Set ships mast,
Set sails,
Set the wind to blow,
Set your heart towards the canopy,
Set all these desires on fire.

Criminalize the masses,
Decriminalize the drugs,
Incarcerate the children,
Forward facing guns,
Man and man with no Goliath.

Drink away the glass you covet, crush the glass between your toes.
Like grains of sand made muddy ******, lose yourself to the gold.
And melt it all when earth rampages, melt it all and melt the faces.
Burning bushes speak to you? Your dreams are government weather balloons.

these bones are twisting
underneath the
  last bit of breath.

                 anxious panics and patented problems,
we created.

     and the lost souls arent really lost.
they just got there before us,
                                                    we dont even know whats out there.


The Problem is that we havent figured out how to get away from this sentiment. that were so human, and yet, we arent.

human is such a vague term.
it exists for all of our physical properties
that allow for mental turmoil and confusion.


                 i think if it were up to me,
                 i wouldnt be happy but id be less insecure,
                 id count my blessings and live right now
          but i guess,
                 i could do that now.

Being Young Is Such A Luxury.
-P.S.

Love,
My love lost in tangles.
My lover lost in tangles the wind pushes and pulls,
silk ribbons scarved around metal fence posts.

Carved around sentimental friend posts,
Computer monitor halitosis,
Curvaceous moments leave you hopeless.

Hopeless in the deep end and you drown,
but love,
Lost in angles.
Lost in traditional hang-ups and
Lost on a particular campus.

Divide the mental anguish,
Stand by and maybe hand this,
back to me

I might reciprocate and
Debilitate and the modesty wont
Depreciate as you make your,
point.

Stand by me,
Look lackluster at the edges of
perennial views.

Stand by me,
Walk me down the marital isle of
your perpetual bad news.

-P.S.

The silver shorelinings break waves of thunder against the sand.
An electric ocean pulling me with its magnetic current.

Mountains in Mumbai and bellowing valleys in the Chilean drop.
Scattered soles, cloned from mud and dirt and snow prints.

India bubbles and burns and
Spain tramples my chest.

Italy wavers voices of the ghosts of the canals.

My soul is burning for the countryside and the delicate embrace of my mother earth.
I can feel the sunset whispering my bones into full sprint.
-P.S.

Everything in the mind of the shallow is vanished in the eyes of hollow halls. That we could not live to see the sunlight, that we lost ourselves in an empty truth.

We were always broken, and we were never cured.

Because we hurt ourselves, and because we never listened.
I was always here.

But it was not my home.
And forever as the rainbows,
and relenting as the ice.

I stood by this place.
A giant with the smallest eyes.

I remember the blood in the river, the water diluted.

I was no man, in my hours here.
The sunset held me,
in my crimson waves.

The love that you had set me back for days.
And the lord spoke through me,
as I pushed him away.

I dont remember when my eyes went black.
I dont remember the seconds in the ambulance.
I dont remember holding hands with golden girls who wanted to dance.

And the lights here beamed white,
in the golden arch of the pale bright moon.

You started fires, and the embers scattered,
and the coals got wet, and space was born.

But I didnt belong,
so I tried to leave.
And the lord spoke through me,
As I pushed him away.
-P.S.