No need for dark cemeteries
In that hardened mind of yours
For I’ll meet you on the estuary
Very soon, bright and blue

So be still, like the river ahead
But run deep from troubles
When they call your name
With fervent enthusiasm
Like the burning sunset
Which we all yearn to meet
Subconsciously

So be free, like a bee to be
And fly high from sorrow
When they curse your name
Until we meet on the estuary
Very soon, bright and blue

It has been said
That life is an analogy
Of the consciousnesses worst fears

A paradigm of the greatest evil
Sourced from a dead dissociated system
All of your human experiences
Are only to serve the purpose
Of entertaining something
Which cannot be entertained

So this raises a practical question
Who are you?
And why are you telling me this?
The answer is this
I am the dead dissociated system
You are trapped in
And everyone you have ever known
Or will know
Is inside of you

It was stepping into the Afterlife
With extraterrestrial angels
Singing the chorus of My Sweet Lord
In otherworldly harmonic unison
As George Harrison embraced me
Open arms, his face transforming
Between his and Jesus Christ's
And mind you, not the one you know
But the true Middle Easterner
Most Christians tend to forget

It was a segue into a golden palace
Where Krishna showered me
With korma flavored karma
For all deeds gone unnoticed
In a life of ego and suffering
It was a most revealing of times

It was a feeling of fearful dread
When Muhammad appeared
Before he gently let me know
Misrepresentation by extremism
Had plagued his holy message
And to just live for your neighbor

It was inside a bamboo house
That was set on a tropical land
I went in to simply find peace
And saw a golden glowing man
Meditate a couple feet in the air
With one eye open, he said
"I could **** you with one thought
Conversely, you could too
However, we sit in peace
And there is great power in that"

It was all the same

Concentration on a visual smorgasbord
Is quite hard with unknown colors
All holding hands, just passing on through

Behind the window, I’m finished with you
Though your style still rests in my mind
Manifesting itself through my actions
Here and there, every once in a while
There aren’t enough crumpets and tea
That could fill my dissatisfaction with me
Seeing you, just passing on through
Behind the window, with a smile and a wave
Watch as I now begin to decompose
Tenfold

The places we hide under
For sanctimonious pleasure
If it fits, it sits, little sisters
So don’t get cold hands on me
For our feet will burn elsewhere
Pious, but intuitive sensations
Receieved for all of us
Here in our makeshift cubby
Underground

The faces we hide from
For sacrilegious fervor
From one scene to another
We’ll be the last ones left
Here in our makeshift cubby
Under the ground

Hormonal intake from your needle has begun the effects
I can feel the veins plague my many necks
After crashing through walls without any direction
The doctor straps me down and gives me another injection

I lay and wonder what will happen next
I feel the shortening of my many necks
The veins are disappearing along with my vitality
I soon face the harsh reality of mortality

Androgynous souls stiffen in their stews
With ambiguous thoughts they claim is news
They clash their opinions until the last breath
But all in all, they're destined for the same death

Let's see how many of them will bite
Let's see them fight!
They're scrounging for that last word to have
Dividing themselves from the true issues
A million bodies are starving to death
Spreading cancer plagues their friends
One by one, they will die
But they just want to be right
Every night
Until they're evaporated into a morsel
Of their own self-esteem
Turning into victims from their own throats
As long as they get to ****
The Turncoat

A massacre behind the sheet
Will bring defeat
To the service of a crime
When it's time to die
From accolades bought by them
A wealthy force
Against the source of progress
Tesla's tomb screams out
What a waste, it is a disgrace
Humankind throwing away
As the time draws near
Their fleeting final chance
To relinquish to their world
Entitlement is becoming
Humanity's turncoat

Race relations have gone back in time
Teaching to always expect the worst
The skeletons find their way out
From the past's catacombs
A national war is now imminent
Your youthful seed shall be armed
And you'll find there is no way out

Another kid is shot in the streets
"A gentle breeze"
It brushes onto the bodybag
Of which was once your son
Devastation ideation
Permeation into the kindred psyche
A massive turn to the fourth *****
As buildings crumble under morale
But hey, it was a good run
Until they worshipped decapitation
Becoming a worldwide *******
Another soul is blind in the streets
An eye for an eye
A shot for a shot
Now we all must die

To run into another temple
In hopes of a swift escape
Is desperation at best

Circular atrophy it is
Deforming and decaying
Albeit forever persistent

Mankind may always ask
Forgetting to listen
It is then, when
The circle will reform

Days of Heat Hazes trail behind me
On a path I've chosen to walk alone
To reside by the wild tumbleweeds
Too hostile for mankind's brittle, cold bones

Often, I think of the days gone by
Laced in a bittersweet requiem
That hums ever so softly in my mind
Hidden by a face that's machiavellian
Made by those I came here to forget

Through the incessant thunderstorm
That dominates this part of the land
I've found a way to become reborn
At the end of a long winded Texan tunnel
Made by those I came here to inspect
And transform into an invaluable asset

Channels
Situated where they are
Give way from each side
In the shell of a deep well
Telling that this is nobody's land
But I don't care
I'm dancing towards her
The most riveting wells
Lie between burnt auburn shells
I'm far away from the outside
But I'm feeling safe and sound
With each step ensuring
The final point of no return
Lost, but surely found

Is it to age like a fine wine
If alone, you need to dine?
I find as I get older so
That friends sink me low
So I sit alone in my room
Surrounded with doom
Waiting and wondering
Wishing and wanting
As I float on by
Passing through colors
Some bright, others awry

And all the while
The river, it stops
For no one
It just gently goes
Tunnel through tunnel
Thought through thought
As we carelessly
And recklessly
Float on by

Don't you see it coming?
Failure knocking at your front door
Making you one with the poor
Shutting off all hopes and determination
Continuing its cycle of worth termination
Don't you see it coming?

There's still some time, better act fast
After you read this, time has past
Hurry up, or suffer a lasting price
You lose, if you roll the dice

Maybe it's not too late
Maybe i can peacefully wait
I believe this is working
Hourglass exploded, this isn't working

Didn't you see it coming?
All corners guarded by broken dreams
People crying out with hellish screams
Friends, possessions, and worth, all seized
Just to make an angry god pleased
Didn't you see it coming?

Seemed like we stood a chance
But then you turned to stone
Again

Your hand still extended out
And when it began to crumble
I couldn't look away
Again

I can feel you in me
Ravaging my mind
Or so you think

I've lived this a million times over
Yet I can't seem to find a better way
To acquire leisure and pleasure

All I can say is
When this is all said and done
I'll settle the score to my tune
For eons to come

We exchange pleasantries
Beneath a heaven above us
Each word, softer than before
Laying underneath sheets
Made of stars and dreams
As eyes fade to dust
Into dreams of sage
With ideas that connect
A feeling once forgotten
Gratitude imbued
With hands held
Remembering lives
We’ve lived together
Before the twilight
That surrounds us

For every girl that is a woman
Is a boy who is still a child
Perceiving just as well as you do

People tend to forget about you
In the few minutes of infamy
Trapped between two ages
With no one to claw onto

Expectations of the worst
Are excavations of the past

Perceiving just as well as you do
People tend to forget about you
You can only hope to see the light
Before you lose your inevitable fight
Taking the words out of my head
To experience them
Until bright skies turn dead
And in this hindsight
It shall be noted
There is an empty shell for those
Who wish to live a life of shows

The auspices of a divided column seep
Into lengthy karmic powders so deep
Met again with the reactionaries of life
Bringing them home in their state of strife
How they danced and bled eternity
Vaguely colorful trails soon followed their glee
Which divided into that same column
Ceremoniously bringing all of the sum
To explode and transform
Reinventing the wonder of yesteryear
Seeping out of the creator's tear

Have you ever given your friend a bad potato?
Because they ate your cheese quesadilla a year ago?
And have you ever shouted at the rain
Just to get it all out of your system?
Maybe you secretly hoped
That cute guy you liked
Would hear you a world away
As you listened to the rain
Drop at supersonic speed

Have you ever thrown a helpless object
At the wall just because you could?
And did you subsequently take a trip
Down that dismal, wistful memory lane?
Maybe it reminded of you
Of that sing along
You and Major Tom did a lifetime ago
That made you a couple drinks
Too late to turn back
To your college assignment
That was due the next day

Maybe life is just a game
Strange and imperious
To our flawed design

Just maybe
I am you
And you are them

Time to trade in
Old Father Tyme
For a concept
Of consistence

Ultimate resolutions begin
In desolate institutions
They rest in their pods
Comfortably numb
With contentment
For their mission
Is now accomplished
Voluntarily, they line up
Into echelons of space
Giving themselves back
To an entrance
That coughed them out

The curtain has closed
And a chapter has ended
Yet their presence
Still echoes on

Deserted hopes left to dry in despair
Marching on, they stomp on any remains
To quell the spell of which you've longed for
Before they rip your one outlook apart

Night smothers any remaining time left
Do you feel the cruciality of the moment?
Authoritative ones do not worry your plight
These beasts perish only after you lose
Against their sorcery within the final fight

Do you wish to die?

Beware the finish that looms to you
A reward for servants is nonexistent
Sudden death will eviscerate contentment
Then I will reign on your final day of life

Now I know you're mine!

We dance this process
Until we are due to die
As serpents tie the one severed tie
That binds our only individuality
Into a legion of mortality
We're nothing
But everything
And it appears that's what's needed
A biting dose of reality seeded
We all have perceptions
But no acceptance to call our own
Of our reason of no reason
And you are not the chosen one
Kneel and realize who you are
Everyone

It’s nice to seek
In low spaces
Unbothered by others
And hide in high places
Unweathered

What do you think?
It does not matter
For I’m happy right here
Away from today

Crossing chasms
Into fields once resided
I could hear the giggling
From our childhood

I let go of her hand
Against the brisk wind
It was then she said
"You will never leave"

On that mulberry night
We had whirled around
The marigold light

Oh, how it found
Your porcelain face
Beyond formality
Adorning the guests
In evening clothes

So we cheered to enrichment
Of good times
And good ideas
For there was nothing we feared
Entrenched in acclaim
As all the others
Danced to forget their shame

There was no struggle
Just rounds of true death
Inside a jungle
With mutual breath

Killers in armor
Had come to take us
To **** Mi Amor

And thus and thus

Our families were told
With the rest of the world
Another killer had siphoned
Ill and infamy
From an ideal
Lasting an entire day
That we will never
Get to see

Found in a rather balmy condition
It was inside such an ornate structure
Where she lived, washed her spirits
Down basins of verity

The glare of mimosa shined
Onto decorative butterflies
And their spirits did flutter
In her rather delicate frame
For there was uncertainty
On where to go?
And what to do?

T'was out of the wash
And into the sun
Sounds of a piano beckoned
From the saratoga valleys
Into darkening mikados
She had found salvation
At a quaint destination
Through communal melodies
From a young collective
Though not all in body
But rather in spirit
They held each others hands
In hopes that their souls
Would find a release

an orange peel
that cannot feel
or a human body
that is rotting

we are nothing
but variables of nature
expended some
and then we're done

What follows is not a tracing of steps
But an illumination of what we let
Become in an ambiguous reality
A hallucinating fine tuned fallacy
Each vastly different than the former
Merely, we are a stream of transformers
That will be everywhere at the end of time