The few and far of our not so
        Halcyon days have been lost
                Scattered to the winds
            Swallowed by the earth
Become statues of the streets
                  
             Yet here she stands
                 Strong and tall
  In the meadows of things to come
    She’s climbed mountains upon  
mountains of treacherous learning              
     Swam unblinkingly the never
                Ending rivers of time
           Floated on countless
       clouds of impossibility

    She’s got the moon in her eyes
      A glow that wax’s and wanes
        But can not be snuffed out
           Built to withstand time
             She is the tree that
           refuses to be cut down
        Commanding every space
                      she enters
     Tornado trapped in human flesh
      Voice an avalanche of dreams
                  Broken yet alive
     She’s a weaver making baskets
               from past struggles
      To hold the fruits of the future
          
                    She’s making it
                 She’s making it
               She’s made it
                                    On the way

                  Through the battle
                       Victorious on the
                                  other side
The forward path holds so much
                                                
Promise

Car exhaust clings to the black asphalt in the rain dead of night
Street lamps and red light
Soft glow and crisp air
Building up to be left behind
Curling on it's self
Hauntingly wrapping around my ankles with no grip.

The streets are paved with ***** sticky sweet on bare feet
I made Lemy laugh over a light, under the over cast sky
Broken bones stab through coble stone scales towers old as time
Where's the crime?
Ha, cops don't have guns if you can out run them your in the clear

I’ll drag those cases, it pays yah.

Sew your ideals behind your ear and stitch your wishes above your heart
Beware you'll never get what you want
The flames will blow out before the candles even lit
Hold on my friend your speeding towards a deadend
Light always casts shadows but shadows never see the light
Choking on pride because it's to hard to swallow gets you nowhere fast
Open your lungs
Cool your flustered cheeks
If you rant till your lips are numb the things worth hearing flutter out mute
Swallow your swollen pride
For it has not a use but to bruise the inflated ego

Walking handstands on raw palms while longing for a spotlight that has been burned out for years

Dusk glow illuminates the skeletons in the belly of this hydraulic whale of a robot.
There has been a rhythmic squeak
drilling into my brain non stop these past five hours. Oh mercy me I would **** for some oil.

Yawning mouth of the city beckons
Glittering jagged teeth tearing into
Passing souls
Walking on slick black tounges
Sand beaten breath fogs windowed eyes
The beast we come to love
Even as we live incased in it's cavities
The plaque in the grime of eroding gums

When did you last brush your teeth
Your buildings, starting to turn gray
Your tongue a tad flavorless
Do you grow old, fat, and tired?
Or is that just us?

Changes float on the breeze so subtle
You'd never see them unless you left
People slowly turning to dust
Blowing away
But everything still stands
As if nothing ever happened
We live our lives in nooks and crannies
Ghosts pressed between the glass
Tiptoeing enamel streets

Plush gold chairs and minty fresh
Oh peppermint fresh
Rain trickled saliva slips over your
swinging silk face
Breath, taunting tints of lavender
Your back is straight
Stressed crowsfeet pupils shine
Wake up tomorrow to find today
Your eyes are brown but green
Your mouth is wide but tight
Your grin not as cheap as the others

Everyone starts to bleed together
All traits the same
So very different
You weren't drinking mint
Nor lavender
Freeze frame in memory
Pick and choose what we see today
Who to be yesterday
Next week pickle plum I'll jump through a fire just to feel me, feel you

We're running from something
Day to day
Feels like time, might be ourselves
Your shoulders are curved, the slightest of slouches
Your eyes are oh so green and teeth so straight
Thin lips and a long face
Once opon a time I almost knew you
But not today not ever
Self chained straining towards freedom
But happiness wrinkles you cheeks
Self imprisonment won't bruise the will
Don't listen to me, your far more free than I'll ever be
Whistle to the stars
Shrug your shoulder at life's questions
Look it in the eyes with your peridot irises, tell it you've got this
I wish I know what you were drinking
Rainwater and honey

Your eyes are weary brown
Rosy cheeks blush on bronze
Hair shifts to straw spun gold
You haven't aged but I feel so old
Going places while I stand still
Doesn't feel the reverse though that's the truth, if only in theory
You paint life, I paint paper
I maybe younger but I'm wilting faster.
Is it wrong that I wanted to kiss you
For a millisecond and no more
Atune to a time warp lost in free space

Green eyes Brown
Rigged lines graceful limbs
I'm a overcooked noodle
With a halfcooked plot
And everyone seem so put together
I'll poor the pesto on myself and call
me done.

As you give me the push I find the fall not that tragic
For death does not come from a rubber noose two feet longer then the gallows

We built our homes on stilts to the clouds but found ourselves chipping away at the foundation of our dreams.
Till the flooding river of anxiety at our feet swept us far from ourselves
Breathing in the water of hostile thoughts and scared insufficiently. 
Rectify ourselves still living upon the tower of silence just for the exhibitionist thrill.


The black knight and the hangsman
Dancing the century old waltz
Is the noose tied around your neck or mine?

Where do you see yourself in five years?
Wollowing in my self depravity while stumbling through my preconceived notions of adulthood.

Although an astronaut eating bagels somewhere near Jupiter sounds pretty wicked.

P.S They'd be New York bagels the only real bagels. Or the jalapeno cheese ones from "insert chain store here" because the west coast rots your taste buds clean off.

P.P.S It's in the water or so I'm told, NYC bagels that is.

Post Post Post Script this is why I get nowhere in life.

Hardwood floor pushes pressure points into the meat hanging off the bones of ribs and hips
Lifelessly staring over head, the false elagant propeller twirls
Attempting to make this over priced shoebox seem exqusite
Tassles on a silicone breast, spinning as the cockroaches crawl up my back
Gag on this sick joke, you gladly will
Is this the pipe dream, perfumed reality masking societies sweat
All that the populous aims for?
A self depreciating laugh

I

Raw eardrums are about to burst
Tearing into nothing, twisted words set off burning fireworks
Death rage fights, moronic blame, victims in our own heads only we're right
Neither could we ever be wrong, just wronged we make ourselves the prey
Fire in the vains over wet brained illusions, stories made up on the spot
Enshrining the chip on that shoulder

I Hate

City teeth a chalk smile, missing a canine seems all more harmlessly passive, the defanged vampire
The beast lays in wait licking it's chops thirsty for all it can take
Bare your thoat be the willing meal
Let it **** you dry, why not?

I Hate This

Fret and flutter running loose on a lost dime
Calm, cool, collected, yeah right
Lies, storming rage under too thin skin till it bursts at the seams
Lava pouring till everything's gone
"Life's what you make it"
Spoon fed hogwash to make us feel it's our fault where we end up
Dreams held in front of our faces
Treats on a stick, can't reach it but it keeps you going
Till legs break, lungs cave, and your will is snuffed gone to the gutter.


I hate this ****

I think bugs are creeping around in my pores, in the stitching of my clothing, each individual focal of hair, running rampage in the creases of my frontal lobe.


**** I Hate This ****

You're beautiful

Her heart leaked though sweat soaked pores hardening into
black fragmented biotite to hold her in the prison of her own piousness

Feldspar crystal kneecaps vine intertwining into the lost rock city
Rita was your lascivious sin worth stitching your soul with
Zizyphus Spina Christi to the barren waste lands of your repentance

He kissed you while standing in death's door with sickened veins
You grasped hold and pulled him back from the shadows of the valley
He loved you by the alter of your Father as you bled your tongue in silence

You vowed to lay with no other man than Him almighty
But your vow broke like straw in the sweet summer heat
Now your head remains bowed waiting for your soft breeze of forgiveness

As the ground shifts, as the wind blows
Your body shudders, slipping fragments of your nose, ears, arms, feet, *******, eyes, and fingers slide from you
As your lips crumble to rest upon your thigh
You cry out, vibrations leading to your demise.

Screaming for the ones who have forsaken, weeping for Him who has smited you by turning your soul to stone.

Though it all with in your eternal poignancy, and never ending rage

You're still magnificent.
I don't believe that shall come to pass.

Chickens with our heads cut off we are our parents children.
Lost boys and girls don't understand murmurs from those before them
Nonexistent words of warning


Always falling into the potholes their predecessors heels dug out.
Stumbling over obstacles haphazardly left behind.
There's a light, but how can we see it if we were born blind

Painted pictures line the walls of our minds, corroded and mildewing on the edges
Obsolete to the circumstance in which we stand.
All arrows pointed down a dead end street.

Caught in a time loop till we peel back our eyes
Leaning how to see something other then what we choose

Swimming clouds in a velvet mind
Float hazy on the world your not what
Meets the eye
**** I'm high on cotton webs wraped around my toes
Spiders digging their tiny feet into my scalp
Anvels sink anchor from the paddle boats of my eyelashes
My brain I can't fish for the answers anymore
Jaded echoes hum on my skin
Playing crazy eights with my soul
Can you read my lips?
Choking on my tongue with words
I won't say
Who is the boatman
I want to sit in the snow
Get lost
I'm already lost in myself
I miss you
Don't know if I know you anymore

A slice of your soul lives in my spine
But I can't remember the shape of your hands

Her sigh rang out
While the sky turned grey
One by one the clouds dropped
Oversized cottenballs
Kissing her face
She stood there as it washed over her
So what if the sky is falling
When she has nowhere
Left to go
Held her hand in the moonlight
In the morning she was gone
Stand still, tomorrow will be gone
Her along with it
Goodbye woman of the clouds
I hope you find someplace to hide
The ground shall never be as forgiving
As the sky

Not all destruction happens with quickness, explosions, proverbial volcanos, and the such
Sometimes the sky falling to rest at your feet never thinks to make a sound.
Threads slowly being strained at the seams till they burst.
Stone cathedrals eroding as waves  lick  time into the sea.
Rain drips crashing through a spiders web silent as a whisper.

There is a beauty to be found even under the most dismal of rocks

He stands right as rain on the towers of the chapel of decadence
Light wit and snarky tooth

Bright eyes yet to be bleached by life
His father did not rip out his soul
Its seen in the up curl of his lip

By his age his sire had already drown
Spitting up saltwater on the daily
His insides rotting with regrowth
That was destined to wither and die

But the sons foliage a tree well watered sense sowed
Raident blossoms and deep roots
Stands tall strong against the wind

We are but a grain of sand passing through the hour glass of infinity.
A blip on the radar, the floaters on the eyes of earth.
If someone happens to be extremely lucky, maybe the missing puzzlepiece to a bigger picture.
But being a legend doesn't mean you
still live.
The incects on the windshield, hold no more importance then those caught by a hand.

We hold ourselves so high though in the long run we all fade.
Some shooting stars, others a ink smudge on a letter to a loved one,
And a few the coffee stain on the kitchen counter that never goes away.

He stood there in the rain far away from himself
Cold dead hands gripped the railing
Blood raw knuckles
For fear of letting go
Would open chances of falling
Tumbling down the corridor of himself
Repeating the loop once again

So he ran swallowed in puddles
Of past sin
He ran from himself
Everyone he's ever been
Or ever will be

If you forget who you are
You cease to exist
Were you ever there before
Or just figment of our imaginations


Blood raw knuckled
Hollow cheeks
And muddy souls
Wake up tomorrow
As someone new

Lose the need to run from yourself
Yesterday's always on your heels
Till tomorrow will not come

That earth shattering moment when you anticipate one more step ascending a staircase.
A moment we've all encountered, everything stills but for the rapid beating of your heart.
Overwelmed with blank fear of vertigo, and for a second of eternity space and time go black.
The world caving into the point of a needle sewing your mouth shut.
Pure uninhibited panic.

Then just as suddenly your catapulted rapid fire to the half dazed dream that is reality.
With the hyperaware realization that the smallest sliver of your soul has been shaved away.
To rest in the cracks of your recklessness a reminder of the folly in miscalculation.

One of the many moments we leave scraps of ourselves in the hinges
That make up the film reel of existence.

Adderall tears burn red lines down my face
Heart stampeding over my cracked ribs
The earth stutters a tipsy beat

As I shake on a train to no mans land
Orange eyes watching green lights zooming past
Living life as a watercolor stain seeping through ***** newspaper

Whoever you are I miss you

Have you noticed the sculpture cut of bricks framed in your shadows
Watching you destroy yourself watching her glass eyes

With her fingers in your heart she loves you

She’s your strangling Jenny wrapping around your throat
Your the Rose digging it’s thorns into her *******.

Be careful little one

You have the frozen globe of existence at your Fingertips
Marking Tracing Melting  oh so slowly much too fast

Diligently your dead eyes glance gracefully into infinite bright spotlights
Your fragile razor-edged smile’s tearing the corners of your lips

Insecurely holding yourself excruciatingly precise

Marking repugnant lines down your too young face
Spine’s held ram-rod straight pretending to keep your world afloat on a

Butterflies listless fluttering wings

The tiniest misstep reverberating inside your hollowed breastbone

In.. In… In…. Inconspicuous

Comparable in the manner of a lamp bumping the floor two houses up
Breath hitched tattooed pulse brings life to your porcelain pores

Tip-toeing on egg-shells of yearning aspiration

Flinching at the cold intangible fear that’s grabbed your hand
Makes you come to life a stones throw too freedom
Diamonds ruthlessly rip into soles and ****** toes imprisoned in silk

Wine stained lips sneer at rows of red velvet

They grasp everything you've strove for, they are the power
Passion, adrenaline, up most urgency sweeping you away

The most elegant anguish rushes out forming awestruck wild abandon
Waiting your whole life for this moment boiling down to now

Day after day year after year

Pupils blown wide it’s do or die spread your arms and take your bow
Self-loathing narcissist

You only dance as if the the sky is falling when you feel all is beyond repair

Never have you been more *beautiful

Smoke slinking passed my lips curving upwards settling flush upon cream
Small fragmented gasps slit my throat hanging in the air fresh shame
Heat curling in my ribs red hot iron ore sliding down shaky thighs
If eyes are closed time will freeze floating on a lake of never
Sweet nothings hold nothing
Breath wheezing out like ash
Lost in humble words a fog lingering over broken glass
Pretty little yellow flowers harbor deep dark secrets
Missing puzzle pieces frayed beyond repair
Lost within the calluses of my heels