We played for waste,
everyone spitting our their toxic distaste.
It grew beyond it's natural state.
Manifested into abysmal collaborated fate.

Our heartbeats broke the tape, ******* our heads on
all just falling like flies, and my cigarettes are all gone.
My souls stapled on the leaves, so the wind can carry me on home.
It'll take me through time, *beauty of nothing will make all smile.

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

Let’s say that I am what I think myself to be. Brilliant and eternal, not in flesh but in my poetry.
Let’s pretend for a small moment, that I’m as great as I see myself to be, that my words will carry a weight throughout all history.
Let’s say that the day I was created, something divine touched my soul, lit it with a fiery blaze.
That the halls of Orion rang gloriously with bells clammering heralding my arrival.
Can’t we just pretend for one moment, that I was forged for greatness, the sun hides from my light and the moon can’t look away.
That glory trembles within my veins, that each word that leaves my lips shakes up the human inside of you.
You’ll lose your breathe with a frigid reserve and ecstasy will trickle down your spine. Something will grab you and force a crescendo to rise from your gut, spilling out your throat. That mountains will move when I tell them to, the great space will shine as never before. Playing off my notes, carrying the bass line right along.
Singing out my songs, for the lost ones that have never known, the beauty of home, the calling of love, pressurizing the insurmountable loneliness that lingers deeply within us all, knowing we all die alone.
Perchance these words will lessen the blow, and make us all, yes even you feel less alone.

Here I stand, let me flow in and I’ll help you carry onward to the never ending sea and the galaxies above. Shooting through the heavens bound for eternal wisdom that the moon and the wine are offering.

Can’t we just pretend?

So it's been awhile,
dear keyboard of mine.
Wait,
I suppose you aren't mine.
Just a little piece of plastic,
that takes up my time.
Do you even understand the words that come out?
I know I don't, but the bottles uncapped.
I give up all the worrying,
the shame.
I give up wondering, if any one will know my name.

Dear keyboard are you playing the same game.
You're in this as much as I am.
You're half as responsible,
and you don't seem to care.

Keyboard, I love you.
For something that has no feelings,
I feel you love me too.

What meaning do I wish to portray?
What ideas can I concisely convey?
To a mass who sees no benefit in abstract fidelity.
To a god with no pity
For rulers whose prime concerns lay not with the city
(only in wealth)

These days are a dormant tree
So powerful, rich with meaning.
Yet dormant and still.

A blank page with streaks of black,
enough I hope to mend a world's breaking back
Oh, I'm seeing stars.....

i am drunk
and that doesn't make
me a poet
the cockroaches are
callin'
cause they know
they cant
die
the cigarette ash is
burning too close to
the ****
i'm snuffing
the heart
outta my own
soul
burning my own finger
tips
and the mountains are callin'
their own code
i cant smoke marijuana
but the dream is
dead free
the landslide is
callin'
draggin' my dreams with
the land

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

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'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

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

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.

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.

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 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.

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

The sun's in it's own shade
and it's getting cold down on the soil
Where my feet are firmly planted
as I watch all the birds fly up toward the heat
The trees are doing the same, and even the giraffes
grew out their necks so they could still eat
laughing all the while at us mopey land dwellers
feet stuck to the soil
so i smoke cigarettes, and watch the time pass
it's all growing in a direction i cannot follow
the sun's in it's own shade
to change the way of the world.

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

Not long ago, I felt lost.
Lingering in clouds of so much star dust.
The rain was coming down.
The cloud was only over my own head.

It took me so long to finally see.
That star dust I thought I was lingering in
is me.
So today, I found myself,

*It's feels quite serene.

Standing up on fiery buildings

Falling stars crashing

These demon nights

Echos screaming for

release to infinity

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

you
are

a

*Tidal Wave

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

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.

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.

you;re already ahead, you are alive
nothing is clawing for your eyes and your heart still beats
all with eternal time
but yours is so, so short.
a simile for a sunrise
so why not call it quits, smile with the sun dear child

because money isn't what the world is about
in fact
it scoffs at the idea.
don't give an inch to the grabbers, the thief's who don't give you
the inch

they all play for keeps, and nothing is worth keeping
why not call it quits
and smile with the sun, it wont be there forever
even though it may burn long while you're past.
call it quits and live ******, there's nothing else to do.

You can fight
You can scratch,
and for ***** sake you can bleed for it.
but it wont bleed for you, and sometimes you need to bleed
for the idol, to feel the empathy for all the souls, that run amok.
It's all about the fight, life always has been.
sincerity is all that bleeds for you,
so if you want to bleed, let us bleed for each other.
Call it quits ******, and think what few have dared to think.
run wild with the wolves, you're instinct is what we need.
not another lawyer, not another marketer, not another politician.
God knows there are too many, and maybe the world doesn't need another poet.

The words just feel too good to pass up.
At least we're all dreamers, in an unsolicited land.  
If I failed to convey a point, all I mean is how beautiful we are in our absurdity, running amok, to portray serenity.

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.