Do you ever get bothered by the habit
of making your habits not bother you?

We have clocks that whisper
find your rhythm
but really what is said is
our rhythm will find you

This is a conspiracy theory of the highest degree
Are we conditioned to condition ourselves to die by conditioning?

The most dangerous habit
could be lip service

because you may forget
how to actually meet another person

What TV do you watch? What books do you read?
Oh I love that one
He is SO funny in that movie!

There are some monsters whose appetites for souls are insatiable.
They live in between the words.
We're all food for something.
What are we feeding?

We gave each other words to build worlds
and we shared ours as one world.
Enraptured with our own eyes
and the comet dust we played with between them
We forgot about poison that we as humans must carry.

Who's was the spider?
Who's was the snake?

Neither, it was poison that humans make.
All that "we are all connected" is just like Pandora's Box.

We held each other in our hollow spots,
perhaps because we both thought the other
had that spot whole.

Maybe that's why
we both murdered those who were foolish enough
to fall in love with love
and think that it was us.
How vile we were, for we get close enough to slip the poison through a kiss.


I told you that there was a way for me to consider you dead.
What I meant was that there is a way for you to die
in that world we created in the dancing comet dust.
We'd be immortal in that world, was what we thought.
but we die without a heart.

And I realized
that I needed to know the beats of my heart
as it fell for another
and I needed to know
why I chose to **** them.
and I needed to know
who had killed me.

And we're beautiful.
So we fit the bill perfectly
to be the perfect killers.
or the surprising suicide.

What I'm saying,
is that we've had some nasty habits of trying to **** ourselves
in ways
that I used to think were unnoticeable.
And we never noticed those we ended up killing.
Until I realized
that my heart skips a beat when I break a heart.
Perhaps there is something there
in making another person your mirror
and making a reality with them
and when you walk away
from that mirror
a part of you stays with it.
Remember, it's a reflection
So a part of the mirror stays with you.

This previously unnoticeable mirror
is the eyes
and it is where I traveled
to take back what is mine
and give back what was theirs.
You gotta do it before it all shatters.

Splitting yourself up into a million pieces
is one way to **** your self.
Taking all those pieces back
is one way to make your self.

Shift out of the channels your river has dug
we gotta grow like trees
oh how slow it seems
to get to those stars

just remember
the stars are at our fingertips
but we gotta bury the dead.

In my memories I find you.
We are infinite at every point.

Midnight on still waters
with the kayak pointed towards the moon.
You kept yourself in your pocket all of those times you wanted me to stay
and didn't say a word.
Alas, a smile can still be drawn.
And we reminded each other that this is what we live for.

Laughter shakes us in the back of the class
While to each other we confess
about love that hurts
finally able to say it
in a world that we're told that gender rules the heart.
We smile together, share the secret of the truth.
And we reminded each other that this is what we live for.

A family adopts me and I learn I'm not alone.
My smiles made real, and bus rides become
enriching to my soul.
I ripped books, bit knee caps, cried on the floor
and you always opened the door to your home
with each creek of the swinging entrance, my heart opened that much more.
Chips, soda, 3 AM fast food, video games.
What doesn't **** you makes you stronger.
And we reminded each other that this is what we live for.

New apartment, new friends.
We sat at the train station, platform 4974.
we learned about inspiration, about how two people can feed
off of each other, and find more on their plates
than when they started.
Entheogenic adventures parked in cars, laughing in trees.
We have our moments that aren't our moments, something like being crazy.
But I never told you that I need you.
The explanation always turns sour, but that's the tragedy of the poet
So much lost between the moment and the word.
Yet a smile can still find us, and we know what happy tears are.
And we reminded each other that this is what we live for.


The truth is that this is timeless.
We points on this infinite ocean.
Probability says we would have never met.
Yet I know your eyes.

I just wanted to let you know,
that this is what I live for.

The hallways our voices travel in are ancient,
I want to carve with water
and drip away with fire.
Beauty is nothing but you.
I'll whisper in the creatures
about all the big small things
that our eyes simply choose to see.

Where there is God there is rain.
In the skies
In the skies

Let's dive in
It's a wonder that we're here at all.

Believe in Nothing.
Believe in Everything.

The point of oblivion.
The infinite embrace.

Two sides of a coin
in Father Time's pocket.
He kisses the lips of Space.
That's the case of our place in this Space.

Write in the fields,
hold your sister close,
everything is changing
and you are going to be whisked away.
She will smile at you when your hands part ways
and the auctioneer casts the final decision.
Sold.
Ownership of persons has split bodies,
but the love permeates through time.
In a smile, love rides everything.

And in another place, the invaders ride over the horizon,
and we melt into the hill side.
No one can catch us singing in the wind.
No one will harm us dancing in the sun.

Laughter is the best medicine, even in
the somber circles of ascension.
Stalks of grass pulse with our hearts.


In the fires, we all become ash and the space in between.
Like it's said with everything.

You caught me falling asleep when you close your eyes,
and you met me half way to the river where our dreams swim in the currents of time.
The silence in the night soaks through the blankets,
seeps through our eyelids,
but it never captures our minds.
I'll meet you there always, that house out of time.
We'll be carried to that place on an eddy from owl wings.
A passenger in my eyes
Blink away the last world of soft cats and dragon kites.
Blink again to invite skeletons holding hands.
Blink again and hands will move,
skin shimmering at the five finger dance.