About that time
The pawn goes back in the box

All in all is it just a matter of time ?
Speaking to me in the easy breathes of sighs
I fear no sirens in my house of light
Even shadows of light cast pictures of



Negative space, speaking for itself
         Oh to  
B.  b. b.       Be where you can
See inside windows , of pentacles
             Simple opportunity
To reverse the hanged man, in the shadows
             Of the corners of the ceiling


But how this sets in as normal
And my fingers flow immortal
I can venture inside the vines
And uncover the sleeping Buddha
As long as the blue hovers over
My Nirvana , above and beyond hope
Home,
             Speaking now,
                                        with a smile.

Here in the  ***** of good heart
I did space my sleep out between the sun
And its hiding place,  the other side
The way our hands fit, or sleeves slide down
Revealing flesh to the cones and rods of my eyes
Relieving under the flesh, your ******* torment
Was a lonely winter for both of us , but we can breathe now and clear our aching heads
The blue mountains reflecting our own dimension
And our friend the sun rising yet again
To mark the end of easy sleep
And the beginning of a new spring.

Stomach ready to turn
Thinking about gold

You all are here for the same thing
Money printed in the same green font
Tattooed "in god we trust" on our chest
Irony is that god is a million dollars
Turning itself into two, while you sleep
Some steal for greed, we just **** slowly
Orders for powders that steal your soul
Out of your nose , ripped up the right nostril
Some of us prefer the mud , hovering close to death
Describe a sunset to a blind man, high off ****
Asking for the sunrise to get himself breakfast
Society works at certain times, buttons for pushers
Fiends saving money for their own demise
I would rather die high as hell and float down
Then be as low as I am when im sober.

this week the feeding tube, bleeds you out
hospital subbasement , who do you trust
medical degree in years spent in insanity
cut out the organs that do not do anything
bleeed
yourself, for your blood ******* family
leave your skin open, and dripping
red walls leave blood stains on cement
wake up here, surrounded by confusion
apathy , on the faces of the nurses around you
helping the doctor. operate
steal this heart, while it beats

you will not find me, in any obituary
my body is lost in the woods
you will not find me, on an epitaph
my last words written with my nails
scratched in , to wood, in vain
scrapes and wounds , bleed in vain
white walls, block the scenery
red cement, stained by the blood you bring me
fresh meat

fresh meat
bring me fresh meat
the doctor is calling
for fresh meat,
bring your own blood!

breath pressed between your teeth
whistling, you can still get what you want
just a little more patience, waiting
ill refrain from spreading the truth
patient enough to lose your breath
pressing between your eye lids
completely submerged under water
getting all that you wanted