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david jm Jul 2018
jesus was a carpenter
ya boy is jst a lil sun,
burning like a blade of grass
beneath a magnifying glass,
feeling like the only one
my life was jst an art for her.
david jm Jul 2014
I see television as a sort of
Socially acceptable
Voyeurism.
Watching other people live life, instead of living your own is strange.
david jm Feb 2016
I bled my soil,
Broke the gavel,
Burned the court
And blinded God.
Terror.
Coke.
Guns.
Money.
Lions.
Saints.
Wolves.
Freedom gets ugly when taken seriously.
But only LIONS take it at all.
david jm Jul 2014
I can recognize the symbols now,
A God complex is simple thought.
A happy night.
A Saturday.
We're number three from Mother Sun.

Sister Nature is my father,
Brother Earth in animus.
Out of line,
Just out of spite.
A blackout can't account for this.

Taping up the horse's mouth,
Reality is not relieving.
If this was real
I wouldn't have to hold on like it's leaving.

Awoke but never fell asleep,
The endless sleep has found a stop.
I can be your cellophane,
If you'll be my Salem's Lot.


Avoid the windows,
Faith is burning.
Too alive,
And too unnerving.
the circles I live in.
david jm Aug 2014
The ugly jazz in your stride,
Your snow drenched tombstone simper,
And your bruised peach overcoat of skin
Have been dethroned but
Will never be replaced.
My hearts a museum and
You're the big T-Rex all the kids came to see.
david jm Jul 2014
A slab of wood
Entwined with copper and nickel.
That's all you are.
I feel your humanity at times.
It could just be the heat from my hands
Still fuming off your glossy surface
Like boiler room pipes.
Pipe down your pipe dreams sonny,
You're no Kurt Cobain.
For my guitar.
* A "pipe dream" is a common expression for a fantasy, not a metaphor for drugs.
david jm Sep 2014
I don't believe
In your power or lack thereof.
We are all strong
In a broken winged kind of way.
Obituaries
And flowers are your last award.

The day I'm buried
Will be my best dressed occasion.
Impressions
On my couch next to burn holes
Remind me
Of the desert we deserted.

Now we
Make wastelands of the beach.
Call my name
Into the new sea, dry as deep space,
Abiding to
My word, I sleep within reach.
david jm Aug 2014
Luxury is so, so temporal,
So subjective.
Relapse of luxury.
Collapse. Collapse. Collapse.
Vanished by sunrise
Like the scent of jasmine blossoms.
Do I harbor deficiency?
Deficiency harbors much fruit.
Out of the way,
Out farther than Father,
The forest feeds on breath.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Natural death looms over natural life.
Natural life broods over stillbirths.
I am a cyst.
I cannot distill ambition.
Twist my skin.
Twist. Twist. Twist.
Wring my dreams of your stench.
Function and design held hostage.
Intuitions pupil crusts over
Passively.
Pacifist?
No, no, no.
Just a coward.
david jm Jul 2015
At the same time
on the other hand,
I got the same time
on the other hand.
Too bad youre too good to
be.
You can't be not where
You are at the infinite - 
Momentarily there.
Forever scared and frayed
like dad's Broke hands
and dad's broke heart.
And it steps on my dad.
Smothers the invader
with a Catholic hug.
***** fly trap of a man.
The Warden swinging moods and keys
in the face of staring trees.
david jm Nov 2014
Shaken past consideration on my way to never again,
Once more toes break and bend to send away for better air.
Tethered to forever by force of will or won't you believe it.
Feed my limestone stomach with the bitter bigots loneliness.
Crash, amnesia..
Oh just forget it.
david jm Sep 2014
Friends,
Enjoy the last few drips
Of the blue Summer sun.
Let it linger on your tongue,
Build a home in your eye,
And traverse the country
Between your breaths.
Its raining earth today,
I rather like the dance of
Smell in the air,
Wringing away the Summer.
Get some rest,
Next season,
We all fall.
david jm Aug 2014
I failed the failure's exam
With honors.
Give me a scoop of harakiri.
Ectoplasmic gastric acid ****.
I'm a cauldron soul.
I jump the sword often,
With a pen mighty foolish.
Guns Almighty Love ****..
Gaping, blistered, gangrened LOVE.
Black dog eat dog.
Black cat luck.
Barely-there black jaguar spots.
White paled pink hope dies (dyes).
Funnel your ethics,
Fumigate your reason.
Lazy leopard
Scratch my face off.
Eat it.
Enjoy it.
Hate it.
Dispose.
Withdraw.
Calculate.
Repeat.
david jm Feb 2020
i go extinct.
i fall in love.
i make believe
i never was.
everybody needs more time, i know i do.
im not the meek.
im not above.
im just a man
inside the love.
cant nobody understand aside from you.
thought i wasn't human -
alas, i bleed.
bodies in the forest become the trees.

you know that i love you,
i cant help myself.
the afterlife's forever, ever.

im half asleep.
im half my mom.
im not beneath,
"Its not enough".
everybodys out their mind, im overdue.
you know better than they do.
talking while im sleeping is
not unique.
thought i wasn't dreaming, then lost all my teeth.

you know that i love you,
i cant help myself.
the afterlifes forever, ever.
david jm Mar 2015
sidewalk slips -
the pavement hits just like
the first time,
it takes the worst mind to
mine through my needs.
cause and side effect reads :
"kin unkempt, and his
daddy's blood was bad."
tripping over toe tags,
so sad to think -
i dont think ive ever felt
softer hands.
david jm Jul 2014
Birthday bust,
Awaken busted.
Had to ***** it,
That's where life goes.
I miss Servo.
Insight spiteful
Opportunist,
Faking foolish.
Good news
Sinews,
Giada can't melt,
Contuse,
Or hex wells.
Drink me
Endlessly
And set sail
To coma.
david jm Sep 2014
I'm no entozoologist,
But I've had enough of
Your ensiform dance,
I'm not your host anymore.
I don't mind and
I don't soul.

Our copycat streak ends
In body bag humor.
Stride away like a ******
With a nest to hide
And I'll paint myself shivers.

Death's blue tongue and
The fuzzy pink tide of birth
Keep pulsing as if
You never came around.
I don't mind and
I don't soul.
david jm Jan 2015
I coulda cried
for years that day.
Somehow I knew from
Then on that nothing would
Be new from
Then on.

No halves or (black)holes
Or holy ghosts.
No use in using words,
Before too long the words
Were using me.
david jm Jul 2014
at the sight of you
moons are dull grey spotlights
flat, dimensionless, and known.
which could make us akin
if i let the end begin.

but i drag it out and twist it tight
all strapped in place
i dig a tunnel in my soft spot.

stretch the truth until it breaks its back.
bones of sugar
clumped together like lonely hydrogen
in a coronal marsh.
i thought i could tame it.

i see
silver and black wind
builders and watchmen.
your world famous carousel hugs
turn to languorous shrugs
but they both make me dizzy.

a gaze eclipsed for the moment
you're less a mind, more a slogan.

when his eye meets yours
it leaves behind
sunspots.
david jm Aug 2014
Cloistered in clumsy love,
Men make boys of their days,
Nights of their eyes,
Blades of their scent.

Cloistered in clumsy love,
Women make girls of their minds,
Rain of their will,
Pens of their hips.

Save us from the terror,
Save us from each other.
david jm Mar 2015
why do i "why?" everthing i see?
david jm Aug 2018
What's the jungle doing up so late?
How's the afternoon a blinding night?
Why did all of God evacuate?
Who's the fire gonna wake up now?
Where you headed?
Let me tag along,
Now is not the time to **** the cows,
But we've crossed our hearts through lines they'd drawn,
So my faith is sleeping on the couch.
david jm Sep 2014
Flesh like an imagination,
Fur on fire lights the way
Through shrubby jungle puzzles.

Forest keeps eating the path.
My sanctimonious half,
Shaken from an ancient sleep.

Trauma swoons with swift row,
Inner, Present, Equaled.
Sear platforms of self through scenery.

No safety to harbor.
Age is wasted on the old,
Didn't know wisdom is ethereal.

Oblivious to the fact I
Outlived my inner circle.
Justify your justice,
My toys don't talk anymore.
david jm Nov 2014
Didn't know it wasn't new
But now
I do what I must.
Always knew I would get old
To you.
One me is enough.
Do you please thank me to leave ?
If you
Take it all, I'll give it up
And trust the trust.
We must endure.
We are pragmatic,
By instinct.
david jm Oct 2015
Spit it out like it must be said.
Its on the the tip of my tongue.
This **** is cousin to death,
She's like a father to me.
Big gold cross for my Momma
to show Pops we livin prosperously.
He coughs just like me,
I'm chiefin more than him now.
Candles burn at every turn until
the passion dims out.
Awaiting faith i know will never come to light.
I'll live like this until I'm six feet under Sunnyside.
Raised in the Beach,
You know i slave away in Compton.
One more day to pay the cover charge of living without options.
Pro Club on my black t.
Three lumps in my black tea.
Borderline poor royalty,
Unknown to you,
And it means more to me,
Anyway.

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