Come join our schism
Of
Song, dance
And surrealism
Nothing rules our lives,
Though
No one
Hears all of our cries
Everything for peace
Power
Of verse
And song are the keys
Break the iron lung,
Free
Yourself
Or else you’ll be hung
We are the new youth
We
Are strong
That, THAT is the truth.

The water's words gush out of
Both my ears
And on to the icey floor.
What's behind
Your leaky eye's shallow disguise?
Were you ever
Awake when your eyes were closed?
My ear is
Frozen to the floor waiting for
Your whispers.
Condensation drips off of
Empty vases
Clinched in the viper's closed fist.
The cycle,
Constant and never ending
Will repeat
Until the cataracts fall
From your eyes.

Can you hear the
Cast bronze fireplace's
Flames melting iron snowmen?

Can you see the obelisk
Sitting in it's vacant lot?

The stone cold singe-marks
Sear varicose veins
Of wooden lamp posts.

Whiskey filled sippy cups
Preordain the raven's tears:
                               (Bullets)
I hear Nerudan love poems
Broadcasted through blue PA speakers
To no one
(But me)

Songs resonate through hollow walls:
                      Songs read from empty
                      Sheet music
                      From the fall of
                      1964.

I am not the empty vase
But the puddle leaking through
The floor boards
Falling into orbit 'round
The ominous glow of
Silver stars.
A communal solitude
Masquerading as a hawk
Architect.
An open leather bound book
Written in archaic hues
Red-orange.

The weight of the world
Falls to glass shoulders
Atlas panes
Shattering.

Have you ever wondered what the wind looks like
              To the trees?
                   -Memory foam embracing lions.
                         The tree's USB chords dig deep
                                              Into the mother board.
                                                          ­     Mother Earth
                                                           ­                  Braces for the hurricane.
                                                      ­                                Glass shards from shattered dinner plates
                                                          ­                                                                 ­            Masquerade as
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                            BLADES
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                (of grass)
                                                          ­                                                                 An ENDLESS,
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                         Endless charade

Autumn leaves profess their love
As they cascade to the ground

Redwood stands in silent attention
To feel your breeze caress it's bark

Allow me to introduce you to the scene:

Empty rooms with padlocked portals
Absconding the identities of the small town
Metropolis.
Crawling through it's empty corridors;
The syrupy melodies, of muddy songs,
Humming themselves.

I see the earth raining into the clouds.
The bone marrow
Injustice bleeds through the Kevlar canvas
Calling out to severed limbs
(of porcelain trees)
On secluded islands, crowded by
ten-thousand concrete angels.

Ten-
Thousand.

"COME ONE COME ALL"
"PREPARE TO BE AMAZED!"
Cries the vulture on the Master
Of ceremonies shoulder, as he circles
The empty bleachers in Padlocked rooms.
Erogenous melodies now;
Creak through the cracks of the hardwood
Floors, whitewashed seven times over.

Is the television too loud, masking the tune that's
Cascading through the room?
The nocturnal sun goes to sleep at night
Tonight.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock.
The grandfather clock awaits Its final
Stroke.

The overwhelming smell of bathtub
Moonshine, awakens the vanity,
And drowns royal dignity.

Tell the truth,
You have heard this story one million times now.
The ending is ALWAYS THE SAME.
And yet the tape is rewound
And fastened to our eyeballs.

My eyes are cannibals
Let them devour you

My arms are skyscrapers
Let them lift you to the moon

My heart lies here naked
Just waiting for the fall.

I can't see you through the haze,
I can't remember you through the vuja de.
I can't hear you through the silent crowds,
I can't feel you through the concrete clouds.
I can't remember pleasure through the pain,
I can't listen to your voice to keep me sane.
I can't.

Errogenous canopy of liquid trees
Firestorm lioness running with the breeze
The indigunous priest absquatulating
To Saturn's rustic Chamber
The stars splintering both eyes
I can hear voices inside the mason jar
The chill in my spine awakening the Czar.

I cannot remember the last time I d r e a m e d

The colorful spectrum of
Dandelions
Deliver an array of
White whispers
Blood red screams
Blue oceans
And wet dreams
To the mind’s epicenter

Grave whispers sweet nothings up to the neon skies
Clammy hands reach for the ankles of passersby
Ash
To
Urn
Ash
To
Urn
I am consumed by the grasp of your cleansing rain
Stars exist within the blue, wash away the stain
Fly
To
Learn
Fly
To
Learn

A white fire illuminates the shore of the stone lake,
                                              -a lake long forgotten.
Dear Silver Lady, will you accompany me tonight?
                 Let's sculpt until it's blue.
Listen to the red-orange whispers of the sky's sunset,
                   The sun's sock drawer
     In the
          Davenport of muddled hues,
    Composing the
Night sky that's ripped from yesterdays yellowed newspaper.
                  The moon re-gifted us
    A star.
                  I still visit there
                  From time to time.

Pair of golden coy fish
Swimming counter clockwise,
Watch the suns final rays
Sink deep beneath the sea.
The waning crescent moon
Drowning in nostalgia
Retreats to his chamber
To write ethereal
Songs in rosewood bed frames.

The precipice of my temple
Falls into the crevasse of your
Eyes
Again And Again

You look at me
Looking at you
Dark clouds I see
Behind
Your crystal blues

The winding ravine
Untouched and pristine
Empties over the earth’s edge
Leaving behind golden sedge

At the stony shores
Stood a lonely boar
Bouquet of wilted rose's
Peddles falling to his toes

Dam up the ravine
Quench the fading green
***** onyx monuments
From ashes of the black pits

Let's disappear
Into the celestial
Blue enigma,
Accompanied by the
Mysterious
Persian Sheik, king cobra
Constricting the
Violet suns in his eyes.
Coyotes lead
The waning hunt, consuming
T h e g l a s s c e i l i n g.

Your words claw out of my eyes,
And fall translucent into the clasped palms
Of my hands.

Listen, listen carefully to the muddled sounds.
Hear the tiger's paws trample the dusted paths of
The vacant streets;

The arcane acres of blotted ink
Sitting beside the ruminant hordes,
Choking on a drawer of silver spoons.

We see through the wall's hole;
A soothing fire raging, yet we cannot touch
It's flame.

STAND IN LINE, take a number
Our turn will be coming soon.

Be the street lamps beneath the redwood's shade
Be the porch swing on the moon's surface.
Be Atlantis, lost and found.

Listen,
         listen
                 carefully...

Rain is pouring
Duotone black and white.
Are there colors
Behind the greyscale sky?
A distant song
Rang from a blue cello
Is love hiding
‘neath the striped umbrella?

Hot springs in the heart of the mountain
Evidence of living stone
Comatose giant
With stalactite teeth
And Niagara tears.
Piggyback my way to the heavens
Oh, ancient deity
Connoisseur of peace
Connoisseur of love
Ease the mind
Of the pine…
Ease the mind
Of the pine.

My shadow is
My close ally
My whisper is
My heart's outcry
Follow me
To the end
Of the night
My chariot,
My stoic ride
My dwelling place
Pools in your eyes
Follow me
To the end
Of the night
My shores arrive
At the end
Of the night
Will you be there?

I’ll carve our song
In the bark of
Ethereal
Trees
For the world to
See

I gaze at the big city lights
Dreaming they'll give me sight
They wont help,
They wont help.
I keep hearing time whispering
And dead silence screaming
Out my name,
Out my name.
Walls crumble to the sea,
Foundation made of leaves
Wind takes them,
Wind takes them.
Can you hear the pavement cry
That it cannot touch the sky?
Dry her tears,
Dry her tears.

The absinthe skies
Bleed emerald
And blue
Three angels cry
As the statues
Crumble
The stones mangled
Scattered about

Angels
Are forgotten

From my nestled comforts - to the tides,
That is where my serenity hides.
Silver waters consume my perception,
An Infatuated connection.
The glowing disciples in the skies,
Reflecting the aura of your eyes.
Yesterday's warm news,
Carried by the blues.
Today's melody,
Blooming lilac trees.
The cool wake drowns in the summer sun,
Golden coronation has begun.

There are microphones
In a vast sea of speakers
Searching for their voice.

Mountains fall, due to
Compromised integrity
Of a single stone

Happy
Birthday
To
Me!


22. ****..

See the night sky awaken the day,
With an infantry of illusions.
Hear the sirens song,
Echo though the pines.
Taste the colors of the setting sun,
Radiate light from your silent tongue.
Smell reality,
Slip away from you
Slowly
S L O W L Y
Can you smell incestuous senses?
This is place is now my reality.

This hollow fortress
Stands lonely
Strong walls, foundation
Straw only

I give all to you,
Into me
Just you stick around,
And you’ll see

When I close my eyes,
Dull darkness
Illuminates blue
In sharpness

I give all for you,
Into me
Just you stick around,
And you’ll see
Into me

The capo
Clamps the
Heart
Changing
Key of
Blue

The compass
Spins the
Mind
And leads
Me to
You

All the televisions have eyes,
Theatrical espionage.
Please mind the gap,
And do not sit too close.
Electric revelry
Flows in three dimensions.
Quenching of one dimensional windows.
Optical murals of other men's dreams.

I’m looking for a place
I’ll go a thousand ways
With you by my side
Beyond the lost highway

The wolves still cry at night
Up at the moon so bright
They conduct our trail
Beyond the lost highway

We travel on by foot
Just because we could
Who knows what we’ll find
On this long lost highway

We are not even sore
When we find that old door
Our journey won’t end
Beyond this lost highway

What is behind the door?
You wonder and implore
Take your own path down
Beyond the lost highway

Magnolia Queen, Magnolia Queen
Launch one thousand ships
Oh, carry me back to the in-between
Magnolia Queen, Magnolia Queen

The shadows will dance, the shadows will dance
The fire burns hot
From the iron king cobra’s trance
The shadows will dance, the shadows will dance

Oh, carry me home, oh carry me home
Through the absinthe seas
Watching the watchman mumble and drone
Oh, carry me home, oh carry me home

Whittling the trees, whittling the trees
Planets do align
To the face of the Magnolia Queen
Oh, only to the Magnolia Queen

The valley whispered the secrets of the mountain
As it strummed the strings
Of the acoustic
Guitar.
The chain’s links rattled and clanked against the hollow
Crypt. The melody
Drank the morning dew
Drops.
The monotone drone of the arcane one man band
Scattered all the bats
From ‘neath the golden
Bridge.
The nomadic minstrel strummed his last chord last night
His magnum opus,
His audience of
None.

*Taps rang from the pipes at the caskets lonely hour

Echoes of your voice
Like in the midst of a dream
Stirs without my choice
Crazy things mans never seen

A beauty so fine
Like in the midst of a dream
I wish you were mine
Can you even hear my screams?

In the midst of dreams
in a kingdom in the clouds
With you as my queen
Where there are no rules allowed

Like in the midst of a dream…

The tree's
Nature is to
Nurture
Red robin's egg.
Robin's
Song, caresses
It's leaves.
Sky professes blue.

The rain like a cold, damp, blanket on my skin
Obsidian trees drink tears of the creature’s sin
Ivory trees lie barren
Housing a great red heron
The stars of the universe
Hidden in his burlap purse

I see your face
Every time I close my eyes
Painting my dreams
The color of your disguise

Velvet highways are extended out
The road looks treacherous in the dark
Through night's demons and doubt,
Burning dancers try and make their mark.
I am following the light,
That is drowning in the night.
Oh, where will you be,
At the end of destiny?
Ivory street lamps sear through night's tar
The falling horizon is still young
Lucid owls preaching in the marsh
"Daylight's song has yet to be sung"
So keep following the light
That is drowning in the night
Oh, here waiting will I be
At the end of destiny

Bouncing Betty in the closed corridor
The white walls bleed red
The red walls bleed white
Oh, how can we escape this squalid shell?
Ceiling fans Awaken
Silent hardwood floors,
They run screaming into the dull darkness
Let's feed the creature
That's lurking below.
Does the creature exist outside my mind?
All my rainbows fade
TO SHADES OF COPPER.
All the browns of the trees still look the same.
The mind can be a
Prison for your eyes
Let's escape Perceptual Alcatraz.
A silver dawn waits
For the queens return.

Gold euphoria is written on walls
of the tiger's cage.
Walls oozing the ink of the forgotten
Poets and scribes. Pens
strewn on the mausoleum's endless floor.
Words of men still scream
The blind injustice of the fleeting souls.
The indifference
Of the red masquerade will take us all,
Take us in the end.

There are painted gardens on my bathroom mirror
Like a surreal window
To the eye of the storm,
A skewed camera lens flare blinding the mountains.
Let's bathe in the hot springs of
Heightened sensitivity
And reminiscence of forgotten tomorrow.

The irises of my eyes
Repossess the beauty
The world abandoned
And cling to
The fabrics
Of reminiscence

I carried the weight of your eyes
In my heart.
Every beat grows stronger as your
Glare pierces
Through the opaque stone with in me

There is a corrosion/a groove
            In the persona I've come
                       To believe.
    The mirrors in my eyes are shattering
     Around a turquoise salamander;
     His laughter made his presence
                          Known:
     (Orphaned in the depths of the
                  Alabaster forest;
Came rebirth, at the foot of the petrified tree.)
                  Shadow puppets;
  Constricting the shards of shattered mirrors.
                  Never relinquishing.
                         Never tireing.
    Fracturing my skull as memories try to escape.

Sand castles
Amber sands
Washed away
By blue hues.
Wake up and smell the lilac bushes.
Drift away beneath the cool shadows-
Tides of the ground,
Waxing, waning
One with the sun.
Let's make way for
Evolution dwelling within my eyes.
Spiritual avarice, feeding the
Comatose giant,
Chained to porous walls
Wolves are almost free,
The moon is calling.
I must heed the celestial communion.
Erogenous tempest raging in the clouds,
Shades of blue swirl with shades
Of emerald and red.
Chromatic souls breeding,
Building new sand castles.