Dreams may carry off your existence
As leaves playing a symphony for the remissive
Spiral shadows dancing lonely
with dear Moon

O' Love of my desire
taken sweetly by the tune
Too soon, too soon

On this day dreams may fly
with blackbirds to their
true graves

Our way of being
Our way of life
Gave way to the power of sunlight

Thus spoke the Sun and the Moon

We are simple bone,
tobacco in lung and
chin bone
there's this theory
that a man
sits high, in a golden throne
well above us

We crack knuckles
bruised from brawls and
caked with the earth's mud
yet, no matter the stake
this almighty, sits in his throne
Does he weep for the lost?

I think not

He created us as matter of fact
with clay and sun, and indeed
with wisdom
bestowed upon even the ignorant
None understand, and it is the great
feral sin

Man is nothing you see,
you are nothing
we are the beast
the tales late at night
your mothers warned you of
the ones your fathers left late
at night to slay

we are the monsters
smile for this fact

for being the beast
gives you the reason to
smile

Why oh why
Won't it flow
my ambitions
always give in
too the show

the great stage
of losing battles
rivers of stone
the stars sing
sad songs for you

Whistle along
dear ambition
forgive them all
for they knew
they were not wrong

cable cars dreaming
of unattached freedom
too see what lies beyond
the simple pavement
dare for that dream

sweet ambition
shot through the heart
and dying ever so
slowly
rockets failed to reach stratosphere

Why oh why
Won't it flow
my ambitions
always give in
too the show

It's early morning time spring is blooming
as do our bodies
It's evening time the moon is shining
as do our fire time stories
Quelling the evil that lurks deep in our bosoms
to keep it from the Rise

We often forget, that first mistake
The heartbeat starts small in the chest
pulsating with the rhythm of the wind
We are invincible until catastrophe
Until the cacophony of the heartbeat
Will Rise maddeningly into the throat

It's in these small moments of demise
that our bodies ache to be ethereally eternal
When the blood cloaks our eyes into
the everlasting abyss that once we came
screaming out of, that we slowly
Rise back into

We may not last; our legacies may neither
Just do one thing for me
Remember to eat your grapefruit
for the bitter can taste sweet
After bitter time spent
Perhaps you can rest easy

My heart is homeless on the paved streets of man, the screaming machines and metal birds that never die. All the noise, no beats, no rhythm just the noise, that continually toils, swirls in my mind.

Then I finally find it, the great wood the ocean of tree, life, and more importantly of music. Such sweetening tones, all coherent and vibrant and also so sad. For this sanctuary is being eaten alive by the metal beasts built by flesh and blood to destroy the peaceful.

Man is my worst lover, no tenderness, no love. Selfish until the end, and the end is nigh. For many wish to return to the almighty wood and never speak of the metal beasts again.

There she was, unrelenting eyes bold like midnight bonfires. There I was, small, insecure, rotting wood on a beach side. She asked me to dance, and I hesitated bound between desire and humility. Her mouth contorted into a smile, and my heartbeat ran as wild stallions toward the cliff. One last good fight, one last dream to keep me alive.

There she stood, porcelain hands glowing by the porch lights. There I stood, brooding along with the shadows of my past lives. She asked if love was all we should live for. I laughed, of course not my dear. But her love was the fire in my sorrowful heart. Dandelions danced in moon light when our lips met for a single time.

Lightning cracked like a whip and rain fell to break us apart, indoors the incessant babble drove me back into the dark, my moon was gone. Now I wander these empty streets, with warm whiskey and derelict cigarettes, remembering the warmth by the porch lights; the touch that never had a name. I lost her and myself all the same.

And then the headlights came.

I was robbed tonight, but what
did they really take?
Hiking gear and a skateboard.

They left my Huxley, My
Bukowski, Hemingway, Gibran and
hell even my homebrewing books.

They must not have been a very learned fella,
passing up on the gold in front of there eyes.
The change they took, The lighters, but oddly, left my medical supplies

They didn't look twice at my Dr. Dog, My Modest Mouse, My Sunset Rubdown
They left all my culture, and they took possessions.
For some reasons unknown, I feel like they're the one
who's being stolen from

We stood on towers, tall as giants
Kissing the gods while dreaming of defiance
Our hearts pounded through our flesh
And the beat was heard throughout the worlds

dum dum
dum dum

the gods quivered at our steps that shook the universe
time unfolded into con vexing figures of stardust
We fought all our life, against our own kind
Just to have the right to choose our own rights

dum dum
dum dum

And when the ocean swallowed us whole
We dreamed of everlasting night
Our bad habits fell into the abyss, but so
Did our own kind

dum dum
dum dum......
______

She was my demon at night
My angel during the day light
My heart danced with desire
She was my mountain

There wasn't enough time
To revel upon your lips
To live in your green eyes
To remember your figure

By the candle light
And I don't think I'll ever find
That degree of insanity again
Where eyes blazed with passion

over the beauty
of
night, sunlight, and even
freedom

the simple beauty of oceans
mountains, glaciers and even
fields of blueberries
Quaked in your magnificence

the woman who made hurricanes
tornadoes, earthquakes
tremble
with unquestioning relinquishment
to the truly desired

our demons danced
our gods shook hands
our lips took shape
and my dark took it all
away

It's always lovely, waking
to the veils of light, knowing
it wasn't real; feeling around the
bed for you, the dreams said you'd
be here, so where are you?

Reality overcomes my ethereal state
blood rushes back to my brain, and out
of my ****; she's gone, you mindless
fool, for quite sometime she's gone, and
she wants nothing to do with
you

Don't use a woman to fill a void
She'll create another

Standing up on fiery buildings

Falling stars crashing

These demon nights

Echos screaming for

release to infinity

They say, the science supports the facts
One day, I'll die. I'll be no more than the
wind whipping against the rocks.
No more than waves crashing over and over

If that's the case, do anyone of us cease
to be? Energy reincarnated; consciousness surmised, flowing out on
one and into something or another. Growing with the mountains,
and falling as the first snow.

They say it's all a science, we've got it all
figured out in our ape brains;
We know where it's all coming from and
where everything is going to end.

The nights I'll look into the twinkling sky, and
I can't stop myself from smiling
Those who think they've got it all figured out must be
so relieved, so bored.

I see infinite adventurous calamity.
I see days that loop into nights,
that they're not really separate

I see the sun void into the eternal black night, and I
realize
We don't know ****, and it's insulting to the
universe

To think our ape brains are more special than the rest

It's all at my expense,
the dinners, the shows, the
*****
It's 5pm, and I'm swirling around
my place
wondering why it's so **** messy
no woman to clean, no man to ****

It's always me they want
When it's time for the fancy nights,
the glamour, the drugs, the midnight parking
lots spats, teeth and blood

One night cleanses them of their impurities;
they see the wild in my eyes, and they leave
not that I mind; running wild alone is much
more invigorating

I'm not half the coward you'd like to think,
I'd like some company occasionally
but who wants to talk about what Lucy did to
Frank, what the big fellas did to the other cities big
fellas, who's
living; who's
dying

That's what the news is for
//
not that it's any good
Give me your hearts
Tell me your fears
What wakes you up
in the middle of the night

I'll crawl back into my cigarette stinking, wine stained hole
I dredged up from, my deep dirt rotten sanctuary
You can't find me here; I hardly find myself
most days.

I start my day with cigarettes and coffee
smoke and bitter taste
it reminds me whats out there
under the porcelain eyes
under the grey skies

It reminds me, the love i desire
it's always bittersweet on the end
of our palates and we often forget
that taste, when we're looking for more
of the lust to fill our voids within the
tar filled dripping homes we call
our own **** souls

slipping time kaleidoscope spiraling rhyme
barefoot black bearing my soles to pavement
it reminds me to stay sane following that second
hand ticking around

porcelain eyes and grey skies
bitter coffee and smoke
you know it's gonna burn you
alive
oh but the sights those bright eyes will see
occasionally when the sun comes out
from those grey skies

grandeur resistance and the faithful struggle
compels the clocks circling demise
albeit the time falls backward and plays
to nectarine spills of the soul
that just won't stay in
always leaking... out

remember the days of old
that burned with the fallen
cities of rome
the days of new that
were risen with the
sentinels of better tomorrows

and the forever eternal
present
where not the wind blows
of change, but fervent rushes of
ecstasy and rapid indulgent pleasures
to keep your mind
at peaceful ease
of the yesterdays and the tomorrows

you
are

a

*Tidal Wave

I drink because
if i don't, i dream of you
and its much easier not too
think of you

so

bottoms up

Let go
It doesn't mean
much anyway

you're fighting a fight
that doesn't bleed and
**** it doesn't decay

the fight's always there
it's what it means to
be a human or at least

that's what I've heard them
say, so dream deep
of days past tomorrow

and maybe one day
you'll weep because you
know, you're here to stay

even after death
the dark
the long delay

even after light
heaven; the good words
make you want to stay

Quit whining; stand up to the punches
Take 'em and hit back twice as hard

Quit frownin';
You've only got so much
time

Forget the relics of yesterday;
Yearn in remembrance of what
tomorrow heralds

Quit whining about lost love
about lost money
about your lost soul

There's time to change it
So much time...

I don't know
my own **** self
I'm mostly alone
I carry my own sticks
and my words hit like stone

The bones always rise
To whisper secret blackness
in the veil of perception
deception

It's all the same
Words whispered, thoughts all mesmerized
petroleum, Co2, and maybe
we can get some acid
in here

You

Seem

To

Think

You're In Control
....
Best of luck

Here she finally comes,
sweet, **** death
clad in black
Leg bare from her dress

Here she comes,
Red lipstick, and fire pouring
from her mouth

Here she comes,
unknown and terrifying
and then I knew

I was forever hers

Today's the day of drooping cigarettes,
of foul tasting beer,
of lost love, lost souls
swimming in idealism and cynicism
forever at quarrels with one another
constantly thriving for the theology
of life
of death
of which is more powerful
Which is less stigmatized, fiery opposition
of detached humanity and blazing passionate souls
The acts of life and death
swarm with the wind as decaying beautiful fall leaves
whirls of orange, whirls of black

the contemplation of which
leaves one, pondering the existential why
rendering one, a little loose, a little mad.

The madness is all that's left
at the beginning
in the end.

Migraines and tooth pains,
throat shut, mucus brained
Heart flutters, and belly rot
back pain and lung flames
I
was
not
ready
for this

Butterfly wings, Sun kissed skins
Lustful smells, Liquor and Beer
Good Smoke and Good Sleep
Rapturous Desire, The Ever Hope to Win

The Last Good Fight
I
Was
Ready
For
These

I want more time
To be Whom I believe
I want more time
To see the world
To see the cultures
To see the women, and the men
Heedlessly in love

I want more time
To skydive
I want more time
To drink until I'm sober
More time, more time
to remember my childhood

I finally figured it out though,
time doesn't want me

I've never been a talker
The words stay inside
I'm a writer, and this is the
only way they come out

even if it's only alright
just okay

She sat at the maple table, eyes glimmering
beneath her glasses
I wanted her, she wanted me
the flesh, the bones, the spit, and all that follows

She was telling funny stories, paused
and flashed her teeth

"Do you have any funny stories?"

no. I don't think life's funny.

And there's another one, out the door
Now Vivaldi is back on
Sweeping me to tranquility
and everything is alright
All Okay

My days are grey,
portrayed by lackluster infidelities
painted by the shapes of
the women I get

I'm getting  quite misshapen
by the rolling days of tomorrow
the hands of anticipation
always trickling down my spine

For these last couple of years
bourbon spilled into my soul
As a result I'm
going down like fire in their throats

While I'm drunk from the beer,
they're drunk from the ecstasy
Brahms in the background
It doesn't take long for the crescendo

I say I care
That's why I'm good
I've given it completely to other
women before

They broke me, now I'm drunk, you're
here, and what am I supposed to do with
these tricks I've learned from someone
else before

I'll give you my filth served with diamonds on the side
if you give me your desire,
we can meet in the middle
and every once in awhile,

we'll make all this **** shine

Poetry grabs my attention; where so much else fails.
Visceral wordplay take my mind to a tranquil garden, that
no
one
knows
exists
The tremble in my veins, the quiver in my skin
It all means nothing; yet, strangely all seems gained
The simple power of poetry, and what a dead man's
whispers really mean; carry legends in your pocket, for
you never know when a simple man will need a
strange day

There it went, right with summer
into the hinterlands, and the snow kissed peaks
I chased it like cigarette smoke after my last one
I longed for it as the a glass of water in the deserts;

I've noticed how quickly it goes from 6 to 12
when I want just a little bit more time
How love goes to complacency in a
single blink of an eye;

It's the days that drag on that get to me
When the only warmth I'm feeling is
the street lamps as I'm roaming
Insomnia is calling, and she's got my name;

My souls reflecting in the mirror what's
been gone for so **** long
My child like ecstasies
My deepest desires of love are
all gone

If you could find it for me, I happen
to have a silver dollar
Perhaps if that's your price
you could go on the hunt;

Where do you go, once you've lost the scent
That carries you on home?
Where do you go, when the arms of yesterday
are no longer embracing?

When strangers are stone
When your mind is blank
to avoid all the pain
Where do you go?
I've a got a silver dollar, if that's your price
per chance could you give me some advice?

They found the contours of my fingerprints, that led them to letters of a name that I don’t go by.
My heart beats flat lining, the blood still carries the lightning of my spirit,
hitherto which was lost in the dark fog of the forest.
Faces disfigured upon the bark of the trees,
laughing at my stiletto, and my shadow laughing right
along with them.
It mustn’t take long for these sleeping giants to wake,
before they look upon the mundane, and decide chaos is what the world
needs.  

My lungs are black as midnight on a moonless night, the cigarette smoke is always calling out my name, the ink runs black & red down my ivory skin; depicting universes untold. It’s been a long while since I’ve put words to paper, the paper shies away from the pen like a knife.
I’m sick, in my body and mind; I’m losing all I’ve fought for, pouring out of my ears, like waterfalls of knowledge that I need to know. My mind is laughing at itself, with no where to run I must confront my own ideas. I must fill in the blanks, because nothing or no one will fill them in for me. I must constantly ask myself why?, why, why, why. Why is all of this? Why am I? Why are you? Why...
I’m constantly reading that “you must make it happen”, but I’m in a state of disorientation upon the matter. What is there to make happen? Can I change the scope of the world, just for it to change in another generation or the one after that, when they look back upon our barbaric ways and weep for us. I could have fun? Be a joyous individual whose whole life is about the laugh, the flash of gum and teeth and saliva. Should I be solemn, and force my beliefs upon others and scare them with tales of a fiery pit below the earth where all bad souls and non believers go? Or should I sit, should I wait for my demise. Where I do neither good nor harm, where neutrality bores into my soul. I am neither evil nor good, I live for the world, and I die for it as well. I’m alive to simply perish; and it’s a beautiful concept. Ying and yang, temporary and forever.

I drive all day,
with brahms in the passenger seat, and
cool beer in the back
Through neighborhoods that have
seen better, and people who
believe in the better

They call me babyface killer, because my face is
clean, I’m not drooping at
the seams quite yet. It’s all aesthetics, because my mind
feels like a century old; I don’t talk much
Cause there’s nothing to say about
football or the people, who carry on about the weather

I’ve noticed in the mornings, I don’t quite understand I’m
in control of my time, that I carry it, it doesn’t carry
me.
You’ll notice one day too
You’re not the one, who picks and chooses
when the sun rises.

There’s days I don’t understand why I’m alive,
I sit with my glass of insomnia and ponder,
why, oh why?
Then there’s the days, I even give up asking why
I sit around with pale eyes, fixed on the
tree’s shade
Then I happen to glance up above, to the
april spring skies
It all of a sudden sticks together like glue;
I’m here for all the beauty; and believe me when
I say I’m here
to stay.

stay strange my
friends
for it's the only
way
once you're
normal
you've been
had
beat by those who
say
they're in charge of it
all

Everything ends in weightless decay
A martyr so that the nebula continues
to tick away
Stones and sediment that give you
clues to immortality
The flesh will wither up but your
bones are here to stay
Drunk on stargazing and sweaty beaten trails
That demand your soles, itching for
unbeknownst horizons
Titillation deep in the canyons
on your forever soul
Etching out your ambitions on
the wind to carry them further
than you legs can go
Whittling down as burning sulfur, smog
induced lungs
Bright eyes on the stretching horizon somewhere
out there to call home
The days are getting younger, you
continue to gray and become what
once you never thought was possible;
old