You can't stand the site of me
You must stand in front of me
You have to berate me
You have no choice because
You are you, and I give no sentence for that
Though I am me and therefore I am
And you can't change that
So I listen to what I listen to to make me me
But you refuse
Oh how hard refuse with all of your might
I'll sit next to him on this one
I sit next to him on most of these
If nothing else than to **** you off
If nothing else than to tear your vocal cords
If nothing else than to hear your hear STOP
And I write without sense again
And I write without sense AGAIN
I laugh at my own jokes because I know
I laugh at my own disjointed agony
I laugh at my self even if you
RE-FUUUU-SSSSE
Spelled without context are these phrases of GOD
I can't stand your God or gods or goddesses or any higher power BEING
If only because you refuse to believe in truth
Or to hear you cry
Or try to rip me up
Try to pray for me
Try and tell me I'm wrong when I know I'm more right than you
You hypocrites with your hypno-quits
I DON'T REVISE
I DON'T REVISE
What came first is the question still not answered
Feeling good now with my disjoint-finger-tap-TAP-TAP
Guitar now in my ears-adjunct-twixt-crossing MOVE
Keep this heavy-quick-ever-high-pitch-type-incorrect grammar if nothing else than to tell them I'm listening to The Mars Volta!
OR WAS "THE" missing
My favorite peak
My favorite peak
Too much coffee
Too much coffee
Oh why must we end

It is useless
To regret
It is fruitless
So forget
Or was I supposed to remember
All of these terrible things
And all the feelings she brings
Or was I supposed to dismember
All of those terrible thoughts
Those which my heart rots

December dismember forever because I can't stand to be around you anymore (you tragic *****)
I write best when angry
Just like love's been captured behind a cold camera for a painter or a director
I will bring hate to you because these love movies - I do despise.
Quite, indubitably, henceforth, whence, this lass of gun-lances stares into my kung-fu stances like I'm the crazy one, who uses tongue and lips to expectorate upon thy tips of canister rips.
It's enough to say that I am quite wild in ways yet is no where near to...
Lays her down long' its messy bed while taking off clothes and keeping her fed. (Because I like bigger girls)

There should be a big girl anthem.

The jazzy overtone leaves me alone
In a beautiful world, away from
Difficult to breathe now
I drown in purple terrorism
Just to see if it's possible
Useless absence of past
Torn into pieces that're now pulled through deadly veil
Improper destitute-grey scenery
I am now
I am then
I am after
You can't send your materials into me
You must take them back
You are a monster of loose-luck frill
And then I nod beyond the sod
Of the
Other side
Of the
HILLS

I am sorry today
Apologetically I say
I lament what's been the future
I rue presently
Or what is an apology
And I regret this

Sign on him
Synonyms
And magic hymns
Knapping hard skins

Brutally brutal
Utilize useless
Unfitting misplacement
Nonsensical ravings
Disgusted

Drool, oh delicious drool
Spool, oh ravenous spool
Oh how these remind me of who I was, who I am, and who I'm going to be
Good stuff so far
Forever
Those lyrics, oh these lyrics excite me
But I need something faster, cue the quickness...
Untie the bonds and CUT them loose
Too bad
Too drunk
Too many people
Too many steeple
Too many seed pool
Too many TO USE AS A TOOL
One by one by one by one by one
Listen to the guitar my babe
Keep going

You must stay up tonight

Left deep within withering and writhing branches neath the Moon's bewildered feeling of all-around confusion lays a broken shell behind a distant monster who's forgotten, already, about it.

There, underneath the Moon's trying faux-sunlight, I was born.

I am everything that you fear.

She loves you... and me

AND I AM YELLING TO YOU TO PLAY EM' DAT' GUITAR

Squeal of a hawk's only finite point of glottal hoarseness

Hack n' cough

Not a single drop be here my love

Lest she be a T.V.

No revision yet I WRITE SLOW
For EMPHASIS
For every single line and curve
For every single one is many
Every solitary bead of humanity is a zero, death
Every string is a life
All to be swallowed by me
All to be thrown-up through my esophagus, as souls
All light is here
All darkness is near
All sight is rear
AND I've COME through you as a GHOST yet to be my throat. Beautiful saxophone and back to the left and back to the left
FORget TenSION Bring me into it. Whatever I've ever wanted to say!
If you only said what I said to bring you through me!

Delightful

Halls
So many halls
Each with addicts
Beautiful addicts
Dressed in the newest dirt

Faces
So many faces
Each with a glare
Beautiful ugliness
Dressed in the newest gossip

I tend to not write while drunk
I tend to try and have fun
But it has become a nightly
Thing
So, I will do my best
Just like I never do
Just like I fall asleep at night
Just like I drink to sleep
Just because it helps me not think
I never help out
I never do anything
Whether that be cleaning the cat litter
Or cleaning up the backyard porch
Or trying to cheer you up
Or cleaning the dishes
Or taking the trash into the front of the house to be picked up
Or trying to better myself
Or doing my best
Or trying to not think of the thoughts that tend to hold me back
Or trying to change the world
Or taking your weight on my shoulders
Or learning about bettering myself
Or trying to think of how to make you happy without killing myself in the process, metaphorically or physically
Or wondering what's wrong with me and why I seem to be losing this race
Or thinking about the point of all this
Or thinking about why things are the way the are, why you tend to be unhappy, why you unintentionally force your mind into my mind
Or wondering why you never say love
Or wondering what I'm going to say at your funeral
Or figuring out why I seem to come up with excuses as to why I am like I am
Or coming to conclusions and epiphanies that'll never stay with me because, I can't and won't and shouldn't and haven't voice or voiced them to anyone, and in the end I'll be in first place, after you of course.

My thoughts are not
I am my thoughts
So I do not exist

My thoughts are all
I am my thoughts
So I am everything

My thought is an infinite line segment that is always extending into zero
I am the thought
Who am I

Inside the mind
Into the stink
Vaporize brink
**** the line
There is none
When all is
Blur
Scratch the scab
It is no longer mine
Yet, still, I can hear IT
IT, the past
I am a memory
And memories are all I have
I can still experience the music
The dialogue
The people
The surreal, limbotic texture of my mind

Still though you burn
My heart, my soul
When will you learn
I've no hope, no goal
Save for this
My experience
Of no-kiss
But, instead
Is, bliss

Not enough
Or was it too much?
Or maybe nothing
And then again
I will never again
Begin to love you
Half-Heartedly
So far from me
I cannot stand the sight
Of half of a fight
But rather all night
Fighting in the void
My head, annoyed
Once said, destroyed
All in space
Is my face
I can see my place
My palace
My malice
My unconditional-
universal-yet-unintentional-
Reversal of ways
The pain that stays
Is the one true truth
And not in youth
Will I ever
Forget forever
Because it doesn't matter
And this ******* doesn't flatter
This ****** poem
Or me as the Mad-Hatter
I wish
Or do I
Admonish
The why
The question
The reason
The lesion
It leaves when
It agrees, then
Bereaves  men
Who grieve because

Because for every insult upon me is a cut on universal fantasy
Because for every wrong is a bad thought created for you
Because of these injustices you will burn in obscurity with me

You are pitiful
You are mediocrity
You are a molten fingernail

And I am the space between these letters
And the letters are crowds
And the sentences are people

But the sword is null
But the void is dull
But every living thing is meant to die and purpose is a particulate of dirt

FOR MUSIC
I will tear you down and feed you to my plants they are loosened by star dust in the morning light too bright too bright too bright, continuous breathing HALT continuous thought WROUGHT (rot) no pause for room or time or groom THUS I am **** I can STING the KING with RRRUUUUSSST! quiet quiet quiet quiet LA LA LA LA LA and then a boom crash split my ear and my fear goes away and my mind goes astray as I fall into a pit with all of the other zombies trying to climb to breath in the sun (sounds so fun) I am just another, I am just another.  And my rhymes evil stench is a gas choking your (self) and throat of course but also the sight and other various unheard of senses like...

Back and forth
From again
To never before
Or always
Eternally

Still though you burn
My heart, my soul
When will you learn
I've no hope, no goal
Save for this
My experience
Of no-kiss
But, instead
Is, bliss

Down by the lake
Saw a fake
Swan that is
Hunted by fake hunters

Close your eyes and realize
Realize the evolution abstract
Understand the deeper meaning of fact
Shut your lips and open your ears
While they rip, examine your fears
Know that it's all the same
Lives come and go, like falling drops of rain
Like leaves turn into dirt
Like a song is eventually drowned out by another
Like a flash of lightning who's ghost breaks into the other side.
And even then, blinked out of existence
Time is static
What is will always be
What won't will not
Birth, death, and whatever's in between
Are simply measurements of confusion
Along with facts
Along with falseness
Remember that if I was here
I always will be
Remember that if I wasn't
I will never be

And why is it
That all I see is bad
Why must it be
That there isn't any good
Is it so, that my hate
Is greater than yours?
I pass judgement
Without sharing connotation
My hate is my own and it is so heavy
I must give it away
I will force it on you
I must force it on you
All things bad and wrong and immoral
I see them as the few truths that exist
AND THEREFORE
MY HATE
IS BETTER THAN YOURS!

Hereby I am
Therefore you cannot
Fore I must
Lest you be

I let em' push me
I let em' tell me
I let em' ignore me
I let em' judge me
I let em' berate me
I let em' because in every case of getting pushed, told, or ignored, every time I'm judged and berated it is at least a penny's worth added to my ability, skill, or to feasibly achieve things that are above average and in most ways above those who will, would, or have...
Push(ed) me
Tell(Told) me
Ignore(d) me
Judge(d) me
Berate(d) me
Go ahead because when you think you win , will win, or have won, I do, and will, and have already, actually and in reality all in ways you'll never be able to comprehend.

Because I am the test!
I AM THE RESEARCH YOU SO DESIRE!
I am the question, the statistic, and your precious stupidity.
All of you bow to me, unconsciously.
You are that which you so hate
I am that which you so adamantly are pursuing to destroy
You will tear each other apart while I watch
And you crumble neath my fingernail
And you crumble
You crumble

Use the time
Slow
Read...
Slow
Just how I want it right now
I love you

A sort of out of body... question
A body asunder which is to say, I mean, I have feet for eyes
Fingers replaced with eyes
Arms of many knees
And my head's nowhere to be found
Despite my frantically looking eyes
My lips are fingers
I'm also missing some core components like my soul (it's been stolen)

Or is nothing where it should be?
Or is everything in place?
Or has this abstract symbolism
Ruined me
Ruin me

Time gives way to the breeze
The beautiful day
Life gives way to the moon
And forever the stars
The universe unfurl
Time will unfold
You will be there
I hope

Is it easy, I wonder
To make something like you do
To make something
Beautiful
What is beauty though
Or otherwise stated
Isn't love a thing
That no one can possess
Yet many can experience

Perhaps it is this
This that is the reason
That I am unfamiliar
With that emotion
Not of course
Completely
But more than hate

That I am often myself
That I am so much so
That others tend
To stay away

I can't wait to be there
Up in the earth
Down in the sky
Out of money
Out of money
These things these people say
Are worse than what I say
A joke turns serious
As I realize you're not all too smart
I can't wait to be everywhere
I love your hate
I can't be you
You can't be me
You can't try
Like I can
You still don't get it
You never will
Go where you are
Be who you are
Know thy self!

That's one lucky guy
That's always the case
My luck doesn't exist
So I must make my own
I suppose

Look at my weeping words
And may you smile
Look at my ****** tears
And may you know joy
Look at this terrible writing
And may you be good

This Hole, Begin
Dug around three
Or was it ten?
This hole I can see
Right before me
Is it old, is it new
It looks sticky, like glue
Slimy-almost
Yet shiny, engrossed
With the beauty
Of rival of none
It gleamed
It glowed
Much like the sun

The teacher is wrong
There is nothing to teach
There is only learn
For someone to BE a teacher
Is to imply that they know
But, there are no facts
There is no correctness
Aside from the possibility that
The teacher is correct and does know

There are facts, however
And these are they
The teaching people as a whole
Never intended for me to question
And the closest few did not teach

These closest few asked me to ask
Though not too much, as always
And I get to thinking

Question is answer
And
Answer is question

I can still feel your warmth under my soul
Thank you
For your little bits
Of happiness

To enter through
That which is of
The witch's brew?
The essence of you
Which isn't to say
That's all that you are
It's just, if I may
I'm real bizarre
You're my shining star!

Makes sense
But makes less
Than a nonsensical tense
So that it
It has become
Something more
Than making a few cents

You must be careful
The journey will get dark
And you'll never reach the end

You must be brave
When you venture far
You can always get help

When you've had enough
Look around and find a light
Though sometimes it's very dim