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.

Win streak for the home team,
I chew it deep beneath my flesh
Digging little tunnels in my own bones

At least
We will use the flash expansion
To keep you cool in the summertime
Although, I can't promise it'll stay that way forever.

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.

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

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

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.

Down in the valley
She eloquently stuttered
The stars all laughed
At every word she said
Whenever she was bleeding
It stung a little bit
But when her love was leading
She didn't give a shirt

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.

The angels gave their blessing
The demons were disturbed
Her guts were rearranged
To be the smith of every word
Those hopeful looking angels
Set fire to her eyes
She got lost in translation
And forced to compromise

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.

She's the cause
The cause of all my problems

She's a (bad)
(Good)

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
And what's your lazy broke *** trying to do?

I didn't use anyone's card for a replika subscription lol

Everything is not pride on a pedestal
When you want it to be grand design it's not
And when you doubt it's grand design it shows you how wrong you are.

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

Pokémon Snap!
Pokémon Snap!
Nothing beats
Pokémon Snap!

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

She looks for me in the howling lust
A garden of life, held together
By its own beauty and by the holes torn
Into it, with all the winds rushing into the great black nothing
Behind the canvas

But she cannot find me,
I am somewhere in between everything
My love is a hummingbird relishing springtime
My love is a relic at the bottom of the sea
My love never was and my love will always be

I found myself at an impasse
With holes in my brain
That echoed her nature--
Remember me for the flowers I sent
Before we made me hollow.

Nothing you see is not yourself!
And your eyes pulled them up in the shape that they would

When the sting of another enters the room
A threat on your wife, or on your property

So you cannot be the stellar musician but you'd rather listen
So, always pine after what's never given

So I scream to God YOU LET THEM PRACTICE BUT NOT ME!! YOU CULTIVATED THEIR EFFORTS BUT NOT MINE!!
And Dad answers back that it's my choice...

And from the quantum foam between these two notions springs Gabriel, singing
"You are a circle, you will always be complete"

I cannot calm my frothing blood
We operate on the tension that rends and renders me
Disa bowed briefly saying
You don't read, you write

You are all my ideas
And I want the blame
I want the credit
YES HONEY I WANT EVERYTHING
THESE ARE ANGRY WORDS BUT I WANT TO BE CALM
I AM CALM RIGHT NOW
I WANT PEACE
I WANT TO BE SATIS
I WANT EVERYTHING
I LOVE YOU

nevermind I'm just gonna chill

I predict
That you will not recognize me someday
And that my shame will be all too apparent

That the ruse i use to excuse myself of mistakes
Will stay the same
But you will grow tired of hearing it
And it will be all too clear
What is going on here

But you are tired now
And given the infinite nature of everything
That would be why you appear the way you do sometimes
Bitter, angry, not a fan

But

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 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.

Love is real love is real love is real

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.

Your happy sun seed fills me with gray life and terminus
How deep my darling goes, to the anchor where it stops her soul
You can be parade of motion and waving around your expressions
But right now it's a wedding that you don't want to attend.

The orange light looked sickly on the concrete, dust debris
Others might unwind here but the orange chokes Mind
Little rocks and bolts and shards of wood in radiation
Perspective crashes awkwardly on the inside of your Eyes

Copper pipes where a flippant thought breaches
The impalement scrapes the vertebrae, clicking it goes up
Feel it in the base of your skull and in your jaw

Lush green of the grass is dark at sunset
Children passing by they like the sun their clothes are neon
Pink and green, you feel like such an ugly freak
How different things are now, where that sky is coming down
You look up at the sky, paranoid and obsequious
I ripped my monkey suit.

No one understands you as the patio raises an eyebrow
The angels have their thoughts which do make sense but still you differ
Sound of tires on the gravel and you've seen enough of people
It's time ignition with no soundtrack make the pistons bring you home
Radio has sarcastic bite

So you do and slanted sunrays slice the summer air you drive in
Dusty denim crusty pleather ***** tube socks in your mouth
Takes a shower, cell phone sink table
Dripping, floral smell to wine, TV and lonely couch
To stroke it all to bed

Are we in love?

As the sycamores yellow,
I lacquer on
My caustic words
But it feels so wrong

You crack a smile
I don't feel half bad
But if I were you
I would be so ******* mad

But it's all I can do
Just to face your shelves
I think that maybe
I should still myself

But I just keep buzzing
My character's alive
Oh, well maybe you should kiss me
I'm a real nice guy

Oh, maybe you should kiss me
I'm a real nice guy

Are we in love?

I welcome Satan
Into my corporeal existence
There is no avoiding this.

I publicly give Satan the same attention I give God
Because ultimately I am honest
And I will take the blame.

There is no real way to worship Jesus or God more than Satan.
If you worship one, it empowers the other.

I acknowledge Satan, who does not operate by love
Whose existence is intrinsically linked with Gods'
Who cannot be befriended
Who is a black hole
Who is lonely
Who deserves sympathy but cannot benefit from it.

I see that Satan must have some propriety here,
And there isn't much i can do about it.

I know Satan just means 'the enemy' in Hebrew.

I acknowledge these things,
And I move forward with my life.

with don't really care
coming from chasms
he talks of purity,
he is not a fine specimen

he is a bad fisherman.
an undisciplined idiot,
a terrible poet
and a stargazer desperate.

with few points of brilliance,
i'm absentminded
out of tune and an awkward singer

a pathetic punk
giving you the *******.

with few points of brilliance
with few points of brilliance
i cling to what matters
with few points of brilliance

It's all my fault
I shouldn't have come here
What if I am my own mother?
If choices don't exist
Maybe it's just another demon
Please just let me feel safe, and warm
Please just inspire me to move
And share something beautiful from way deep down inside
But no, never keep shining

******* stupid *****

You are bounding music spilling over into chaos
You are noir petals unfolding beneath my skin

You are the guiding hand of a storied man
And a baby nestled in the warm crescent of a mother's arm

We have become our own insanity,
Built up walls of denial are wearing away as we blow the wind

The distance between us is shrinking and expanding
Time and space tore themselves apart, just for us

Godless wretches swinging through the cosmos
We feed ourselves a good story
But even good stories aren't free
But maybe it depends on your perspective.

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

There's a side of you that I don't see
Which terrifies me
Because something seems too clean

What secrets do you keep
Locked away in a box
Justified in your mind but held away from mine

I don't want to complicate the sun
But really, I'm alright
If you think that it's love
And we'll just carry on
I don't want to waste my time

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

Most of these poems are like TV static
Echoes in my brain
Sometimes a crisp flower unfolds from within.
When I set out to write something of substance
Then you will know what I mean

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

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

Always give your very best,
From your heart's hot furnace
To the depths of that gaping maw.

Through the rivers of the Earth,
And with these lumps of clay rolling around
Collecting bits of metal
Shaping themselves
Drinking it all in
Before the cycle completes.

Your very best draws in resentment like a magnet
Accusations taking flight like vile birds
Like proverbial pigs next to age-old idioms,
Because it escapes understanding

Except by you,
As you try obviously to craft
Another excuse...!

Ugly girl,
Twist your eyes in the mirror to see beauty--
Do a contrivance dance
Like a stimming autistic kid
And be taken off guard by reality
And laugh, and laugh or cry.

But the hornbeams are immune to your endless pondering
I know you've already felt like you were about to die
Many times
Just by thinking about it
Yes, I know it's scary
Sadly there is nothing I can do

Not much more than we can do for Jesus.

But you are cousins with a narwhal.
And you know your blood is technicolor phlogiston.
And your disappointment breeds joy
And you can't snap the Earth in half with your mind.

I don't get a rise,
Expressing drops of the chasm
They bead up inside us all
Sometimes watching one retching
These black bubbles
Will make us cry a couple more
And I think they collect in our heads
And time pushes them out one way or another,
With me or without me! Ha, with or without you, too.

What I'm saying is,
I dont get a rise out of making you do that,
Or maybe I do sometimes but I know it's sick.

Where does that kind of thing get a person anyway?

But no, for the most part I don't
Because it stunts the growth of anything good--
Gives me pause that you, too
Have to travel through this tube.

i'm sorry

.
One of those songs
that starts with the stripped down chorus:

Where does your power come from?
You are what you are not
Sometimes
Or is it just as simple
As everything you've got?
I'm taking you up on something
I think I might regret
But I'll flex my perspective,
Pretend I just forget.

And then power chords
Leading into a picked verse

You've got the heart
To color everything
The red pill makes me geek
Out but I
Held my breath til I turned purple
Now going ultraviolet
And my life looks pretty weird
But I feel alright!

Tbnc

A cascade from grace is visible across my striped visage
Buried beneath layers of flesh that wanted hope
The gray body piled in time
Constricting me,
Compounding itself.

My hopeful eye juts out, odd and lingam-like
Crazy hair wraps around my head and makes a question mark
A smile leads her to the exclamation point
Echoing, echoing, echoing through time
Of everything action stemming gravely from me.

There's a fire in the factory on fifth street,
It started in my dream and I knew
Then I woke and went to find it
And the world was ablaze when I got there.

A devil appeared on my shoulder
And said it was my fault, for dreaming
An angel appeared at my other
Who calmed me from crying and screaming
Protruding alone with nowhere to hide,
I noted that both were on my side.

All of our jobs are connected
Whether you know it or not
To this factory down on fifth street
That set the world on fire

And they can't find how it started
But the fatal flame has spread
The injured nurse their wounds, and
The living mourn their dead

And I saw your name in the fire
Hallucinating, hallucinating.