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...

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

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

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......
______

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.

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

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

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'll fly to space, just to see who can hold their breath longest.
Throw away our lives as if there was ever a chance,

disperse our thoughts and dismiss others, cold grows powerful in an
everlasting winter, and heat dwindles with the frost.

Our hearts grow rigid, and men grow sour.
Life turns grey, color joins the fray.
Such a mad, mad plane.

I'm on my knees, and they are sinking deeply into the mud.
My hands clasped tight, my knuckles bruised and chalk white
This prayer is not for the god I do not believe in,
but for man, that exists so clearly.

For the seas of corporate depression.
My own, weary bones.
Corrupt with the stories the television has told.
Our minds are no longer our own. Confusing ourselves for an image to be upheld.

Placing weight in feathers instead of stones.

Please heed my words, and take the time to figure you out.

Born where money is king over our own dying trees.
Greed is the only color green we even see anymore.
We place our love and loyalty into a system that is loveless.
Because we were told to.

I pray that some of us wake from this induced slumber,
we shake our a coma and become the giants we are.
To live among the air without taking from it.
To make strides to just get better, and expect nothing for it.

*To be human...
In a time of machines

Today I change with the atmosphere,
I'll swell up with infinite different pressures pushing.
I'll sprout out of my head,
Like the daring oak, just to see how close

I get to the sun.

To touch it with my own hands,
to burn with the celestial star in the heavens.
To drown out the blackness,
That goes on forever...

To see the light just one time
*before I die.

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

Anarchy boils beneath the porcelain veneer,
the flames lick at the feet of the iron heel,
it is left untainted, but it's hot as hell within,
the breath's coming out cloudy and black,
we're all coughing up slime
it isn't ours,
but the premise is something we've
all thought up.
So say your pledge and dream it all up,
for the day of reckoning that's yet to come,
the day that doesn't exist.
Praying to the god none of us believe in,
but we still beg of it.
Give us something more, the days the
the devil abhors.

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.

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

so

bottoms up

We use and we use,
It doesn't carry us far,
and typically our boat is abused.

This boat won't carry us far

We shoot and we shoot,
killing whatever we're told,
For country for freedom and whatever to boot.

The gun won't shoot

My dreams are dreaming of being sober,
It's making my blackness feel so much older,
It's the same as I told her.

I'm young, feeling much older.

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

The dogs days are dreaming of staying awake,
Barking at the singers, lulling them back to dream state.
The leaves are falling from the trees,
trying to climb back up to where they belong.
A Cathedrals bells are ringing,
but nobody seems to be home.

The roads are empty and the wind is silent,
Trees are dying and the cold is rising.
Lies are finding ears and taking root in minds,
My puppet strings are cut,
but someone's still tugging my hope.

*Oh, have you seen my hope around?

And the mountains called your name
You spoke to them in your dreams
They screamed, and thrashed and begged with all their might

To be uplifted, from stationary existence
to see the horizon they always ponder on
but nobody could hear their calls
The foreign language of the wind

Though they were calling your name
in your dreams
oh, they screamed
thrashed
and begged

The sun burned beyond and the mountains
Pulled themselves from the ground
**And The Mountains Came Running.

Complaining, oh my.
Seems everyday is a lullaby.
Jesus Christ ain't singing much,
go on, ******* I've had enough.

ha
ha

Well what would you know?
Dreaming all day everyday.
Believing in something...
That your mouth will never say!

Go on, throw your mouth at me,
Everyday is severance pay.
I control entropy
and the sun will cease to be...
ha....ha.

In the beginning, it was already the end
Ash fell from the fire of creation, and covered us whole
When the ash touched the earth, we were born from mud and stone
To gaze in wonder upon gaia, before we must go

It’s a sad story, that ends before it begins.
The last page is already written, in blood soaked pulp
The rest is up to you, to define what’s bound within
To carry your own head to your personal guillotine

Grit your teeth and endure, the unendurable
The obstacles that are meant to break you
Take the lashings with a smile, hell ask for more
That last page is already written, why not enjoy it all

Even the horrid, unspeakable acts that destroy eyes
Making oaks wilt like dying flowers, bringing on drought
Smile, and take it in stride with dirt stained toes
That smile can make impossibilities arise.

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

the days are drying away, it seems they're all the same. plagued complacency sending yellow bolts of light in my head. turn on the sprinkler, and lets get a little wet, before the drought that comes carrying with it waves of death. carrying on with the carrion of my mother, with the lost ashes of my father. Drying out with the desert before grim calls my name. to meet my mother and father in the sand, when bone shakes bone, we'll smile and say hello to one another in a language that only the wind knows.

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

you
are

a

*Tidal Wave

Standing up on fiery buildings

Falling stars crashing

These demon nights

Echos screaming for

release to infinity