In these lines are a forgotten code,
Your dreams of yesterday move me further,
Through the next part,
The next line,
And I just keep stumbling,
Across these cracked boulders,
And knobby branches,
And yet you come for me,
And me for you,
******* the new day with broken paws,
Screaming at the stars,
With gaping maws,
Our eyes,
Shut,
To the morrow,
Yet always open to yesterday's whimpers,
I bring this to you,
The Cold War enigma,
So you may decode some piece of my encrypted soul,
So a minuscule part of me,
May make it through to you,
But you'll never quite understand me,
Because through experience,
We can only ever understand ourselves,
And I love you.
But perhaps I'll have to wait one more day to see your crying eyes.

The problem with the tribe these days,
they pay too much attention to the burning man,
driving out to remote desert islands,
to watch the note crumple under the pressure,
flying over mountains to witness their transformation into a volcano.
I’m your herbal blend and your medicine man,
you see, I emerge from unharbored islands of survival,
I come with a vision, blinded to the tribe,
and my heart and legs ache to present it,
your smudged, trembling hands will reach out as I see it,
and your eyes broaden as I hand my dripping liver to you,
no, not my heart, hearts are just.. so cliché.
You can have my liver, I wont be processing anything unclean,
but in a moment, the tribe will shove moons,
oils, chemicals, yellow, green, blue with acid-stained flourescents,
so you may need the second filter.
But, no matter what they put you through,
you’ll always be that northern light,
the aurora borealis is just the reaction to too much energy in the atmosphere,
meanwhile, you take the worst, and you turn it into something beautiful,
colors from amethyst to ruby cruising lightspeed through my aura,
and there you stand, covered in the filth of the tribe,
and the sheen of authenticity shines through the cracks,
soon enough though, there wont be any more tribes,
and when the earth splits, there will be molten lead,
sprinkling space with shining, obsidian stars,
You and I will stand on the moon to witness the explosion,
and laugh as we walk away into the next creation.

Treating life as a means to an end
will only make your death come sooner
a chronological record of each broken tailbone
but I guess some people just like falling on their *****.
Personally, I like growing my tails
using them to jump a little higher
maybe that’s just me, though.
Yet, if you’re always surrounded by the blackened earth
you might have to get your hands a bit *****
climbing from that unhandled abyss
just dont forget, master colombus, that the land of the free
is just a place in your memory
Now don’t go around waiting for me
I’ll come to you
scrambling through single-pixel tunnels
my expression is a blur shifting constantly
but dont you know, a black hole couldnt reverse my inertia
I’m bound to you with something stronger than gravity
I’m a sound wave on a direct path
I’m found without weight
you’re mine to find, can’t you feel my mind?
If you’re the waterfall, then I’m the river
taking each crash of your waves
it reminds me of this song I used to know
about how we’re expansive and massive
and surrounded by infinity
suppose that makes us nothing, just passive
So as the bright and shining moon,
you stay on your ellipse,
and I’ll drag the sun into you,
and maybe our collision will create something new
because in a universe thats collapsing anyways
lets take this synergy and carry through.

I can stay on the phone with you for hours,
As the sun falls and the buds close
Not a word ever heard.
A code we learned and soon forgot ever stood for something else
No, the dictionary holding more meaning than the thoughts in their feet
I threw down the phone
Screaming my mind into your ear
But you never received it.
I pulled your picture to my face
Shoved my wisdom through gritted teeth
Deep into your dilating pupils
And as your eyelashes caught the light
I knew you heard me.
Finally understood me
Staring back at you,
I saw the gleam of your soul
Pouring through your crystalline eyes
And finally we knew everything
And we died in each others arms
Connected by the forehead,
Buried, locked in a gaze.

swells and swells of relentless flags signalling the come of tomorrow,
flows through lamps dripping in the consideration of the crow,
lower than the door can yet the deer find a home.

revelry of the moonshade,
when the petals fall,
teas make the best medicine,
blooming buds and rising suns,
aching along the shore,
the old is nevermore

growing burdens perched on weary shoulders,
masks torn asunder,
gaping faces staring nakedly back,
hearts beating behind skeletal cages,
given as gifts to scorn the sages,
church organs beating in skin of palms,
abruptly ended clanging clash,
striking the keys one by one,
hoping one note would flash the lights,
pump blood back in