that.
But I'm still here and I've got things to do.
So, there's that.

I felt like remnants after they sent me to jail
But that feeling was fated
My eyes seared hotter once
More to the point
I'm not washed up,
Just disfigured
My new lackadaisical tumor
Different
An unexpected battle

Which is exciting,
If only I spun music to crowds
If only I used my edge to really touch human culture
But now it's rusting slowly
So sharpen this tool
And I do it daily.

I felt like remnants after jail
My body aches, and youth has sailed
I want

(Soft and whispered, as in some pop punk song intros)

(The circle goes round
The spiral goes down
You become what you don't want.

Who is the cent-eral figure,
Is he a beacon of hope?
I'd-shuh hate to be so blunt)

(Power chords)

(Shouted emotionally)

You go on and be a paladin, cuz you can be, I
I'll just take the obligation
You deny it's what you do to me, do to me, but I know
I'm a blatant disappointment

If you could make me feel, make me feel, like weee hyad hope
Even if it was a **** lie
You would give me the sensation
Well before you were indi-yeeted
For every wohn of yoah **** lies

Now Iyhh, deon't, bleame you
For lyen to me, lyen to me
Lyi-ennn is all we kyann doh
Frommh, theatt, vantage
It ohmost seems like allll we evuh dooo
All we do is tahll - the - truth.

(More vicious)

The circle goes round.

The spiral goes down.

You become what you don't want.

Who is the center-al figyuh?

A beacon of hope?

I'd shoah hate to behy sooo blunt!

the universe has hits and misses,
and i guess i'm just a miss.

but if you zoom in on the quantum foam
you'll see the bits of bliss.

need i remind you what this is?

it's stupid, isn't it?

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.

Strings of crazy words
Match my messy bedroom
Will I ever get my **** together

Does she see that her strangling vine is automatic?
Does she know that she has made a killer out of me?

Maybe I should become an apologetic vegan at the end of the world.

Or maybe I should simply enjoy the delicious taste of meat.

If you're not crying all the time you're a psychopath,
If you are all too dour then you need to lighten up.

But I am not some senseless thief as you'd decree,
I have always been sensitive to your feelings and your needs.

But run the numbers anyway!
We're living in bubble but we have to breathe

It begs the age old question:
If it's all God where does Satan come from?
Are you trying to say it's me?
Do you think I am blind to eventuality?
Of what you will do to me?

I am he who has been born from nowhere,
Never asked for any part of this.

IN CLOSING:

The things you've told me through song and in writings are intensely disturbing.
While it is better to be aware of things ahead of time, yes
I don't understand how you could blame me at all, then
If you already know how this story goes!?

I feel so weak, so dwarfed by revelation
I am always terrified
This is our totally blameless condition, I know how passionate you are that it's my choice however IT IS NOT
And I can't believe what we have become

i'm sorry

I feel the forest growing into me.

Part of my body,
Seen from transcending peaks:

I am the reason for stands of trees,

I am the end of these violet leaves.

Compounded in time, their maceration
And evolution
Are constant, a nutrient stream.

My identity.

Seen from transcending peaks.

Little mites walk the giant canyons
Of my skin.

Cyanobacteria stow away
In the fabric of my backpack
And hitch a ride home
With me.

Decaying leaves and wild yeasts,
Red oak and wet clay,
Protozoans, insect larvae
And gametophytes season my plate.

Eyes that swing from tree to tree--
They are river deltas of another kind
What is flowing into them
Is kind, and it will never leave.

I am looking through the forest
For my identity.

I am looking, I am lost in the leaves

I have found my great reprieve.

I can feel the forest growing into me.

The relief of your faces
The force of your breaths
All that I trample, caress or ingest

The stone you expose
And what you conceal
Are pillars of fate
That make me real!

And you come with a fear of what I am.

I'll be your soil, and I'll be your seed
I'll be the depth of the light that you need

I'll carry forests, and mountains, and seas
I'll grow into you
Since you grew into me.

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

With eyes like living marble you saw the universe could be strange and terrible
But with soft hands, you fed it beauty.
You caressed the troubles of strangers and looked lovingly into worried eyes--
Your clear sunshine was always a reassurance.

Your doings are the springtime
Breathing life into everything
Friendly and full, giving and giving
And even though you might think they don't amount to much, they are everything.

I see your work in the eyes of children
Because you weave music into their minds
You give people something to believe in
And me, even if we're not close
You remind me of why it's so good to be human.

I have heard your stories of clay feet,
I guess you think you'll bring me to my knees!

Well, you can just always say that
But I just think it's cheap!

But... you were just warning me
The heavy head, the doom I hide or sell
And mocking is so easy to decry,
When I laugh astride of hell!

So if anything's ever funny,
I'm not too sure you'd take it well...

But still. I have heard your stories of clay feet.
Why me, why me?
Why does any one of us have to crumble,
And why does anyone have to take the lead?

I guess we just became round,
I guess we just have a need.

So yes they will resent you
Hate will come shooting out
And yes they understand
As love just abounds!
And yes you will seem stupid
Because we never figured it out.
But you are insanely brilliant,
No, you're not a clown!
And yes it's quite the burden
With many shades of grey
And yes it's sometimes easy
We love you and you're gay!
And yes they la la la la
But no it da da da
And yes you ba ba bada
And no sha sha sha sha

She thinks of all the things she's gonna lose.

Loaded guns,
Laying in the sun
Decorated with flowers
It's a nonsense world
Drifting away
Feats and muscular victory
Not here
Just a girl
Laying in a field
Smiling at death
Whittling away her time
Playing with herself
In the sun

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

On a street my mind's gone down before,
What moves inside the night's thick shade
That wandering minds would pass and miss,
That plays upon a whitened eye?

I found us on the other side,
Conspiring with a stolen Kiss
A street I had walked down before,
But nothing could prepare for this:

Two melting silhouettes that twist
And turn with such a burning bliss
That watching it, I followed suit
And reached out just to touch them

My lover, total ecstasy
Her friend--*******
Sexing her
Your long hair in between her legs
The night we set on fire

Two silhouettes against the moon
Are something to admire
Their bodies throwing light
Like all the clothes flung to the floor