I spit words of lava, pouring passionately down my neck and to my toes; sealing me to this place where I stand, stuck in this place where I stand and my words are too firey for people to hear yet too gripping for them to look away.
and from a distance they peer not knowing how my words will quickly engulf and obliterate them, tearing up the roots of their society, the homes of families of lovers of friends demolished by my words;
my words so vehement they chase these people out of town and although I cannot budge from this place where I stand, stuck, I will ensue terror upon those who cross my path and I will burn those who rest too close to I.

it’s climbing a mountain in a blizzard unclothed,
with frostbitten fingers and toes and nose.
I've scaled this wall of ice for so long; the top of the summit always seems so close.
it’s my hypothermic body frozen two feet from your face,
and I still can’t reach you.

the colours looking out of the car and into the street up ahead so far,
and at the trees and the leaves and into the sky, they weren’t colours but they were more.
the oranges and greens and blues of our earth weren’t from our earth, but some beautiful place of ambiguity;
because the air wasn’t air that I breathed in but air that breathed me in.
and he moved along so flawlessly,
and when he spoke he spoke from deep within me.
then I awoke
to the darkness.

I often wish I were a fish to feel the water cleanse my gills
I’d play all day with mantarays and never have to **** (for fun)

I’d save a whale who lost his tale I’d help him swim along
and if he died I’d eat his eyes and then swim to Hong Kong (for fun)

if I were a fish I’d be served as a dish and probably wouldn’t know why
though my life would be nice and that would suffice
I'd probably have to cry (for fun)

we spend our whole lives
with one goal in mind
in pursuit of something far too hard to find
every minute we give to intangible ideals
we grasp for air
               as we fall
                           behind

a police man
a priest
a dancer on a pole
we’re all just the same
we’re all searching for souls
for our own – or another
for one of a kind
to be different
and the same
but we’re too **** blind

to see what’s infront of us or even look around
to see what’s going down
around
and if we don’t take a minute to look around
                 …we’re all going down
we’re all going
       d
           o
              w
                  n

you scream,
WE’RE IMPRISONED
to a society numbed
eyes still forward
in a line
ten-hut!
sit, stand, come

while the evening news informs us
the media involves us
the remote control controls us
and the grocery store consoles us
I have to think,
            well, I must ask…
                               what do we work for
                                anymore?

ahead of her she sees the glittering road
divide, as the tongue of a serpent
and the damp, warm aroma
so enticing in its seduction
lures her in from the cold of adolecense

the Devil’s eyes are staring through her
at her undressed body
at her naked bones
longing for a taste of innocence
as He has become accustomed to
and as He is entitled to
as long as we let Him

the path is no longer paved
with bricks, nor cemented
no longer the familiar
but instead
she descends into a world of the unknown
a fragile mind retreats
and armor, constructed from her fear

if only we could see the eyes
of what is contained behind these doors
from the darkness
the scent of fear
seeps through the cracks and keyholes

if only we could feel the isolation
locked up behind these doors
no man can comprehend the fear
that is screaming to us for liberation

instead, we clutch onto ignorance
with our fists clenched
and with our eyes closed
we unknowingly fight the battle
for whichever side is winning

the innocent condemned
by the monsters with their power
if only we could see the misery
we are consuming
if only we could see the horror
we are allowing