When you think you can
See through these illusions
But you only hear
Your own perspective
You are still just the same
Mainstream mundane
Monotonous
Meaningless pain
In the ***
That you've always been
As fast as a fault-line
You break down into fits of meanness
And attack packages and canvases
Art is your nemesis
And you are left alone in your pain
Fancy a walk in the dark
Through tree-lined streets
Where winter leaves it's mark
On every single fallen leaf
We are frightened of the emptiness
Messing with our souls
It often seems to me
The more people play games
The more they remain
The same similar creeps

We reduce our words to mere talking
Happiness is an entangled heart and mind
Mellow are the landmines
That blow up all our skies
We are drying our flypaper
In your sunlight
The heat and rhythm
Make you blind
So sell me
Your skyscrapers
And movie theaters
Tonight
These signals are dry
And so are your hands
Chapped lips
Don't make many men grin
But your lipstick is invisible
Like painted nails and murals
On the floor of my bedroom
We fold the laundry
And dry our towels in the Sun

How can there be thirteen windows in a house but never a door when you need one?

What is your weapon of choice
Go on you can tell me
I really don’t need to defend myself
Are you ready for a fight
Or a father figure to come rescue you
From tonight’s estranged entanglement
We shared our stories with the lightning
Broadcast on your stereos
The radio beckons us to listen
We are shifting into higher definition
Our ancestors bellow across the airwaves
We were framed and failed to recognize
The actual price we paid for our freedom
It's irrelevant and not reverential
To deny the light it's own fantasy of vision
We are deterred by sedentary slaves
Afraid of falling into better circumstances
Inertia is always the last man standing
I confess my ignorance to you again
It's a gamble or a preamble waiting to happen
Can you really imagine me taking your examples for granted
Taking time to untangle my differences
In atavistic states of participation mystique
And undifferentiated ecstasy
Mistakes are made too easily
At what cost are we lost to our friends and families
I believe in love at first grip
When your lips ripped me open
I instantly slipped into the hands
Of your embezzlement

This is a new document
I hesitate to efface it with words
Life is like a blank slate
Obscured before it is ever even spoken
It's a clean start to a ***** finish
What we begin has already ended
Yet it lives inside of us waiting to be reborn
Tonight we reside in flaming letters
Comfort is a breath away from being broken
So hold me and observe me in my shyness
We fit together like crying children
This symmetry is obviously oblivious
But we'll miss the bus if we keep talking nonsense
Sometimes we take our silence a bit too seriously
And you were always free to agree or disagree with anything
But plausible denial has always been a bit above my paygrade

Love is a burning feeling in my gut
Besieged by fear and retribution
We reduced ourselves to ashes
We are accents and accidents
Rented by teenage time-travelers
On the lonely road to happiness
We are shattered tornadoes
And bruised background checks
We are appetites of coercion
In the hands of any man with a cigarette
We are assassins in the making
And there are always lawyers for the taking
We are the dragons teeth
Eating our own weaknesses
We are revealing images of infinite healing
Hungry for your eyes and immune to stealing
We are sheets of paper baked in an oven
We are the numberless occupants
Of another abandoned apartment building
We are shouting matches and fireplaces
Lit with nimble little fingers
When your hands have become eyes
You are slower to lift them to the sky
So you cover up your secrets
With the fabric of space and time
We shine our strength and our sorrow
When all of it's the same
Both yesterday and tomorrow
Tonight we are appointed
To watch over these sacred grounds
For nothing shall ever happen
If we don't speak it from our mouth
And love is only music
Using language to find it's sound
We are dominant-handed people
Who know too much about your scorn
We are contacts covering translucent corneas
Petrified with doubt and looking inside out
We are always a little troubled
By the thought of being left out

I hear music as i'm drifting in and out of consciousness
We are all lotus flowers in denial of our fingerprints

We are estuaries
And governments
Surfing in the shadows
Of an unknown ocean
Life is a poem
Perfectly spoken
Stolen from antiquity
And woven
Silently on a loom
At the pinnacle
Of one of the earth's
Tallest mountains

Subtle apostrophes seeking apologies
For being seen naked
These commas indeed are angry
Do you fancy delivering me some verbiage
Confessions are standard
And punctuated sentences are evidence
Of the contrarian tendencies you embody
It's a hobby being copied
Making friends with dungaree clad daughters
And seeking sunshine from beneath the cover
Of a worn down copy of someone else's obituary column

Humble hearts leave trails
Of burning arcs
Whenever they pass you by
When time is borrowed
From the present
It's a gift from heaven
If we are born unperturbed
Then how do we learn
To become so boring
After we have grown

If you have it then you’ll know it
For once it comes it's ever showing
Humble hearts are made for rowing
These boats back home again

Come close and sit by the phone
Waiting for the dial tone to call you collect
There are many benefits to a relationship
Like love with tenderness,
Arguments and sweet caresses

Bless the ligaments and the tenements
With tender fingers and ten toes
We've climbed up and over
Reaching further and deeper below
And above all we've rubbed
The words from the pages
That we drew our first breaths upon
And later lined our nests with
The fragilest of exhalations

We are each a painting
Taken from the hall of some old relative
We are fancy felons finding heaven in our theft
We are sheets of cotton rubbing against our bottoms
As feelings flicker like candle flames
Our souls remain nameless and stainless
Against the testaments of yesterday

I sweep the patriotic streets
In need of beauty and feeling
History has a way of dealing with people like us
That can be rough and kind of cruel
His story wavers like a lonely old man
Savoring a cup of coffee in the morning
Or some soup in the middle of the day
We pay attention to the attitudes of companionship
We find memories change course along the way
Our journey meanders but we are safe
To raise our voices in dismay
Whenever I feel we’ve gone astray
You slip your fingers into mine
And say, I'll see you in my dreams
Again someday

Humble hearts leave trails
Of burning arcs
Whenever they pass you by
When time is borrowed
From the present
It's a gift from heaven
If we are born unperturbed
Then how is it we learn
To act as if we are too old
To receive their love again

I love the smell of coriander
And cardamom roasting in the morning
Coffee and cinnamon scattered on the floor
We share our laughter with the water
These plants are tender
As your fingers gather medicine
From the yard
We tie them up and bring back art
From its repository
We are sharpening our hearts like knives
And watering our minds
Gardens pop up everywhere she walks
Humble hearts make
Burning arcs throughout the sky

We try to remain conscious but it never helps
So we fall into suspicious company
The water is steady
And everything is ready to break
This is the last stop
Before the station takes you dancing again
Fancy hunters fumble for their suppers
Funneling their drinks into liquor baskets
We stand apart from the others
Farther off there is a shoreline
But you can barely see the land from here
Hummingbirds fly in candle light
While girls perform handstands on fire
Hulls of shells scattered like sand
Until we stand in the correct posture
Four arms are better than none
And numbers have relatively little use here
So we each tear another tired piece
From the fraying cloth of wakefulness
Please don't mention my name again to the same people
For just as you found me there can truly be no equal
And your health depends on just as many elements
Mental, biological and spiritual

Come keep time and rhythm by my side
For a bucket is as good a drum
As any that I’ve ever played before
Let's come crashing together
Like comets in the sand
Like salty lovers in the waves
It could be our last chance
To bathe in clean water
For once you are found naked
You can never again misbehave
With innocent abandon

Maybe it's all just a bit random
Perhaps we are a part of a poem
Or was it an ancient potion
Written down or swallowed long ago
Made from snow and ash
That turned us all into animals
From dirt to bone and earth to flesh
We rose from soil into soul

Maybe we're only organic forms
After all, is said and done
Growing like ancient ferns
Dangling from the earth’s *****
Maybe we are commas and semi colons
Just a few squiggly lines
Learning how to bend real low
So as not to get hurt again

Maybe we are just formica cabinets
Stashed with cash and cigarettes
And desiccated bodies
Desperately in need of some whiskey
Maybe we are impertinent cathedrals
And meaningful glances
Stolen from misleading women
Wearing only black eyeshadow

Maybe we once played capture the flag
On the grass of the acropolis
And can we rightfully complain
If the lakes are always frozen
Or would you put them in the microwave
In order to defrost your pain
And thaw your brain like malevolent candy
We concentrate now more than ever
On the art of coming in handy
We are common fantasies only believed
For our ability to tell stories
While many followers
Come from the opposite
Part of the mind
We confide in the design
And conspire to retire before we are thirty
Necessarily confused
But are you aroused
By the smell of all this power
Or are you numb to the earth
Who first showed you how to flower
How many mistakes did you think
You could really get away with

Perhaps it's still too early
To truly equate mind with nature
And feature future human beings
As among our fellow creatures
Who need comfort and food
Security and relationships
Magic is balanced with meaning
And measure is often a false construct
That is spun like strands of thread
Often against our own better judgement
Balancing on the edges of our beds
And sometimes on our own two shoulders
Why can’t we unfold our bodies
And spread our wings like birds
Across the skies of our abstractions
Spirit is always still meaningful
Lingering in breaths and butterflies
We surprise the sunset with our memories
And make shy attempts at smiling

We are firmly embraced in our nature
And gathering often equates with happiness
And a massive amount of self-reflection
Or was it done to our own detriment
Have we fallen into complacency
Are we at the extremities of extrapolation
In a metropolis in dire need of a vacation
Or a makeover and respite from its own annihilation
So tonight we are busy buying the moon’s diapers
And singing bedtime songs a little bit too early

Humans are designed to respond
While among the many and the frogs
We suddenly became capable of song
A long time ago when
There really was not much
To say about the earth
There was only a pond
And while inside that wetness
We held our breath
Under water for far too long
Though we never drowned
We became the ground
And our souls were like a drop of rain
Now we hesitate to define
Our true place in the universe
Perhaps we are only a transient state
Of chaos and grace intermingling
As our words belonged
To another category of order
We are still in this all together
And there is nothing
That can change our attitude

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we are made out of diamonds
And perhaps a few dusty old napkins

I adore the morning's silent symphony
When hundreds of birds are as bright
As a canopy of sunflowers
Leaning into the trees like fallen buffalo
We dream of Navajo sunsets
And isolated islands of innocence
Embedded but not embodied in a sea of ignorance

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were made from diamonds
And also some dusty old articles

We are often lonely and rather lustful of our neighbors
And so full of distrust that we sometimes envision
That perfection was indeed a poisonous arrow to begin with
And our sorrow is so desperate to be touched
That we are quite glad to confess our collective unrest
Both today and again tomorrow, if you'd really like us too

And tonight i will beg for you to bless me
And if we are alive I know that you'll caress me
You are wise yet also young and beautiful
With a sultry body and a voice that's in between **** and whiny
When your luscious mouth pouts its quite beyond the ordinary
And even if there are some other girls out there
That some people would say are rather more inviting

For though our love is but tiny specks of lightning
Its impossible to assume that we're making
A rather large show out of nothing
You see we are really melodramatically quite intact
Like abstract paintings positioned a little too precisely
Our trimmed and trembling figures
Have been financed by constant neglect more than adequately
So we attract the attention of only the most deplorable of agents
Yet thankfully due to our full and constant immersions in urgency
We are still flourishing in the graveyards and basements categories
And have you heard of the band, The Entitled Undead
I expect they may become a permanent collective in your head someday

Please correct me if I'm wrong
But I know I’ve heard you sing this song before
And I adore the morning's silent symphony
When hundreds of bees are as bright
As a canopy of sunflowers
Leaning into the trees like fallen buffalo
We dream of Navajo sunsets
And isolated islands embedded
In a sea of convulsive incoherence

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were all made out of diamonds, gold and poems
Written long ago on some dusty interstellar napkins

When your lover has abandoned you
There are infinite limitations
Towards making any headway against
The empty pages of your solitude and turmoil
They take for granted the lanterns
That you've rubbed and polished
With magnanimous piles of spit and silliness
Over a thousand lifetimes you've attempted
To mend your tired and divided mind
With the deepest respect
For the old magic and it's capacity
To transform being into beauty
And anger into humility
When otherwise we'd all be nothing more
Than a few unpolished pearls
Desperately cast before life's eroding shoreline
Still we were shunned for our silences
And warned not to run or there'd be violence
So we drifted into sinister desperation
And underlying our vacations
In the dirtiest of places
(imagine FL or Las Vegas)
Was the collective memory
Of a disheveled old kitchen
That felt like it was the safest place
That you had ever been to

We are such impeccable dreamers
Featuring our fear and our disgust
As often as the lightness of our being
You are still too young to be faulted
For forgetting your promises
We aspire to rise as high
As our shadows remain grounded
We found the sun at last
Burning past the guardians of our irises
We are never hard at heart
Though our sensitive skin
May have toughened a bit
Since we incarnated in this
Dichotomous existence
We are sincere in our pursuit of feelings
We cheer for the joy of our relations
Young mothers sustain their children
On limitless supplies of oxygen and love
Apparently we are a pair of old tornadoes
Hugging these pressure currents closely
Our souls are always in motion
Constantly twirling, convulsing
And unfolding invisible codexes into reality
Spirals of sonic architecture
Functionally resonant with the subtle essence
Of our hearts' deepest longing

It's invigorating
Like the sound
Of oil frying in a pan
We are on fire
All of us
Tonight and forever
We have heaven in our spines
And can resume flying
Any time we’d like to
Remember who you are
It's now or never
For feathers are embers
Of the Sun
That have become
Flaming wings
To bring you
Back to eternity
We seek beings and virtues
Not material things
Money and fame
Are but arrows
Guiding us forward
On our path
We alone trust
The breath of god
And the space
Of kindness embodied
In the gentle touch
And melodic laughter
That resonates between
A lover and beloved

Love is burning in the forest
Morsels of flesh and cloves of garlic
Follow the scents back to your apartment
And sell our sedentary sound systems
Compound interest rates take no victims here
Defend the elements we can’t contend with
Let's make delicate offerings until the end is near

Could we create meaning from objects
Tumbling like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers bring you eager categories
While seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy

Crumbling
The loudest crash
You’ve ever heard
Then another
Thankfully
It's already over
Before it stands
A chance
Of getting worse

But you can’t get rid of the dread you carry
So we take arrows and aim it at the sun
And punish the ones who have loved our fathers
And anyone else who dared to get here first

So many secrets taken into the forest
We are shaking like leaves in the dirt
You say, many hands make light work
Yet thousands of feet are unsure of this phrase
So they take turns in their innocence
Leaving dusty footprints in the Earth

What can hide that taste of your sorrow
What can mask your grief and your hatred
What is swimming in your mouth and your stomach
Who is awakened by the sound of it's rumbling

I am an ill tempered planet
Which leaves very little room
For anybody else's management

Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it flows right into our splintered hearts
We are already shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, quite naked
We infiltrated the epicenter of the universe
Just to hear her whisper in the dark

Are you awake my love, because
A lady is any place with a river
And I have a shivering mind
That's only at home in the future

Are you awake my love
A lady is any place with a river
And I have a shivering mind
That's only at home in the forest
We must run for the sunlight is fading
I was amazed by the crazy and the cryptic
Until you deciphered the pied piper’s rhythms
And sent him packing again in his knickers
We are wrapped in sand yet can't understand
All these candid cancellations
In the middle of November
Remember the time you ran for president
I was expecting you back home before the world ended
Do you fancy a kiss in the darkness
We can always make use of this fireplace
It tastes like turmoil and thunder
And a sundry sauntering caper
Just waiting to properly happen

The projector is a woman
A human
A dreamer
Made out of jumper cables and breadcrumbs
Your thumbnails are tumbling
Head over heels to meet her
We see the sharpened glass
And as fast as we can cash out
We make a run for the patio
A ladder up the stairs
With hatred in our hands
And nothing left in our hearts to sell
We are accompanied by monkeys
And men in tuxedos
A loose cannon blooms
And shoots through the wall
A canopy collides
With a visually challenged individual
How are you so full of persuasion, she asks
A mix of liberation and a margarita
I am dreaming of the ocean
A perfect place to lie in the sun and dry off my shoulders
With common purpose
We surf the sound of metaphors crashing
In flashes of crayons
And wet paint sprayed haphazardly
We explain our philosophy to the gravediggers
We keep waking them
Until our hourglasses need fixing
We are shifting in our sandals
And refolding our blankets every hour
The old magic is tangled in your hair
And I just can't stop staring at you
Are you really even here
I hope you don’t mind
That the winter is alive with the sound of nature
We are naturally blinded by infrared romantics
Yet bound to find our souls in the middle
Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it fits right into our heart
We are shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, forever naked
We are infiltrating the epicenter of the universe
A purposeless poem
Lost in the wind
Folded to begin with
Now we are unfolding
Opening
Unraveling, traveling
Our trembling fingers tenderly touch
Yet we must not rush
Or we're likely to make a mistake
We're better off avoiding

With golden thread
You mend the tears in my pockets
I am only allotted one item per day
So let's stay here until the stars fade away
And face the neverending promises
We laugh at memories of pain
Harboring no need for tragic romances
Or life's fragile remembrances
It's already exacerbated by boredom’s wastefulness
So we decline more license plates and credit cards
And instead compare our hearts to targets

Lost continents drift in reticent rhythms
Hymns and hallelujahs concentrate our fate
And grace is a space of indescribable harmony
We are learning to accept beauty
As the consequence of our thoughts
And actions
Attraction is unavoidable
And if our boredom suggests that something has become insoluble
At least it's still a problem that can be solved
With a little compassion for one's own brokenness

As fences are felons we take turns
Tearing them all to little pieces
Palaces fall in the morning
For they alert us of our tiny perspectives
We sell our breath to the haggard
The hecklers can take
These letters of recommendation to the grave with them
I would rather take you to bed with me
But you are not ready to let me
Imbibe that watery something yet
It's like honey without the bees or the bumbling
We are troubled by troops of covetous warriors
Awarding our appetites with only knives and comforters

We are trespassing on heaven
Reserving the feminine principle
I guess we cannot even name it
Her lips separate the chasm
In my heart a spasm of inspiration
Whenever she utters her nastiness
We detain ourselves
In our separate bedrooms
I consume the rooms that you've divided
And my feathers resume to guide you
At night I fan my enemy's flames and reside
Inside the lightness of your being
Can we see the silent apocryphal
Or do we cancel the hidden apogee
Of our mythic rejuvenation
You are amazed by this preventative medicine
Yet find it strange when someone doesn't try to save you

What's of importance is that we are recurring nightmares
Observing the relativity of nimble beings
Bouncing on our tummies
We are trumpets ordering the end of the hours
We are doubts that have no uncertainty left
We are sheltering regrets
Wet with heaviness and our own importance
We may be forgetting something but it's unclear
What memory is really for anyway
So we soar among the shores of libertine mosaics
Faking our aspirations so we don’t seem too unambitious
I'm ambivalent really to the sounds of your laughter
Captivating the captors of our harmonic excavations
We shave the faces of our leftover neighbors
We create masquerades that look like parades of paper mache
We are too fresh to stay awake all day
And let them drain our brains of orange flowers
While we are floundering in the fountains of our campaigns
To correct these collective imbalances

Jungles of nakedness
Grow into entangled gardens
You make it appear really easy
Yet in someone else's definition of reality
It's actually quite dangerous
Let alone difficult and terrifying
Still there’s nothing out of the ordinary
Just more of my oneiric meandering
You see its a bit like gambling on love
We say we trust the unconscious
But not enough to let it lead us there entirely
So instead we treat ourselves
To anything but the taste of our own sorrow

I am imagining the active particle
The noun inevitably becomes a weapon
And the verb seeks it's naked rations
Of relative invigoration
We are actually traveling
Among our own relatives
While sisters deepen dents in their own bellies
We make the things that happen to salty sirens
As hundreds of huddled fishes
Whisper poems to the lips of elderly singers
Still we are just showmen singing for our dinners
What truly matters is can we listen
Or do we snicker at the working stiffs
Who bring liberal deposits of consciousness
To the empty coffers of our impermanent imaginations

There is no need to agree with me
I see your love being used sparingly, as it is
We already share the same tree of life
And fuel is only as bright as the ultimate, really
We come from hundreds of angels wrestling
Welcoming the shared commodity of love
Back into our shattered skylines and economies
Consternation was constructed from dust
So we encrusted rubies and revolved on our butts
I trusted you to crush me correctly
Instead you became funny
And money fell from your fingertips
Now we bring humor to the dying
In lingering dreams of the aristocracy
Among the other moondancers
We alone fancy a rush of nothingness
When less than a decade ago
We could still find lookouts for our shadows
I resume the music as fumes drip vaporous
And campaigns to elect our democratic fathers
Are merely shambles of something
That once enraged us but now just ramble on forever
Until we can't wait to end all this target practice
But we are still mere artifacts of human hammering
Instantly building our secret languages
Where we will speak nothing but tired gibberish
To a enlightened community of solipsistic symbolists

Intangible apprentices
Of questionable benevolence
The bottom line is often unfavorable
To be or to do is irrelevant
If you're covered in ******
There's only a fragrant imperative

She was ensconced in a sentence.

Do we feel it when it all falls unconscious
What if all the mothers on the planet
Were ensconced into their hearts simultaneously
And if for a single moment
There was freedom from the tyranny
Of endless duties and responsibilities
Would it all fall apart at once

I beg your pardon
But tonight's sunset was one of the Sun's most fertile deposits
So what if we were to shun the day
And instead make love to the darkness of the desert
For the pheasant is my ancestral totem
And it is obvious in the moonlight
That you motion to me like a novice
For after you and I are seduced by the harvest
We can choose first among the stardust
Its true that all this was once our own garden
From a time when we first learned to become human
Until we eventually return to the understory
Of our aboriginal commonality

We are still happening
We are learning to shun acceptance
And make due with unexpected lessons
We are undifferentiated fantasy
In lands of cholera and chronic romances
We are far from perfect
But we still always try to do our best
And i don't expect you to protest anything

And if we dance for days against the apathy we make
And spray gradients of sound from our awakening
Into the pleroma’s defiance
We can try out our mouthpieces
And seek fingers of lightning
At a height quite defiant
Whenever we get uptight like a runway
Sundays are always smiling
And whenever we make love
We break records with our bodies
Against the conundrums
Of being polished too roughly
We funnel living diamonds
Into pipelines of supply and demand
Like cats and mice we chase trends around bends
Of commerce and economic insurgency

We shout at full volume
So that the love of our mouths
Is commonly reserved
Until all of our talks are sold out
We are absurdly independent
But i wouldn’t care
If you spent all your money
On anybody else who was worthy