it’s just true
that the world is different
with no
hope of you.

he can’t hide
the dreams in his eyes.
so i guess I’ll
lay on this flowered couch
and watch the birds
in a hall & oates love song rampage.

i can play something,
sometimes…
with a certain
semblance of structure.
it is all I can promise.

some kind of constant lurching.
some kind of wildly flailing
forging ahead.

there is nothing like the feeling
of the pen releasing the ink...
so i draw.

there is nothing like
the vibration, the song...
so i beat drums.

there is nothing like
a word falling into place...
so i write.

there is nothing
like this internal fire,
this inescapable light.

wake to dream.
let hips sing.
float in the stream.

Carousel tilt
Hell on wheels
Universe in universe
Lip to lip
A wave a wave a wave

message send failure
an accidental mullet
a bird on the wire
broken bones
faulty valves
ungiven gifts
welling eyes
icy pavement

the view is everything
from here,
in my lair.
this view is everything;
the night sky
the trees covered in ivy
covered in snow.
the icicles on the window.
the blanket on
my body,
the sun in my mind.

it’s winter,
stagnant.
verses unwriting themselves
before they’ve begun,
and when i close my eyes
i see the moon in grey and blue and silver and white.
and for a moment the air is warm
and for a moment i am happy
because i know i didn’t imagine
that smile.

it seems that this night,
i feel very strongly
that i need something
made of feathers.

do you, all covered in gold
curse the day
you met me?

a seed in a stone,
the blood and the sand.

the spark caught fire
and i saw a slowly
rotating snowflake on a
black blue background

i dreamed a dream of you
an entire beautiful dream

when the gong tolls
and that **** starts to reverberate,
brace yourself.

like lightning,
but the bolts are my veins,
electricity branching
in waves upon waves

it's ok that
you can't see
the turquoise and gold.

it's just that you don't even know
you are a brilliant orange tree
coming up on me,
taking my breath away.

you’re a golden sundial
spinning counter-clockwise
slowing
glinting
got me
thinking bout moons

“i am going to
get what i want,”
she said,
crying.

(lunar impact)

i looked up silently,
and i f e l t
her see me.

mind imagine mind life

i told her my dream
and i knew that she heard.

and then i saw the spoils.

i like living life
on this side of dreams.

i feel sorry for you
since you don't even know
i am a golden lion
swimming in pink petals.

thank you kindly, gentlemen,
for the notice.

what could be better
than finding the prototype

so so real
it feels like a fiction

here to
take me somewhere

perhaps i imagine
this life of dreams.

sometimes there are
just a bunch of scattered golden seeds
or flattened green bark
or whatever the ****

and that’s fair

i don’t think i have
any bright ideas
just don’t leap into Mordor
at the drop of a hat

don’t get any ideas

what are you really
prepared to do
with a
living falcon,
other than
put her in a cage?

you don’t even know
about the endless bass,
the shifting shapes,
this internal energy.
my god,
all the lines drawn.

you don’t even know i’m
an octopus,
a living audiowaveform.

open to
r e c e i v i n g

a splash
a cymbal
a request

a vanishing tide
an inscription in stone

the ability to
make
f i r e.

my beautiful girl.
you left a
definite emptiness.
my pretty princess
the prettiest girl in the world
(chirps like a little bird)
my perfect angel
my absolute dream.

only to return
made of magic
cuz i made you.

i won’t send my
guttural song,
the rumbling scream.
only these pleas.

at least the wired connection
has no delay.
speed
solid metal,
instant sound.

torn dress,
claws in chest.
blood.
fear,
betrayal.

if you can hear this,
then you are the transistor,
a resist o  r.

you are the molten liquid gold,
and the shell by the sea.

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through green meadows
and orange haze,
hooves thundering
manes in the wind.

we ride at midnight,
under the pull of the tides,
the atmospheric forces,
the nebulous light.

the endgame
is
the price.
look around,
this is the
p r i c e.
not free d o m,
freedomf  r o m.

i can surely tell
you what it's like
out in these streets.
but i don't think
you're going to like it.

i don't know how to say
that i appear to be off
whatever grid
the rest of ya'll are on.

if you want to love a thing
that lives in dreams
and
moves to unheard music,
well here i am, bro.

i don't like the word evil.
it is removed,
other.
there is no evil.
there are only men.
wrong thinking,
wrong actions,
and ineffective systems.
we cannot fix evil.
but the shape of society
is up to us.
we are responsible
for the growth or destruction
of our minds.

some codes
are
unforgettable

in a time like this time,
when it appears
you have been plunged
into a winter
that will never end,

when winds howl
and shake your foundation,
sleet drives itself down
and everywhere you
look appears bleak,

know the beginning
is around the corner.
the sun will not fail you.
flowers are pushing their way
above the ground,
and new life
is about to emerge.

this is true,
both within the earth,
and within your mind.
seek it
and you will
find it.

And you may ask yourself, "How did I get here?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where is that shiny automobile?"

And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful face"

And when the task before you
is thousands of files,
staple - on staple - on staple
You bite that bullet,
Staple Lord.

With every fiber of your being,
you hunt them down
and wrangle them out
like you were born for the thing;
because you are alive and
it's the task before you.

you tear dem ******* out like
it's your Sistine Chapel.

do all things this way
nothing is wasted.

the light of your attention
reflecting back on you.

this is such an impossible
feeling.
that there is no way
to sever
this beautiful
glittering thread
that leads to you.
even when every cell is different.
even when the entire structure has changed.

the time for forward thinking
is always
right
*******
n o w.

if you can find it within yourself
to see the art
in everything,
you will never be bored.
not for one moment.

i can promise you that.