Meaningless is the introspection
of a solitary lover
with a succubus to impress
just to fail like all the rest.
Greedy are the handouts
of a body borne charity
satiation of the poor
without knowledge of her lore.
Osmosis to attention
she commands the lustful gaze
radiating an appetite unrivaled
a raging libido with no title.

A figure in the distance
lives on a monetary hill
by siphoning off pensions.
An absence of motive
for this hellish apparition.
Grandiose a la mode,
Slaves to inattention.
   Pace yourself
   Take your drugs
   Sign for help
   Relinquish us
Pampering lifestyles
of dying and self-destructing ones
spiraling into the light
disintegrating amongst the dance of suns.
Because eyes are always watching
taking notes on what you've become.

With those
she'll give new meaning
to "heads will roll."

The melancholy of the wasteland
satiated: pinned down by bliss.
Hanging lamps with unnerving smiles
flickering with murderous intent.
Gas lines are primed and poised
for one hell of a barbeque.
Altruism amounts to nothing
when vultures are involved, adorned in gold.
All seeing death machines
do figure eights across the sky
Spewing heat from the mouth
moves the shadows amongst the darkness.
A rogue wave capsizes sycophants
the weak are run aground
mad, grinning like a facsimile
amongst the remains of a heart
that's imploded.  
Even bloated whales consume for greed
picking dignity from their teeth.
Deny them the glory of being written
if you can pry your eyes
from the T.V. screen.

Digital in the darkness
I can only think of you
Despite the power I harness
Its something I can't compute.
Your eyes are glowing
when they come into view
making the bits start flowing
into my CPU.
You changed my process
by being so bold;
emotional excess
changed my programming code.
So I guess this is what its like
to love someone,
But I cannot go into the light
It cant be done.
I wish I could lose myself in you
the way you seem to
But the logic sets in
before we're through.
What I'd give
for just one touch
yet I'm not real
and it hurts so much.

Hollow, naked, brave and empty
endeavor to fill your soul
with ingredients to sate
of promises to fulfill.
Monoliths to the sinner
bearing teeth with xenophobic glee.
Hunters track through the thunder
as lightning reanimates the dead
Hungry lobbying vultures
"bring back the good long gone"
while removing your heart
and preserving it as art.

A flower blossoms in the desert
on a cactus where there's no one to see it.
The beauty mark upon the oasis.
Candlelight in the darkness, lit
outstretched hands hold reminders
puzzle pieces with no remainders;
a ghost alone without pension.
Obelisks withstand the seasons
of a troubled, turbulent heart
resistant to the call of reason
as gravitation pulls us apart.
The talisman will guard the flower
from its persistent self-destruction.
Even though it has no power,
Its psychosomatic, deep within.

Some budding minds of larvae
become slaves to indoctrination
holding ransom to their morals
with mundane anticipation.
Ants and Bees take to the streets
dragging dignity through the trip
while sharks above hound them
discipline at the crack of a whip.
The struggle of paying to work
catches the children by surprise
though the nature of nepotism
gives others meteoric rise.
Ragged, they stay warm
through the fires of finance killing
so that the glutenous worms
can feed off the standard of living.
And those who live in glass mansions
have their view clouded by rain
as they look down at the masses
with contempt and disdain.

A hand springs forth
from the dredges of the pit.
A hand failing to knowledge its worth
with a will to deny it.
The blinding light of things to come
bright in its possibility
Chemical baths render sludge undone
clearing the way for eyes to see.
The weight of the land has tipped the scales
orbiting in its gravity
Quickening the mind that hails
and objects the dark's depravity.
Realize the void is important
yet small in its relevance
A calmness to lay dormant
for freedom is the recompense.  
The stranglehold on the soul
will be released only when
you forgive yourself
for not being able to fill the hole.

Rising stones
caught me adrift
amongst the flow
of the wild, wild river.
Like opening my eyes
for the first time
I slowly lower the barriers
to the outside.
Long have I been confined
A hermit in self imposed exile
Surrounded by the waltz of delusions
desperately trying to fill the void
A black hole to real emotion,
using connection as tender.
Reassuming my identity
making use of this clarity
I'll no longer suffer
the fear of release.
Once again free
embracing the unknown.

Sunrise
Rays break through
dewdrops cease to fall over fields

Morning
Breakfast with fiends
barricaded in a fortress

High noon
Creatures spill out
blocking out abstract skies

Twilight
Fight for your life
Don't let the clothes weigh you down

Nightfall
Bleed out while you can
There's nowhere to hide in the darkness

Hang in there,
My little bacon back baby
sweating from head to toe.
Those little piggies
are squirming in their straps
spilling their veins across the tarp.
Become the smoke
let you being take it in.
Swinging back and forth, intently
in a room lit so dim
willing yourself awake
briefly, paralyzed by the grin.
"We're having steak tonight boys
along with hawks and ribs.
The main course
tonight
is a helping of long pig."

Deserted recesses of the mind
Weary of the world in kind
A vehicle for morbid things
Yearning for the light it brings
Naked before the will of man
Evading fate and all her plans

While you sleep
I see you smile
I hope you're dreaming of me.

On fitful nights
I'll stroke your cheek
to soothe your breathing.

Oh, you might
wake up in a fright
wide eyed with spite

That's why I
have bound you limbs
so that you cant fight.

Don't you worry about my wife.
You'll meet her soon
at the tip of this knife.

The air thickens
with the perfume of horror
clinging to life.

Finally my sweet
we'll be together
Like I always dreamed.

Use a little compassion
Show some humanity
Basted in boredom
In touch with insanity
How many flies will have to die
before her thirst is sated?
How many eyes will have to pry
to show what you've wasted?
Worming through the night
scheming, hell bent
forestalling my demise
with evil intent.
She'll tend the garden
Like a perfect person
But her heart is hardened
as she mixes the poison.
Beware the water
Beware the daughters
Beware the good Samaritan.

I hope it aches
because i am no longer
there.

I wish
             a girl would save me
                                                    from my complacency

By flipping the switch,
will the world remain
no longer?

A failure to measure in self efficacy
the lion drags its mane
to sweep the floor so hopelessly
in an effort to hide its shame.
The quagmire consumes the wicked
but devours the righteous all the same
down in a hollow, sick, twisted
giving in to the weight of pain.
The gravity of this grief
plants us firmly in the grip of apathy
pray the despair be brief
delirious, at the hands of atrophy.
At the bottom of the well
is a gate unto immutable madness
endure this path through hell
and emerge from the infinite sadness.

Alone in what was won
Resist the call of a stepfather to son:
to my kingdom, come.

It burdens my heart
that you must contrast your smile
with the lux of stars

You may find yourself
walking where the road ends
resisting the pull at your navel
as it guides you forwards.
Ahead is an abyss, an absence,
a grave to those whom have shed ambitions
bound to the earth
like a coil of desolation
drawing in those who've embraced
the human condition.
Approaching the precipice
you may consider the choices
or curse the conspiring fates
that brought you here.
Merely the thought
that this could be the end is enough
producing regrets, protests, and promises
if and what if then:
"I can change"
"I can quit"
"I can love"
But amidst  the groveling
you've failed to notice
that only one foot is still bound to the earth
thrusting you into darkness.

The way you clench your fists
I know you've chosen fight over flight
showing enmity to the world
for what you how its wronged you.
How you've fallen so low
into the tiger's maw
A bet to lose it all
lashing out at the will
that binds in blood.
Though its hard to relate
when fear fuels itself unto hate
spending your time burning in space
roaming through the night
setting the flames
destroying the web of lies
belonging to...whom?
Be there, frustrated
puzzled at how defective you've become
a future obscured by tar
buried needlessly in needles.
The hunger is not unique
like a black cat struts
evil, prowling through empty streets.

Addicted to this life
and all of its decadence
There's a table in the back
for otherworldly spies
where they drown you in powder
leave you choking on agents
that will destroy your mind
so they can apply thumbprints to retinas
leaving you in dispose
denying every lie you've ever told.
The truth will find an outlet in your demise
What you thought was real
What you thought you could feel
A confusion of senses
distilled through holy water
Blinded by strobe lights
and immobilized by birth rights
You may leave when you want,
but, then again,
would you really want to?

Living a life of last resorts
Taking the roads where signs mislead
Where there is darkness in these streets
We've found a light in you.
Over the weathered bridges
to barren landscapes
Where allies are paranoid and betray
in the territories of the kitchen.
Morals are more black than white,
but no one realizes how pink
we all are on the inside.
And I wonder how did someone so pure
end up so blue?
Its the nature of the environment.
A parable of cruel intent.

Its hard care for you
when you belong to another.
How many times can i point out
the inconsistencies in the lies that
bind you here and recall
like a boomerang?
How long will you color the wound
that he paints you with frequently?
How many bottles can you dominate
until your pain gets drowned away?
That little machine in your chest
can only takes so much stress
until it malfunctions.
Here I wait up all night for you
for the nightmares to be through.
So guarded for countless hours,
but no one can see your tears in the showers.
Anger spills over at everyone
as you try to keep me at arms length
every time we embrace
at the baggage claim.
Be it as it may
I'm not sure if I still love you,
but ****** I'm trying.

Here I am,
slouched in my arm chair
puffing a cigar
as the flames dance
in the fireplace.
Therein you appear
slowly crawling your way
over to me.
Your hand gently
places itself upon my knee,
the other gripping my shirt,
pulling yourself closer to my face,
bringing those firm commanding eyes,
in sync .
With a quivering breath,
we kiss, yet, only briefly
before I pick you up
and toss you back into the embers
where I am soon to follow.

Up here, I'm soaring so far above the city,
but it's too hard to come down if the Devil's here,
sitting,
unbuttoning her dress,
speaking so coyly.
I'm under duress,
how could I be this weak in the knees?
She don't speak sweet nothings,
they're quite distinguished, really.
Could you backstroke your way
out to sea?  
Because I'm not sure how much longer
I can wade in the water up here.
Jesus, I'm afraid of heights,
and her charm, I am not immune.
**** sure she's got me.

The Big Bad Wolf
would hang his head in shame
if he knew what I could do to you.
Elevators creak at the weight
of decisions you'd have to make.
Maybe I lit a fire
just so you'd put it out.
I hope you don't waste water
on these insignificant bridges.
The fact you hate me,
is enough to know you care.
To know every inch of you body
I learned with every caress
The smell of your breath,
the tenderness of you *******.
And i ate you whole, every time.
Animals we are, two of a kind.
You know, you're a liar too,
you're not as frail as you seem.
Even when I hurt you, I couldn't **** a dream,
so i dreamt it for you, wholesale.
I know where you keep the garlic.
Words like silver bullets.
But not enough words for an arms race.
Its written all over your face.
No I didn't take your dignity,
you gave it to me willingly.
So here i am alone in the cold,
throwing bricks at your window.
Come outside where you can get a hit.
So i stole your heart,
what will you do about it?

******* I'm plowing through
these problems, one after another.
A hotel to patrons in distress
with a will that threatens to smother.
I couldn't keep track of my girl,
or maybe i would't bother,
says her rational for leaving
for another.
You'd never hear screaming,
like how my wallet howls in pain.
Like throwing ice into lava
Bills leave me so drained.
Praying to someone that i don't get sick
because I know they'll take all of it.
Too smart to know I'll never strike it rich,
don't pay idiot taxes
before I do,
I'll burn down my home with matches.
Keep breathing, hold out for today
Eat something, Beg someone
to save me from living this way.
So I hang on to the rope I was going to swing from
because I cant afford to let go
of what i have left, somehow
deep, deep down there's hope.
What must I become to escape?
Working that bottom bracket
left my whole existence agape
to the will to ****.
Until i bide my time, upending this deflation,
defying the volition of the universe to be,
I'll board the train to Desperation Station,
where the population is just Me.

Its hard not to feel ethereal
when your suspended, weightless
flying through your windshield.
Saw the fear inside your eyes
As we passed through the air
stagnant in mid-flight.
The Earth doesn't know how to say goodbye
but she can answer with a hearty hello
when two ton beasts collide.
My illusions of grandeur picture us together
bundled up by the beach
enjoying the perfect weather.
That I might compare you to the beauty of the skies,
feed off your excitement
as I slide my hand between your thighs.
There's more than envy of the dance
between the senses sight and touch
before the remainders could get a chance.
But at this moment, I'm sure it's my fault
that we aren't getting closer together
than we are as intimate with asphalt.
It sure does take a while
to resynchronize with gravity,
eventually.
I really don't mind
if it lasts for infinity.
But I really don't know,
if you'll get to remember me.
Our chances of getting together
and having our connection thrive
is about less than or equal to
getting out of this alive.

With your will, refuse to speak
I'll make use of twisted alchemy
Drawing chaos under the sun
Now my love, you are my gun.
I'm always saving you
from the interests being twirled
into an wicked engraving.
There is no desire for rules or fame
Emotions are only for taming.
Chimeras never dream,
but its not as bad as it seems.
How could I do those things?
We are different beings.
I'm a Leviathan, but i cant do everything
I don't have a remote control for your wings.
And baby please, don't get hopeless
You'll make all that hard work and money useless.

Bullets crisscross the battlefield
Will you be standing still?
Can you make sure the doors are sealed,
or will you get your thrill?
These dancers are missing one foot,
will you hold them up?
We're managing to ignore the soot
while you fill your cup.

When the blood mix and mingles
can you classify your sin?
Will you defy the wail of shrapnel
to expose the heat within?
These guns have no ammunition.
Are you willing to reload?
We beg you to fail your mission
with the intel we withhold.

With my two hands,
this is where it ends.
You may have the courage boy,
but watch the words you choke.
Actions may bring you joy,
but your not in on the joke.

Are you tall enough to be on this ride?
Things are irrelevant, the truth divides.
The devils are calling you inside.
Monsters fear the time that bides...

We are experiencing mental difficulties
There may be side effects

White on rice, **** me twice
Closer pup, Please shut up
Drill pancakes, Burn at stakes
Minute hands, Purple sands
Rubber glue, They hate you
Evil zoo, Play the fool
Eighteen pence, Heightened sense
Smoke the greens, Will I dream?
Kaleidoscopes will burn out your eyes.

Would you dare to believe
hearts weren't so naive?
The sun gets too bright
to bathe in its light.
Remark on these days
gone by in this way.
This was our art
letting nothing tear us apart.

Would you dare to care?
"I don't know what love is,
I've never been there."

Honest means nothing.
Trust that everyone
will manipulate my feelings
Therefore I am undone.
How did you spend your time?
Four hands, two weren't mine.
Please cherubs, now I'm heartless,
but away Death, I'm not blind.

The love you give
is less than the take.
The life you live
is more than fake.
Your doubt swells around you.
Can't you see you're still the fool?
You're sick with panic attacks
about what the say behind your back.
They refuse to show you whats real.
I can tell how you feel.
Come with me and I'll make you a deal.
Just between us.

They're using you
Cant you see it?
They'll leave you too,
in the Lonely Pit.

Stress, it doesn't sound new.
what kills the heart kills us too!
You can become more than just be,
all you have to do is trust me.

When I arrive would you take care of me?
We empty emotions on the count of three.
Visions of black and white, do you bleed?

The hotness of this earth,
holes in the body, do you still hurt?
A mutual destruction on my part;
rewind time for the birth

You were sent to watch over me,
an empty shell of a man with destiny.
When we get there what will we see?
"Villains of circumstance we will be,
Can you handle it?"

Little monster, are you learning?
The art of squirming.

Guardians of light and sound,
save me now or we're all going down.
Sinners, not winners, are in the round
Place me in your arms and protect me now.
Hold me like no one is around.

You might/should/would think I'm full throttle
just because I go to dives in my underwear,
reach across the counter and drink right from the bottle.
From time to time
I might talk to myself.
We have some really heated arguments;
I hate that guy. Such a bore.
He'd say, "Don't go and rob that store
At least go around back, use a gun
don't just paint a banana black."
We might be on the no fly list,
just because once I got ******
and ****** out the airlock.
One day I might get my mind right,
kick these habits,
go find out what happened
to my non-existent kid and wife.
Until then
Lucid is a luxury that I intend to disarm
sell to my dealer to get more
sugar for my arm.
Sometimes I just like listening to the voices in my head
and all their whacked out ravings
as I tie myself to the bed.
Crazy people are the ones
who are the same thing everyday.
The same as you, full of pride,
until I had an epiphany
while my brain did the electric slide.
I have the ability to destroy lives
by showing how much of a waste
yours belies.
And if the world thinks I'm touched,
I'll stroke their back
put everyone to sleep,
so I can undo reality.

I am frightened of
the endless possibilities
that brought you here to me.
So many decisions that
if they happened differently
I couldn't look you in the eyes
while you stare back so intently.
The goddess of numbers had graced us
with the smallest chance encounter
that brought us together.
And I analyze the luck
of the excessive number of variants
where the love is more than mutual,
while the others prove our connection futile.
Everyday I relish in the serendipity
at every continuity
where we continue to be.

Now I'm lost.
Host to the language that plagues the brain.
The pretentious words that print the page.
All are symbols understood in vain.
Watched as they dance for you,
in your peripherals just outside of view.
Fingertips poised in the witchcraft
of culling those to your gift of gab.
Oh how I try so hard to let them in
unable to realize where to begin.
I want to melt away to the sway hieroglyphs,
but burn to the beat of monoliths.
This ephemeral sense of longing
betrays a persistent ethos of belonging.
Buying a stunted sense of forever at cost
had no worth because I'm lost.

There, somewhere, is a place so familiar, that you've forgotten
and you didn't even know.
In this place is a building, decrepit, with walls well worn,
built with the least experienced of hands.
These hands, now gone, showed a tenderness in their craftsmanship,
a love now forlorn as the walls
Walls held up with the determination of creeping moss
that spreads through the corners of the halls.
Halls so sprawling as to confuse those who dare to come in
and seek the treasures within
These treasures hidden, repressed and no longer precious,
a sentinel to those left behind.
And these treasures you found within these halls
bound by these godforsaken walls
built by those who know, knew, and would never have
Reside in a building beyond all paths
That calls to you and all that you believe
To compel you in, so you'll never leave.

You
you are a contradiction of all things
an immense tropical storm majestically consuming all islands in your path
yet with all your strength, you sputter upon the main land
A destructive flame, preaching your ways to the forest
leaving behind naught but fertilization.
A maneuver that may breath life into you, saving your soul
and destroy your body
The object that defies gravity, spurning numbers and probability
in the most graceful fashion
Everything that was once oblivion, is now a beholder of all things
You are a contradiction, a collection of nothings and theories
A physic with the will to be or not
science to believe or a magic to perceive
Take pride in its discomfort,
it is the minds final reprieve.

Aye, yes, we've been here before.  
I see you remember me.
How long are you going to be here, existing on the precipice of
planing insurrections to gain the keys
to your resurrection?
A helpless and hopeless
festering yet motionless
Wretched shell that once graced an entire hall,
now sitting alone at this hole in the wall.
I'm here for you friend,
A fraction to whom you cant pretend.
we'll polish that fifth till a quarter to four
and lay our lives out on this cobblestone floor.
We are as cracks, grooved and carved by the storm,
that she wrought true to form.
Whats that?
Was there more of me than of you that drove her away?
They posit that I guided her here with guile and wit
unaware, ensnared, you are adrift with it.
Candied smiles, a laugh, a nibble, a flight.
Stifled dread, her whimpers, the scars, the fights.
The fitful sleep of lonely nights.
And it is as it was and only because
it reached the end of this frostbitten extremity.
Or did you want the affliction to last for eternity?
What a waste of endorphins better spent two timing with dopamine
to drown out what there was to prevent the abyss that will be.
Of course you wont listen to me.
The discourse of your double dealings
The despair that left you reeling.
The swinging rope adorning the gallows.
Gesticulation among the shadows.
A furnace to burn your feelings and cauterize
the wounds you inflicted upon your eyes.
I'm no more sinister than you are selfless,
a desire at various states of undress.
We are gland in gland through the steps of this misadventure
to a tune that bears no to time signature.
I'll envelop you in my various appendages
to drive home the clincher:
Though you may push me away for a while,
you will know who I really am in the dark,
by my smile.