I told ambitious lies
&
Dreams of stories from past lives

Breathed out months ago
In the moths wing down below

From here to eternity

All will be remedied in remembrance

If I could just remember
how it went again
things would be different and
I could go back to the way things were and
then it may be quite possible to
breathe again, breathe again; maybe quite possible to breathe again, breathe again

I’ve been living in sin and I can’t quite keep up with what I’ve been living in
All this momentum is keeping me thin
Drinking again - still drunk and I’m not giving a **** about you or us

Watch me spin

Out of control
Out of control

Into your arms
Of sweet release and emptiness
The emptiness is eating my skin
Eating away at my better half

Let me loose so I can begin to sin again

How does one navigate down the river
In one piece?
Or is that the order of the dark water
To rip and shred changes through eternity
I’ve been accustomed to change
But this is a dream
This makes life seem so strange
I love it
It has turned me inside out
It makes me feel alive for the first time
In a long while
How can I explain things?
How could one understand without being
In and out of every moment
Once believed to be so important
The beloved that live there
The one that lives here
Our lives are too crossed for the end of the crossroads now.

We are far from over
I’m just getting started

I’ll see you there...

Like a wave of cancer
it swept over me
and I couldn’t answer the question
yet again
it penciled me in
a stairway by the door
I was watching the clock
tick slowly away
and I’m still here somehow
stuck in the madness
the night I figured out
that one day this just might return
back again in the hallway
I decided to open up
I changed my mind
No luck on that side
So until then I’ll keep on swimming
Until I find my way
Through your ocean of sickness

Let’s see...
What is this?

Oh my God,
Here you are again
I was almost certain
That you were gone for good

This time

It’s up to us to see the grave
Your slow knife always stayed
Buried beneath the earth
Miles away from me

But it is creeping back now
My dark passenger
In the wind
Behind my eyes
To the left, I'm not alright

Your ways turn me bad
Make me strange
Spill my guts out
Onto the pavement
In the basement
You told me sweet lies

One more time
Evil stranger
Tell me again
I’ve got to know why
You take over my minds eye
and push me out to sea
With no way back
But to swim back out
Through the ninth gate

I’ve said it before
And god forbid I say it again
This time you’re through

I will be the end of you
Or you me

Time will tell me,
For it has already told you.

I just want to sit here in the dark
and not think about flying
or anything, for that matter

Was this stretched tight enough
Or should I keep screeching on

I’m bloodied from the hands down,
A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn

Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.
They can’t name it, what is this problem

He has

No way of letting anything out again
Only objective lies and
The forever crooked spine that takes
A smack in the face from this saying
“I’m above, I’m above...”

No cares

Left in the world -
Is a burnt star stuck on the right side
Leaning, lying, letting, the likes of this
get in your way

Or ours if,
in that one chance in hell
the star would let us through

I know,
It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun
to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see
What’s underneath the filth
Let us breath

Underneath
No need
What a place to be

Now

Now

What a place to be
No need
Underneath

Let us breath
What’s underneath the filth
It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun
to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see, I know

the star would let us through
in that one chance in hell
Or ours if,

I was leaning, lying or letting the likes of this
get in your way,
Is a burnt star stuck on the right side
The only thing left in the world

No cares

“I’m above, I’m above...”
A smack in the face from this saying
The forever crooked spine that takes
Only objective lies and
No way of letting anything out again

What he has

They can’t name it, what is this problem
Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.

A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn
I’m bloodied from the hands down

Should I keep screeching on
Or was this stretched tight enough

I just want to sit here in the dark
and not think about flying
or anything, for that matter...

Death.
A stranger in the woods -
Waiting in the pines

What is on your mind?
Have you finally come to see me,
Is it really my time?

Is this star shine not mine?
I’d hoped for just a few more weeks.
I’ve seen your face before,

Your glare from the shore,
The tingling in my eyes...
I remember you -

Old unknown friend;
Please, tell me that this isn’t the end
The door is opened again...

You and I are the calm below.
The unknown caller on the line.
Please don’t let it be my time!

I don’t need to answer that call...
Not yet,
Not now.

My friend,
This is not the end.

Put me on a shelf
Set me to the side
Sell me to myself

I’ve gave enough
I think I can go now

The openness is nothing new
It’s nothing I feel

Let’s run to the moon
Let’s swallow the sun
I can show you the room
I can show you some fun

Where will you be then
Where are you now
Let me know someday
Let me know somehow

I’ll be there.

I remember, I remember
The fall that splintered
into your eyes...
Our kiss goodbye
Your first time and my last night
Everything is alright

It’s alright
if we shudder,
I’ll stutter
every time you walk by

The legs and your neck,
My teeth; stuck in between
The curtain and the chimney
It’s not what it means

Do you see?

Let me lay down now
Let me see what’s at store
I wanna see your bluebird fly
I want to tell you what it’s for

It’s all for nothing!
Oh no,
Not now...
Not when!

Maybe things will be different then
Maybe I’ll look like a stranger that you once knew
Maybe you’ll begin to wonder
What it is about you

What is it?
It’s
death stranding

Leaving me lost in a fog
that was never there.

What a strange window
The candle burnt a black spot on the inside

Pain can describe a certain taste
As I sit here alone staring through
haze and wool fibers caught in the fog
A complete mystery among the cool wind

A fond friend that has gone again
Is there a definite closure of the door
Or am I just feeling this way
Begging for a little more

Since the last time it was cold
I’ve changed
I’ve never seemed to stay the same

I’ve been a gleam in your eye
A shudder down my spine
Goosebumps down my arms
Her slight sight directly into mine

Send it back

Tattoos meet and greet
Skin on skin
Again and again

She spoke for the last time
that evening...

I lost my breath;
Her voice stole it away

I fell apart;
Into pieces

When the final word was spoke,
What a thing to say

Our time spent - was a good one
I left a life unknown in the desert

So when earth realigns with the sun
I’ll be a solar son

Spinning around in line
Like a top out of line

In a circle, going around and around in my eyes
Those that see only despise and
Unconcern of the things learned

I learned another thing
About heart ache and how the stake
Can drive so deep down into heart break

I am everything that I thought
Your fire under the barn
In the woods

Unknown now...

An unstoppable force.

Here we go.

He awoke in the morning. The sheet had made its way to the end of the bed. Stuffed in the corner of the side that he didn’t sleep on, no one had in months. He didn’t care much anymore. The scent had faded. It was nothing but diamonds and dust at this point. As he drug himself out of bed, his mind rushed back towards what his reasoning was for coming to this side of the world. What was he escaping? What had he left back in the land of his last home? Daughters... diamonds? Dust... there was nothing left there. They were all in their place. I needn’t not to go back, he thought. I believe that’s how, he thought. The world wasn’t the same anymore. He needed this trip, this experience, this last adventure. One last adventure, he thought. *******. It’s good enough to make a man weep. When was the last time I cried? It’d been years. Or was it months? Either way... this was the place.

He walked to the door and looked across the beautiful country he was beside. He was beside himself in the mirror of the world. This cigarette tastes good, he thought. I think I’ll have another cup of coffee. Maybe a bowl or two. One for you, Mother Nature. That’s the least he could do for allowing her to let him inside this warm early summer morning.

As the day carried on, the thought hadn’t left his mind, everything seemed to taste better, smell better, the sky was a different kind of blue. The flowers were almost singing to him. Why, he thought. Is my luck beginning today? It was a sign that he was not alone anymore. The sky had opened. The clouds had cleared. It was all in time.

I think I’ll take a nap. The solution to a never ending problem. I’m always tired these days, he thought. I’ve worked enough in this life for seven. I wonder if it would be enough to get me into heaven. It’s a good question.

Thoughts drift into dreams and he was alone in this room now.

“Beau! Beau! Hey Beau!”

He heard a voice cry out of the darkness. It sounded like his brothers, or his fathers. But his father didn’t call him Beau. How did he know? The voice called out again.

“Come here, man. I need to talk with you.”

He followed languidly down the hall.

“Where are you?” He called out.

Just a little bit further. He felt the wind blow softly through his hair. Where was this voice? Where was this force? The force that made me come here. The force that put my hand in line. The force that calls out my name. It was there,just on the other side. He was ready. This was the last great adventure. He wept. His eyes began to light up with a light like never before. Never seen again. He was there.

He awoke in the morning and had been born again into the night. Burning in the ever living light of love.

To remain in history forever.

A legend.

How many
years had it been?

I
couldn't
remember...

A silence broken through memories.
Her seraphic voice called out;
“My friend, where have you been?”
We both have been through the mystery.
Now that the sour years have passed
Our splintered souls can swell again.

A shift in evidence.
The most gentle sound struck through the chaos.

Just like the eyes that have the time
to ride away in the night. . .

My mind has its own life.

I know my heart as a way with words
But I feel, oh so lost and left open.
It makes me want the dark to be inside of the day.
To be inside my little home on the ****** end of fall.
Remember what the blackness will write for you, man.

****.

Did you at last lose the long lost memory of my face?
Did it open your soul into a world of sweet wonders full of distaste?
Or did the light really have to die
to give you anymore of the life that you thought you need.

Sky! Take my hands!
God! Will you lie for real this time
and at least try and make the dead smile.

For it has been days and days of looking at the sun,
scratching my head, standing in the doorway feeling like death.
Feeling like someone with that broken thought, going over and over the strange hollow things that love to watch these trees bring you back outside.
To tell of our sour love; curdled into hate, forever as I slowly take back my hand and leave my body to dream and speak of the times that are soon to change into a solid blood red.
Then watch me change so beautifully into the unknown ghost
that is floating around this falling room.

This ****** up place, is far more blue than my memory of hell.

Maybe I should kiss the stars.
Maybe I should hold onto the morning; alive.
Maybe I should believe and stay to write
then stop today and live seven more lies.
Before I sleep,
Before I forget the truth,
Before I remember what the stars saw
on that cold screaming ground.
You will guess out loud.
You will dream of a moon underground
You will wish for better years
and for the memories to burn like all their wicked lives
through your tears.

Maybe before you start to push, they will move.
But don't you ******* start to rely on wishful thinking.

Tonight a breath of heavy air
will come out of the closed eyes.
The words will rain down like the holy green
that can sense the question and breathe and then wish upon a song.
To close the angels lips tonight.
The ones who dare to complete their turn and feel the moment,
Like the skin does.
While I lose pieces of my soul as I run across this great big white teethed earth.
My house will start to creep up out of the darkness
and my feet will live deep in the living hair of our mothers dirt.
It is a true sight of pure gold to leave the city untold and not to be still stuck in the grey mold.
It is best that I got the fear and lie awake, waiting to hear this story of the girl in pain.

Just **** your past and fall into the hope that burning alive will completely save you from mothers waves

and then watch them standing around. . .
They knew you - they were waiting in the stealing pines
They were waiting until they could understand
The slow clouds that are rolling out of your dying mouth.

For peace from God is what you seek,
now close your eyes to the sun and run. . .

*Take the fall.

Have I gone too far?
I know I missed the curve
miles ago. . .

But how far have I gone?
The question with an answer
that has no meaning.

Was the question even worth asking?
Every ending must have a beginning,
but every ending must never start over again.

How have I become this man?
From a quarter century's worth
of a lifetime time lived in colorful
exasperations.

There isn't anymore questions
that I can ask myself with this solid lividity in my face.
All I know is that nothing is the same.

Each day just gets more and more strange.
It fills me up with this central gasp
Of the nostalgic grasp of yesteryear.

I've needed this flow
This current illusion of pain
I've watched it all go down
I've felt it all change.

I know what tomorrow will bring
The same thing but with a little more sting.

She turned as blue
as the sky
as I
watched
the other ones eyes
turn as black
as the night
that surrounded us
in that strange hour
of mystery and chance.

Panic arose
as she took
one shallow breath
after the other.

I swallowed fear
like the caps that
I had earlier
and earlier
in that night,

I almost took
the other one
with
the black ******
eyes
around for some
one on one sight.

But it seemed
as if time
had jumped back
seven years
and carried me
away from her
again.

As a fist fight
carried on
in the back,
it’s as if
this time
it was stuck
on repeat.

My eyes stretched
back and forth
to try and expand
my horrible horizon tonight
to try and make sense
of these overwhelming sights
that haunt my harried life.

All I wanted
was
to make them
happy.

How everything
can go so wrong
In just the flick
of the lights.

We suddenly have run out of words
to throw at each other
and enough trash bags to fill them with.

Riots start over heart strings
while
Lightning bolts slash my left ear

I don’t see
I won’t sing about sinking
I don’t care about feeling
The ocean
Anymore

I want to run
I want to fight
I want the blood to rush through my eyes
and out back into the gross reality
Of the street spit shoe shine alley
That I sold those trips out of
Then tripped out of sight.

No more money for ashes
Take bubble baths to try and relax
Pay your taxes and stop laughing
You don’t have any idea.

****, I’m a walking talking force of nature
Baby ***** and I can say whatever the **** I want
and there is nothing that your president
or government can do about it.
Remember the first through the tenth.

So ******* and your happy-now-sad
backwards *** and elephant show
Your sloppy walk home with a red faced bottle of gin
and blue tongue grin
No time to panic!

You told me to play fair;
So go get the drugs and let’s have a food fight.

Tonight you’ll see the kids out,
Then you’ll choke on your thoughts
and run out of the perfect words
To throw at my head;
When the lights go out
So will the world.

With a click-bang
dead.

Silence.

Look atcha,

sitting there
w/
a sober idea –

got nothing to say
anymore

I guess it’s back
to
drinking again.

I've spent many a night
In a sort of weird conception
Under the wicked wing
Of some what would be angel.
With my only eye stuck on the
Lover of satan and witches brew.

I couldn't remember the rest
Of what I was going say.

I felt a sigh come over
Like a knife in my back
I stuck it out for two more weeks
and then spun out of control.

Oh what a little devil she was!

Her ice eyes set my soul afire
Completely, like a liar
Formed from a chimera
In your self made heaven.

Like soldiers in a row,
Sold like ducks on a pond.

A sly gesture at what would be all mine
In the sure ticking time to come.

We smashed through
plates of glass
on our way back down
from China.
We swam through
oceans of plastic bags
only to reach
the oily surface
of the Pacific's
deep heart of blue.
We flew through
red clouds of smoke,
feeling higher
with each breath
we took; to only find our
coastlines and insides
filled with factory stacks
of mobile empires,
run by thieves and crooks.

We thought we thought
the craziest thought.

We should have known better
than to blame our neighbor.

I find myself
Sometimes
(But only then)
Thinking about it
(what could it be?)
Too. . .

What will happen now?

I have smiles some days
and on bad days I smile
the other way around and
Sundays are bad days
Because I can't remember
What happened for the last
Seven days; well you see
what happened was,
I left home for the west coast
and found myself a different home
and surrounded myself with a little bit
of friends in that little bit of shack.
Beer, fish, grass and waves, ****, girls, lights
and strange madness erupted
into the canal streets of that little fishing town;
It was beautiful.
Like a dream out of a movie.
Made straight out of Hollywood in the 1950's.

For a split-second I thought about going back home
I think I did for a day or two in my mind. . .
and then suddenly I woke up!
This time on the easy-east coast
In a fluster of sandy beach hippies - my family
and friends scattered out on top of the yard
Days and days and days and days of
Drugs and rice and sand, non-stop funk, horseshoes, beer, waves,
more grass and more beer, sunsets and sunrises,
and strange women with multicolored eyes
and all of their weird ways.

It all seemed like a wisp of smoke now . . .
But I'd like to say that I built a ship that will sail eternally
Through these stormy seas of our fragile lives.
We as this corroded house will forever withstand the winds
Of nature and time
In itself - in ourselves.

**We are one.

There was a fire in the Northern sky
and I couldn’t dare look away.

Its slow death reigned on me
so innocently that
I then became the king of the Badlands.

The war struck woods.
There they were

Stuck in a solid line -
one by one, body after body;
I followed casually behind.

I watched them come undone
in the flowing current.
It was time for past ground to be reached

so I let them have it.
The ashes rained down
So swiftly that

I had a second to think
about this ground under my feet
It is mine.

My own earth.
No one shall ever take it.
I will die on this land.

As I thought about this peace –

A hand took shape into mine.
I turned to look and there it was,
The blazing flame

In my morning sky.
The solid star shine
Every night. . .

My picture perfect view hadn’t burned out
It was just my eyes that needed adjustment.

Her cool breath woke me every morning
and it's only getting hotter. . .

How about I start one more fire?

Love:

Like a chance
I blew it.

Your birthday is over and
The candles have
Met your cake
To *kiss each other
Once more before
Meeting the eternal yard
Of broken hearts
and past wishes.

A past-time
Breathed out.

Another
Trashcan journey
For (me without) you.

Numbers mean nothing
Anymore.

Next Sunday
We will burn *our last sunrise.

Are you ready for. . .

What is it exactly that I need?

The same old
Sliding around is falling
Beautifully out of line.

I wonder if it eats
at you softly.
I'd love to know
When it begins to *burn away
At the fleshy substance
around the outside
of your brain.

We play wicked games
In the name of science
and discovery
In order to *once-twice-three
Times try the **** around game;
Hopeful to figure out
Each others true anatomy.

The opposite *** -
The fear of *** -
What a nightmare. . .

**Why is it that I need an answer?

We softly spoke
                              after the fact;
        The reasons
Were *limited.

What
          are we,

                       but
            dead
   and dying leaves.

                                                       Swimming back -
                                                       Yearning for the warmth again.
            Second year without the
                                                  Spring(s)
                                                                ­  In my heart.

Sister's turning. . .
T̶w̶e̶n̶t̶y̶,
More years ahead
Than
Behind; our bent hands

                                         Can write. . .
                                               Or scratch The
                                                                ­          tiniest .holes.
                                                         ­                 In our minds.
                            While m̶i̶s̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶t̶o̶m̶s̶                                                 
     ­                                                             and stolen organs are
                                                                ­         Attempting to find that
                                                            ­             One perfect meaning
                                    That seems to be
                                                              ­           Right there.
                                                       ­                                           Off of the east coast,
                                                          ­   You know?
         Right out of reach.
                                   Beyond your misunderstanding and
                                        Way past the point of freezing.

But there is never
                        Any                                   turning                                      back.

We still   h
                   a
                     n
                        g
             On    by
                   a
             t
           w
           i
         g.

  Our last seed
Is                          out there,
      somewhere.

             You haven't lost it. . .
                                                   But,
The message is not what it means.

                                             I guess
                                                  That, that
                                                            ­is why

                                                            ­                                            We are
                                                             ­                                                        The dead
                                                          ­               and dying leaves.

I placed a bet earlier on
In the spirit of the spring that
I, or should I say, you
Would still be here - not moving
Staying as stale as a couch dorito.

And to think that
I placed this bounty on your head
While you sat still and slowly spun in reverse
Then raised the stakes
One hundred stacks.

To the last verse in the old King James;
You really made your mother proud.

You took the hammer and made two.
You stole the sunshine in hopes of a better view
Of your "holier" nightmares.
You made the one drop lock up so tight
That not a n'er not a sheep could slip through.
You wore that sweater that stole at least
One hundred hearts
Right out of the chests of the sunken treasure
That I fought so hard for,
But they were all for you.

I bet you never guessed that
You were always right when
You never guessed and I bet
You never guessed that
You should have guessed wrong
This time.

I was the one that dropped the screwdriver in your mind.
I never stopped to visit, I just didn't get the time.
I used to always cut the cactus off just a little too soon.
I remember I once left the moon in a hopeful wish that
I could go home too.

I guess I guessed a mess of a mess
Thus ends this insanity, thus ends this madness.

I shed a body or two off
Back when I was in the "Times."

The speckling of my sharpest bones
Was in order
and I still didn't want to go home.
I just wanted to shine.
I just wanted to live like ivory
and dance in the minty ice cream cone
That's melting down your left wrist.

While in the other hand there was this little slip
A piece of paper with a note
About how God can change your life and
Others lives if you can just pray right
and then pay the standing Black Jack off by the closed door.
Would you like anymore
Wisdom from an ******* of grass
Or the company of a church *****?

I want to shed roses out of the garden
and into my mind.
I just want to tell you that you're not mine
and you never will be and
I will never be happy again
Not like I was when
I had no hidden grin
Or when I had no scar on my chest from beating him
Or any manly hair on my chinny chin chin.

I've shined out and timed out of the server.
The service calls me so
I put a gun in my mouth
and sing them the anthem of their nations glow:

The anthem of a lunatic
Praying on a twelve gauge
To bring me back in again.

Bruised teeth and busted lips.

A black smudge down the right side
And your **** are looking back at me.
To make things a little bit harder,

I almost stopped to shudder and erase that last part but I can't now
For it has made its mark.

Trash can journey number six.
Are you in to this?

I awoke in a rush
About ten hours, no;
Ten minutes ago.
Sometime around ten.
Anyways, the point is...
Forget about the point.

I awoke in a rush
This morning,
From what I believed,
Was the sound of her
Breathing. But as I came
To, it was just that old
Ceiling fan creaking
It's nightly love song
To me.

I pull myself out of bed
And into the floor.
The shades bring a certain
Shade that I don't like
Anymore. Oh, **** me!

I slink out to the shed
And begin to burn, burn
Burn away everything,
Anyone care to come and try me?
I'll change your mind.

Strange feelings begin to arise
On this maybe-just-me morning.
There, sixteen or seventeen different
Varieties of happy and ****
Send out all the words
Of my daily love song
To you.

I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶
T̶r̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶.̶
I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶n̶a̶t̶u̶r̶e̶.̶
I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶l̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶
I̶'̶m̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶s̶t̶a̶n̶t̶l̶y̶ ̶*******̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶
F̶i̶g̶h̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶y̶
H̶o̶l̶l̶o̶w̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶s̶t̶

So, I resort back to nature.

I shouldn't have even said this much,
I'll be on my way now.

I have to c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶  ̶o̶u̶t̶
The names of her disciples.
Like a corroded mob boss
Hung on pills and grass.
Wasted manhood
A shotgun +

I passed the time to care -

The darkness sets
In yellow circles and square stones
I'll let go of them tomorrow.
But, that's what I always say,
Dear God, please!!

The plastic-faced-man
Will shut out the only light.
It's been a real pleasure -

Thank you reader,
For not reading this too
Far into and out of space
and to note the time it's
Twelve o' clock
You're on the midnight express,
Just you outside and in the stars.
"Is the devil here?"
I guess that'll make three,
So just put me in

As well. As the story goes,
I'm getting old and restless
Impatient and tired of this
World around me; the corner folds me
Back around the world and
I'm stuck on a knuckle.
What funky luck, ******!

Lay me down and ask,
"What's going on stranger?**"

I have an idea of the future.

Bleak and stale.
It's salty **** licked at my neck
Then turned and let me be
A solid hammer of stone.

&

I smashed, smashed, smashed
Away at your T.V.
And pulled your hand through,
All the while;
Your lips just keep saying no
and no, and so I let you go
and let the sweaty sand drip off
Of my boney fingertips.
As if it was my way,
Of letting your scent go
Away with the
Summer-time *snow.

This is just
The way of the world.

The question is
This seemingly unknown

Shadow |
             | against the wall
             |

A white cat
     and her blackenedface
Met once more
          for last sniffs
      To pass on alone.
                                    .
                    ­        Under
Lightning bolts -       .
                            Ground
                        ­            .
Shredded to pieces;
I saw them
                    briefly
and I coughed
    Once or twice
But it still wasn't right.
      
        This isn't a
Side         -         show
        It's            the
            last hole

To leave your shame in.

The soul departed
and m   ix e   d    in
With the earth's beautiful
colours. So fascinating the
        s m   e  l l.

Hell is no place
To speakthink about.
It exists only
For those who need it
To. . .

Dried minds are always welcome

and for that I say,
"Well done."

I'll just stay here and float
Down
                     -
                                 stream

With the other loving
Multi-coloured souls.

I began to shake

This is it,
A broken plate.

It got worse and fell
Out, far beyond her

As his face smashed
Against the sea shell
A wave crashed and found

A sudden death in a
Hole in the wall.
**** it all.

There was no watch
Last night.
I actually slipped out
Flew out of the room

Oh and you
Looked like the ocean
At first sight.
Beautiful and consuming

A windy day
Lashing out against the dunes.
Thank God
They were there
I would've sailed away, If not

For your last breath.
You saw a shadow,
I saw the reflection of
A memory from hell.
I saw you and I,

Standing hand in hand
In your mother and father's
Little mansion in the Keys,
It's fingers set me on fire.

I coughed and swallowed
Your words of love. I've got
Six months to puke 'em out
It's poison

Bursting in my veins
I sang the song you love
"The Blowers Daughter"

Your father would love me.
It's too late now
For time to heal

My memory
Of this beautiful scar.

Your eyes and *******,
Took my breath and

I fell apart.

Hail! All Hail!
To the thief
As mother speaks a lie
The words will stain your mind
Like a last sigh or
A hiccup in outer-space
The worst mistake
Was allowing me in. . .

Don't let me in.
Do not let me in!

I will not stay here
If they win.
If they go at it again,
I'm ******* out of here!

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Hell! Oh hell!
In the trees
There is fire in your breath
From crosses not given yet
For my mouth was wide open,
Until, it was tailored shut.
Because, the best thing
Was to not listen.

Don't listen. . .
Do not listen!

I cannot be here
With you anymore.
I shut the door and
Got the **** out of there.

Do you understand me now?

We band together:
Like savages
When the rain falls
And when the blood
Of our brothers is spilt out
Do not go there.
No! Do not say. . .

The sunny side
Is somewhere near.
While you think about it,
Another brother is murdered
In cold blood
By your gov'ment.

Just then, in mid-air,
The sirens call out my name
As my eyes pull out
From a sense of sin
The shame in moving on.
Pushing past the common folk
With a naked eye
On the stone before him.
Plummeting towards the end
Of the blind track,
On the bare-back
Of a Herens steer.

Wild as hell!
Ain't it?
Yet, when it stops
A sunny day
Will go away like a
Train-wreck through
The white house.

Oil spills down and black eyes
Are farther out than a barn fire.
There was blood
On the tracks, on our backs.

Now stop yourself
And say it again
Just once more now. . .

"O death,
  Won't you spare me over
   For another year."

She had heart of darkness.
I couldn't hold my head,
Nor my eyes to the sight.
As she closed the sides down
On the bug canopy,
I took another one away.

As she says to me,
"There are two of you, don't you see?

One that kills and one that loves."  

I feel as if I've swallowed
Straight razors and snails.
Napalms and A-bombs.
Palm trees once beloved green
Blown to smithereens.

Wild and over grown
Everything and everyone.
Gardenias equal sweet peace.
Real freedom stings when
It's nothing but the "peoples"
Stark opinions of themselves.
Streaming blank bamboo shoots
Into the night's black iris.

Shadowy figures
Bend triangles into shape:
To straighten you out,
To put you down.
(Don't let them)
Their methods are unsound
Yet, I see no method to be found.
I see only the cauterized remains of
Arms, legs, hands and feet
As they sit and swing
Grossly from the burning palm trees.

There's something happening out here.

The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad.
He is dying, I think.
He hates all this.
He hates it!
He reads poetry out loud!
And in a voice. . .
Oh, this man and his forces.

It smelled like slow death in there, malaria, nightmares.
It was the end of the river, all right.

The great stone face of the temple shone out
As we began to fade out
Into the end. . .

Oh,

"The horror, the horror. . .**"

There once were things to talk about.

On a Sunday.
One gave a feather
The other gave a finger.

Give it for nothing.
(Smile for the camera!)

Loving a God like
Thing; is it real?
Is God a friend,
Or a burning bush?
Like the end I've split
I forgot how to end it. . .
That's my luck.

Oh, I gave you a chance
And you said, "God, not again."

But, you know I can't dance
Well enough, on to the next one!

But where are you now?
I question.

There has been
*One too many. . .

I glare out of the window
With a fading smile.
The moon shades behind the palm trees,
The stained glass is bleeding out.

I guess I spent too much time on it.

We felt like angels
When we breathed outside
Of the wall of vines.
You smiled back with
A hand on mine.

Like a star behind the clouds

You shine brighter than heaven

I wish we were together tonight
There is nobody home
And the telephone is off the hook.

I should make the drive
Out to the edge of the lake
But my money has been spent
And I am all out of razorblades

The hurry is what we should be concerned with
It's much too harmful to be blind to love
When you know it's waiting for you below

On a star behind the cloud
The moon upon a stick.

*We are a conspiracy theory in itself.

Inside the hall
Of mirrored scars
The images make
Hollow words stain the
Mind to the core.

My only way out is through
Thoughts of your eyes, but
Often they flood the
Reflection of us, on and
Off of the screen
Of our broken window.
The foundation shakes out
Shiny pieces of good times
Hidden inside of the
Walls of our rusty filing cabinet.

Stained with old tears and fears
With no clear sight of
The things that brought me here

****** shame it is that the
Residue is still stuck in place there.
From ashes to car crashes
Your('e) feeling like this just might be your
Last chance to say anything back.
Kiss it away.

All
At
Once

It
Will
(Dis)*appear.

So we trace the reflection in the mirror
In hopes to construct a better view
Of the person that we hope to be
But every attempt I make
Draws out a picture of you.

The monster that you are to me.

Your eyes end up looking like
The midnight skies
On the beach where you and I
Made a vow to never leave each other
As long as we both were breathing

Now we are both screaming
And taking back everything
Just like a last breath taken
Without any meaning.
This has become
Something that is not worth seeing
Anymore

So I took the mirror down
With a quick hand
And a solid mind
To craft a new reflection
Out of the warped pieces of mine

And I stand in the hall alone
Looking towards the end of time
And wonder where I am going

And you are gone
And your mouth turns into the sun
As I say my last goodbye
To these starry night skies
Where we held each other tight
And made agreements with our
Lips and tongue

To say,
Goodnight twenty three.
Goodbye blue skies,
You never even knew me.