The rains is falling harder

And it is become acidic

Now my skin is just matter

Disappearing away, becoming thin

It’s raining glass on these acres of wood, the shards are a magnificent color of onyx and sapphire

It’s as if the winds are conducting an opera, the trees the actors as they become scarred from the shards

The shards lodge themselves in my skin, but I feel no pain, I feel no hurt

As the blackend sun begins to set on these acres, the rays illuminate me, and I shine as the salt among the oceans

The human will has become proxies

Morbid terracota’s left to their own whims

Once the mind held liberties of peace and progression

Now the flesh is all that resides

It seeks the greed of Jesus, the ignorance of faith

The blood of the innocent, the denial of patriots

It is a program that follows orders

Set by the hivemind that created it

We are not a nation of equal happiness

We are something crueler, something darker

We are a breathing husk, rotting from disease

Self-inflicted from the sins of our elders

Now we pay the devils due, the young and cynically aware

Our agony will not be our triumph

We will await a future

Set aflame

By our parents

Our elders

Our protectors

Our

Humanity

There’s a sad air that resides here, it came when the rain began it’s long spell

It sits with me as a ghost, an old friend that I have forgotten about

It sits with me by candlelight, and watches the flam flicker along with me

Curious it wanders across my room, looking at old relics of happier memories, wondering were it all went

The low hum of the roof being caressed by the rain, it is the only sound I wish to raise my head towards



Outside I look towards the woods, and I see the faint color of faded green

From the slips of my window blinds, I can observe the world with a faint smile

As the night begins to set, the rain is still blessing us with its presence

So I sit with another candlelit moment, as the ghost and I read our stories, to escape the world we breathe in now



Now the morning has come, and I’ve seemed to run out of candles

The ghost weary from its restless slumber, as am I

Another day it seems has come to fruition, another one with the smell of rain

As if the world is on a cycle, or merely my mind has begun to bleed reality, into my own dreams

There is much to feel good about, in our modern age

But there is chaos, in this present time

When the citizens of this nation, wish to elect a miserable jester

To be a leader

We see ignorance at such ridiculous heights

Sorrow is a drug we humans must take everyday

For reasons of God

For reasons of Satan

For reasons of Nature

For reasons of the Universe

For whatever the reason of its existence, it permeates through the threads of humanity

It is a depressing factor of this thing called human condition, it seems to be the way of this world

But let us not add guilt, pity, or doubt to this ritual, for it makes sorrow that much stronger

We must take sorrow as it comes, with anger and confusion

But do not add to your sorrow, drink of the waters of joy, kindness, and understanding

For humanity can be a dark and cruel thing

I am human, my faults are clear, and they are visible

I to wonder of the darkness that lurks in humanity, if humanity is truly good

But I know that we have a choice, and we can chose to try and bring the light out of humanity

For I have seen love, I have seen kindness, and I have seen understanding

And I know it exists in abundance, under the sun, and under the moon

Take your lovers in your arms, kiss your children with joy and content, marry your kindness to someone in need, rejoice your personality and help others rejoice theirs

For the world is a dark and cruel place, we must try to do what we can for one another, less we become the darkness that exists in the world

We are not demons, we are not monsters, we are merely human, let use chose human in our daily loves, let us chose the good

Sorrow may exist in our humanity, but love, joy, and kindness also exists

Take sorrow, but chose love

Sweet sunflower, never set your gaze to the ground

Always keep your golden joy to the blue eternity

You are something of magic, an etheral miracle of the natural order

Never take those moments of sadness as permanent

For you are radiating, somehow the sun planted to the earth

What diety made you I do not know

But you are something beyond special

Beyond the mortal definition of tremendous

You are something more

I sat with the devil, over tea and plates of lemon squares, why he must inflict so much pain

So much suffering

He looked at me shocked, and said he was not the cause, for he had been on vacation

I asked for how long

He said the moment God exiled him from Heaven

I asked what he did in Hell then

He said watch re-runs of 227

How soft that world felt
It was something very different
No meandering in darkness
Just walking among the sunlight

But it was only temporary
It was never to last
And with my heavy eyes
I stared at a sun

How soft that world felt
It was something very different
No meandering in darkness
Just walking among the sunlight

But it was only temporary
It was never to last
And with my heavy eyes
I stared at a sun

Take things calmly
Recite your mind
To your tuning fork
Don’t fret on grey skies

Take the sun in comfort
Look among the feathers
And the leaves
For you can overcome

Hope is fleeting
But it still remains
Present in your notches
And in your grasp

I’ve come to the apex of a Greek tragedy, the operatic sorrow of this moment is chilling to the skin

How the tears of Dionysus flow as a stream across this granite eclipse, it hardens the marrow inside the bones

This is the sun & moon, waning to the tunes of mythological thoughts, the midnight ringing close

Waiting to see how it ends, if it ever ends

If it ever ends

When the fires reach the shores of the foggy eyed people

How close will it need to come, to make their sight clear

These fires will rage on

And will burn until the world is ash

he approach of this transgression is peculair in strain, if it’s merely moment of lucidity

Or if it is a eternal chaos that cycles as the cosmos, natural and aware in the state of the matter

The thought of it something to conduct the mind to fear, electrical sorrows that siphon to the bones in your hands

Shaking as the leaves of the willow in gales, sweating with the chills of unknown futures

Thank you, for this life

My arms are weary for reaching to a heaven

That is as close to the earth as the graves and dead pigeons

Close to the coyotes that roam a white trash kingdom

Mothers smoking Camel cigarettes, with the fathers drunk in insecure manhood

Close to the TV static hissing like a snake, hoping that it will bite me to a quick death

Thank you for this fruitful land, of abandoned cars and stickers on bumpers of an idol called Christ

When he returns lets hope he sees this heaven, is better than the one he’s got

Thank you for the calls of the crows, as they sit in pines above homes filled with bruises and emotional crescendos

This land that has this heaven, where the teenage suicide is okay

For they were different, loving the same ***

Every home as stable as the glistening ice on the sun’s smile, crooked with teeth so black

With the hate of one’s own abyss, blaming to the black and brown

What a heaven on earth, with the magnolia’s as supple as the honey of puffy sorrow tears

Thank you for this place, this heaven on earth

This architecture of oppression, will begin to crumble
And will crush us all into pools of maroon, intestines spilled as leaves

cigarettes were made for the poets

Alcohol made for the writers

Drugs made for the actors

*** made for the painters

Vices all created

To the self appointed one’s

Of art’s vast wasteland

Are we what we think we are?

Beast…

Human...

Monster…

God…

Do we live in the space of reality, or merely the reailty of a fantasys delusion
Do you hold the serpents tongue? Do your palms seek to destory creation?
Who is the child of Christ, when God is the curve of the Devil’s smile
Do we seek the bliss of human community, or do we wish to merely control what we want?
Are we the true heart of darkness?
Or are we merely the blood pumping that most poison of ruby

There’s too many stories, that will be told

Of when we were okay, and when things were clear

But those times are over, and we no longer stand under oil lamps

I wish you all the lighting, that the thunder can offer you

For we must make our departure, we must meet at the crossroads

I’ll head towards the mountains of soot, you swim those rivers of unknown

And I know that I will be blinded, by the black mist in the air

But I will have known that, I was able to separate from a poison root

I don’t wish you ill or pestilence, only that you go

We have taken up too much time, more than Ulysses

This is our swam song, so lets finish please

This is a forgotten moment, lets start forgetting now

The astronaut I wave to you
Pick me up, take me into that void
I sit with my paper and pen
Drawing a map of the stars, deciding where I want to begin
That cosmic heaven, is such a wonder so huge
I wish to explore every thread, disappear into that blackness
So astronaut I wait on my roof, please hurry soon
My nose is cold, my jacket is wearing thin
My heart is beating slowly, and my eyes grow heavy
I do not wish to return, to this world of excess
This material thing
Take me away astronaut, I have my things ready
My bag is light, and my hopes are heavy
But I know that it will be worth
To escape into that void with you
To search every inch, of that great astral plain
To die in wonder, in the deepest black hole
Astronaut I wave to you, my SOS is secured
I am ready for depature, take me to my new home

we all come to avenues
ones so filled with thorn bushes
like a sea of future scars and pain
and we must traverse each one

no matter what is chosen, that will be the song

the melody that plays as a harp across the fragile chest of the fog

each crow a lone choir

trying to save your soul

every tree a pillar of sense, that you look with an apathetic gaze

these avenues are presented clearly, and yet they are hazy

like a gamble you didn’t make, you are left with the sins of an invisible fate

that has casted you with no fault of yourself, the walk of a lonely element

that will whiter away by the heavy rain, and the long winters

but forward is all you can go, so that is the way

it is a raw deal, a ****** kind of tragic play with no sort of brevity

just those avenues

I know you see the world burning around, those sorrowful tears of despair in your eyes, streaming down like the waters of Peru

But I am going to grasp you close, I don’t know how much youth we have left, but I know I wish to spend it with you

I won’t whisper sweet nothings to you, I won’t partake in giving you roses, I won’t promise I’ll be around forever

I tell you in clear tone, that I wear my heart on my worn out sleeves, that I see you and I see why life isn’t always darkness

I’ll take you to the rivers I walked before, and tell you my memories, and how I wish to make new ones with you

I’ll tell you that I’ll die one day, and that I wish to make it count, so I’ll take my seconds being around you

You aren’t a waste among this earth, you are the lotus among the thorny vines, the magnolia against the pouring rain

You are the temple in wish I find sincereity, you are the docile lake were I look at the mirrored stars above

You are the roaming fox, among the foggy woods, encumbered by dread and sorrow

You are the realm were fantasy becomes real, were dreams take forms of plausible smiles

You are what makes the doubt become dust, you are the breath that blows it to the eternity around

You are the astral spectical of crystal amazement, you are the life inside the dreams of love
You are something amazing, something special, something extrodinary

Those dancing days, filled with merry and gay ballets

Was a relic of something we were robbed from

Left we are with the rotted waltz

In this eroded ballroom

Filled with bones and human remains

How rotten it is, true to see

Is burning bridges, among burning trees

Redact your senses, among this pyre

Will see our ends, in this burning fire

We gave our joy, for selfishness and greed

We developed a bloodlust, a mighty need

We ate the meek, and burned the rest

Now we wait for our rewards, in jest

This is humanity, blanketed with deceit

But it smiles at corruption, and always eats

This machine is burning bones, ever so much

When we lose all the bones, we will lose touch

Humanity smiles, with a bloodied grin

Blaming the innocent for its sin

This is so, this is such

A blood starved beast, lusting for much

I went to the woods to find me a new bed, to find another vessel to lay my flesh to slumber

I saw a field of orchids, and went to pluck them for my use, but they said they wished to remain there

I went to take a log from it’s resting place, it was rotted and old, but it wished to stay at its grave

I went to take sunflowers to make a colorful bed, but they wished to stay were the sun would rise highest

I went to a bushel of barbs, and they said they were alone and longing, they would be glad to make my bed

There’s always a still, before you take to sleep

When the mind goes blank, and you grasp the lonliness

And you feel the weight of the world, for a moment

And you can feel the collapse, in your lungs

Some call it awareness, others call it stress

Maybe it’s just reality

How faint the birds chirp, the wind brushed against the grass

My body weak from the walk here, to the hill I expell my stresses

Sitting at the top, looking out to the sea of trees

The birds follow me as I walk, giving me songs to keep my energy

They lower their song to a hum, for they know I enjoy the solitude

How I envy the melody they carry, how natural and gorgeous it is

Looking out with my wishes on my tongue

I speak them to the breeze, so that the wishes may travel

To somewhere else, were they may come true

The history of a nation, bended towards the allure of a black dragonfly, a seeping beast that bubbles and brews along the sun baked earth

What a terrifying creature it is, the black devil that infects and corrupts the congregation around

It’s a flammable god, that has the minds of several masses, wishing to make their wells deeper with Midas Gold and African gems

It will burn a hole through the middle of the Earth, it will set itself on fire and aim to take everything organic around it to ashes

For it is a cycle that has begun long ago, instigated by the sins of fathers, and being conjured evermore by the spirits of the past

It will only aim to become a behemoth, that will crush and pillage those that go against it

Rigid moralities become devoted members when they see the banks of The Black Sea, the hearts of men become minds of virus

It will never cease to stop, for the creature can not die, we can not stop what we created.

There is light in the world, there is no need to argue about it so

But we must not let that light blind us, for there is an inferno among ourselves

And it grows deeper with each apathetic minute

You’re quite the wretch, how you expel sarin and carbon monoxide from your pores

You hide behind an accent book, a holy text to justify your ignorant crusades

Do you think God looks at you with grace? You may accept Jesus, but the son of God doesn’t accept you

You sing Amazing Grace, to instill in yourself grace, but the truth is skin deep

When you condemn people to hell, do you think you’ll ascend to heaven?

What’s truly worse, a supposed life of sin? Or causing pain and sorrow for innocent people?

It's easier to say you're fat and should be ashamed of your lifestyle, then to say I hate your happiness about yourself

Bitterness and hate don't use truth, for then they have to look at themselves for what they are.

Bind your dreams to your wrist
Because in the whirlwind
Of social gatherings
Filled with too much alcohol

Can they fly away
Become a paper plane
That glides softly out into the air
Into the dark ether of the night

And once the drugs are gone
And reality comes back
To look in the mirror
See that they’re gone

all with blood and hearts
desire to have those dreams
naive, caramel sugar dreams
simplistic joy and unchained hope

it is a sorrow dart
to the front of the skull
knowing you are too hardened
to feel even the basic achievement

no one tells you how to soften yourself
back, they only tell you to toughen up
well the most solid concrete
will eventually decay and destroy

In the grey fog that surrounds the space, ominous sounds buzz and hum, sending the spine in a frenzy

But I see color, bright and ravishing, dripping from the petals of an orchid

You are an orchid in the fog, showing colors of amazement, giving my world so many spectrums of wonderment

You’re existence is a mere caricature to the ones who call you sick

The ones that call you diseased, that call you poisoned

The one that ruining this wholesome way of American life

With food made of slaughtered clones, and a society more obsessed with a new phone then a peoples safety

Yes, you are the one for all this discourse

You’re conversion is the only salvation

To fix this “wholesome” American national

I am a scavenging animal*

An emaciated coyote with ****** flesh

And worn yellow eyes



They say, your life isn’t so sad

              Your family isn’t that bad

You aren’t their envy and blame

               They always treat you equally and sane

You are just pissy and whinging along

                You should just cheer up, listen to a song



if ignorance was currency I could feed my bloated stomach

       For every individual seems to give me a deposit

              My nails are cracked and brown with dirt and blood

And my eyes sting from the lack of hydration



My poverty my only identity

The moaning of others, overlaps my own crying

My happiness locked away somewhere in my chest

And I can’t ever open it



Seeing others glide along so easily

                    And every step I take I get weaker and weaker

My friends all but long gone

                       They didn’t want to deal with a ****** face



So I am wandering for hope

In burning cars and empty trash cans

            Wishing that the sky above

               Would swallow me whole



                                

                                     *And away into another existence

The room painted in crimson
The body posed with biblical grace
Heavy breathes are the only presence
A stunted panic in them
There stands the beast
Or so we would say
But as human as the rest of us
Why it occured?
That is where the pain lies
Not in the death
But in the meaning

Loneliness is a very blunt hammer, that crashes against your walls as you sleep

It keeps you up at night, haunting your mind with ghosts of crippling doubt, and silver demons that cut at your skin

It makes your mouth dry, it makes every step feel heavier, it makes your eyes bloodshot with anxiety

For it is a sinister thing, it creeps into your skull and burrows into the grey matter

It makes your lungs feel constricted, and your tears heavy with salt

It makes your fingers bend against the window pane, your words choke againt your bleeding teeth

As you sit in your slumber, and feel thw hollowness in your bones

Lonliness is a grotesque beast, that lays with you in the night, and whispers deathly hymns to your soul

It’s a insidious thing, a truly isolating angel, a god that seeks to punish

if that anger was all consuming
that bitterness truly all decaying
then i must be quite the delayed
supernova, a mistake for a mistak

Piercing veils of the cracked smiles, an airy aura of simpler tendencies with gentler desires. The romantics to add to the colours, to make them see more vibrant and lucid.

When a streak of grey enters the mixture, there’s a muddling of spectrums. If only romantics could take the poor from the broken alleys, take the sick from diseased corridors, provide the hungry with the honey of maidens. But, sometimes the surface is just the surface.

When you dig into the rock, there is only more rock. When you mine away the granite, there is only more granite. A coal may produce that alluring diamond once in the sunlight of graces, but it’s not always the case, sometimes it’s just rock, sometimes it’s another dig. Another mine, to excavate the calcium built in your lungs, to breathe easy again.

I can hear the coo of the morning dove, echo in the sunlight

Refracting against the dew of green tombs and graves

It searches for its lost love, in such desperation

In my sadness I hope it finds that love

How mornings sing with hymnals and nursery rhymes

It sounds with a grace and damaged beauty

How your awakening feels ill tempered and quick

The sunken eyes with black and grey tapestry

How they look as graveyards in the spring

They gaze out to the world beyond walls, it’s something that wishes for eternal slumber

Before the last call of this dream, I saw something shining in the spine of forgotten trees

It was radiant in a haze of grey and faded red, something peculiar with a sense of lonliness and sorrow

It was something very odd, it was something that felt like a distant memory, a nostalgia of sorts

And before I could see what it was at the end of the path, the lights seem to dance, and I was in another world

Time is mere dreams, that rewind and loop consistently

Like waves to a beach, endless it becomes

It is a tool we use, to make sense of this chaos

This space we call life, in all its whims and terrors

We progress to a future always unsure, never knowing if the past is really past

Like a stone in focus, sitting on the edge of a riverbank

The water goes on, and yet you seem to stay

As if time has left you, out of the stream of linear dreams

So you dream those looping dreams, for it must be the way we are

Maybe this is the desire, to not have those dreams any more

Or if they were ever dreams, just sins that became something real

This society does not wish to keep you safe, you are inbetween the cracks

You are the slums, you are the ghetto, you are the problem, you are the obstacle

You are the different, you dress against the code, you do not conform to what the male populous tells of you

You are the sick, you are the freak, you are the disease, you are the immoral

Your love is to another of the same gender, you are not right, you are a cancer, you are what is wrong

Do you believe your society wishes to protect you?

You are a different color, yet you are blood and organs just like the rest of humanity, the same as any other mammal

But you are the problem, you are the volatile, this is the certainty of this society

What of the kids?

What of our privleged?

What of the moral fiber?

What of reverse hate?

Countless excuses to mask the hate and ignorance which this society holds for those that don’t follow it

Excuses to cast its fire among the riverbanks, to scorch and burn anything it deems unworthy to it

You are fat, you are human, you live as any other person that walks and breathes

But you are ill, you are sick, you promote a sickness that is damaging to the health of the society

Do not confront the hypocrisy of the society, how it wished to damage the self love of you, it wished to destory your self esteem

You know what you are in your heart, in your soul, in your body, yet you must wear a permanent mask

You must live in fear of violence, of explotation, of the darkness in humanity

You are a monster, you are sickness, you are things that deserve no love

This is what the society tells you, this is what they wish of you, to know that you aren’t human

You don’t fit the normal constraints of love, you express it in ways that scares the society

You are immoral, you are wrong, you are sick

You do not fit to the normal sexualities, you do not fit to what they think you should fit to

You are a disease, you are sin, you are hedonistic mistakes

You, you are different, you are nothing like the model that the society wishes you to be

They are afraid of change, they know that with change, their reign will slowly fall from them

Do not believe that they wish to help you, this is only a crocodile smile

This is only the wolves dressed as sheep

They will try to destroy you at any point, this is their goal, for you exist, and that is a problem

You are a threat to the old ways, you are a threat to the old ignorance

For you will fight your whole life to get your respect, it is a dark truth, it is a sad truth, but it is truth

But you are a fighter, you always have been

Do not listen to their words, it is merely a way to break your bones

You are the moon, you cannot be broken, you control the tides

You are the sun, you are bright, you are radiant

You are the rivers that span across this earth, you are the life to many things around you

You are the flowers, you are the fields, you are the birds, you are the creation

You will fight your whole life

Fight for what is your respect

But you will win

You will

Win

The flowers have wilted on this brightest of days, I guess they knew it was the end of their cycle

Even though they are gone, I can still see the faded colors of their beauty

It’s a sorrowful sight to see them go away, but I see a sprout of green, rising in the place they now rest