Your night,
Fueled by the throbbing bass
My night,
Fueled by your melting face
and I realize the only difference is the inferences.

The Kitchen sink,
stained with *****,
decorated in broken bottles.
Empty spaces extinct by strange faces,
some of them had cartoon eyes and
for the first time in my life I felt my shoulders needed to breathe.

Together we all broke the floor.
The laughter right after let you know
what kind of house this was.

"Hey, I'm Shane, whats you're name?"
"I don't have a name"
and she walked away,
Nameless,
but we both know more then we did before.

The constant pulse
made every second the first
until the red and blue lights
came to save the neighbors nights sleep.

All this hot water's just a cold,
Waiting to happen.
And all them words spoke's just notes,
Under the mattress.

You gonna come back
Move forward with me
Wait, step patient my two lonely feet
Into the cold water turning lukewarm,
It's just waiting to happen

Dreary morning
Morphine drip makes it taste better and
there’s no room left for breakfast.
I traded in bacon and eggs for nicotine and coffee stains long ago.
Or so it seems.
I don’t want any syrup,
She makes it all sweet enough.
Sure they can keep me alive,
But they can’t **** me like she can.
I’d rather die alive tonight than live to death in depths of debt’s regret.
Besides, I know I’ll wake up tomorrow morning
And she’ll be gone if tonight was good enough.
Unless I don’t know,
But,
What I don’t know can’t hurt me…
Right?

They tell me not to waste it
I mean,
Am I a waste just cause I get wasted?
There might be nothing to waste if I never did,
I might still be faceless.
No ***** to stand face to face with the pace of my placement.
I’m jumbled at times, sure,
But that’s just the trail mix and I don’t think anyone’s lived till they’ve climbed a tree as high as god made them to.
With the wind at my back I float on.
No friction, no fear.
My limbs grew fingers and my fingers grew limbs.
It’s your conventions that make me useless,
And in my world you’re just a filler.
I won’t forget the talent that your god gave me,
don’t forget the free will he gave you.
And with all you think you know,
how dare you waste a righteous word upon the wasted,
when you already know what I’m going to do
With this little light of mine.

We are a generation that learned what not to be,
and honestly,
That'll help us a lot more than anything they ever tried teaching us.

Spaces in the grains of sand
Since I have parked my arch on parchment.
Places paced to, paces ran
Stepping stones,
Coasts through apartments.

Yards,
We all live in yards,
Traveling in cars just to hop inside a box,
Locked,
Break out with our thoughts,
Yes we are free to leave, but we won't be free for long.

Coming to and running from the palms,
The running come and go the same, no
They don't stay for long.

My ankles ache for something stable,
Striking chords, cutting cables,
Faith in Cains to make me Abel,
Cracked and hollowed by a fable.

Channel Change

Different number but it looks the same.
Oh how I miss the static,
How the tiny dots would re-arrange.

Staring Fascinated
Wondering how they have caged it
Floating ageless in the matrix
                                                      Till
     ­                                                        You
                                                             ­       *Thought..
                   You saw the tape end.

Blank Screen.

Meditate;
You finally got to medicate.

"I think I shall replay the tape just to make sure my head is straight."
Oh how I love the static,
How the tiny dots all rearrange.
I'm staring, fascinated.
"All these dot's seem to depict my age"

I think I see a pattern.
Think
                            I
            T­hought
       a
                             Thought...
I
               Think
Seeking heat to make the ash burn;
Just a sly and subtle wink.

Yin and Yang all twisted shifting
drifting, what a colorfully monochrome experience;
       Gee,
Ain't the static wonderful?

Back then the radical were few and far in between
Now there’s one no more then ten cracks from every corner
The bar has been lowered,
Exponentially,
On what amazes.
The words we use have been weakened
By the weekend.
Oh it is a beautiful thing, if used correctly.
Linguistics mixed with hedonistic freedom
Never to forget the balance of fantasy and intellect
Theories and Fairy tales
Fables and Ideals
All the while in the throes of mystical madness

Have a bit of genius if you’d please,
Don’t mind the psychosis, It’s just a..
Seasonal Drag

“You’ve always got to find something to conflict with
And something to coexist with”
Said the human mind

The ever rumbling sense maker
The creator and taker of breath and chance
The Feeling factory in which we’re all constantly
Clocking In at.
The Decider.
The world within us so expansive one must toe the line or
Forget there is any outside world at all.

No one can explain it all
But we must take part in it!
Even if that means for us to
Pick apart the parts in it

A Piece of me, A Piece of you
Is peace in us and I conclude
That neither I or you
Are obstacles, we’re one
We’re earth,
we’re truth.

Namaste.

Oh and when I wash away
Please let me imitate the tide
To come inspired by the first
With all my lessons left behind

For in a single second lies eternity
I must be learning
Not to crack the pattern:
Catapults, coastal cities burning

Be the wave
Be the water
Be the wind
Be the daughter
Be the son of the Sun
Be the shepherd
Be the martyr
Be the fire
Be the dirt
Be the life
Be the earth
Become one with our mother
Nature
Recognize the worth
Of Words.

Do you know what it is,
To wake up with a mind like mine?
Do you know what it is,
To wake up with any mind at all?
Do you know what it is,
To wake up?
I don't.
So I sit, with a mind like mine,
Asking these questions unanswerable.

It is to much to expect
anything in all respects
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be dead

Monologue, in my head
Gotta be an animal
In the heart, and,
Roll on from the casual red.

Could you believe, the story of a casualty?
Speaker of the truth, the only one to speak casually.
I am god, wanna talk and teach me about blasphemy?
You are god, power shift, nows your chance to trample me.

Its hard to hear your heart
When its just crying out for help
These swelling tears in circulation
Telling me to be myself.

And I could walk away,
Just waiting for the high road.
And I could talk all day,
About the lump that’s latched to my throat.

You wanna hear my heart?
It’s being muffled by your boots
Think its gone away, retaliate,
******, beating, on the move.

And I could walk away,
Just waiting for the high road.
And I could talk all day,
About the lump that’s latched to my throat.

Try to catch so many fish,
all lined up and still a wish
but all you need is one to feed
A family of empty seats

Relationships, the howling sea
has sunken bunkers worth of these
down with the ship and float to shore
the constant soak assaults my pores
The salt, inside my skin it pours
Diluted but it's growing pure.

So on my dock I fish in peace,
To feed my empty family.

How unsettling it is,
To wake up thinking.

Fall away from my arms
Comfort coincides with harm,
Careful contemplations shred
My shifty stitched up heart

You left your kiss upon my wrist
Its all you ******* are
A gentle plot of skin twisted
And tangled to a scar

I see you in my shadow
You surround me in the dark
Darling I sit beneath the sky
Left blind and searching for a star
Bizarre how all you ever told me,
Lonely, all you ever said
Held a consistency of virgins
Urging maidens to their bed
I'm broken
Smoking round the clock and
Hoping i will hear a knock
But not do I expect, a sudden breathe
To bed me into shock.

You always said a little less
Than what I would have liked to hear
But now your little less is gone
And silence is my only fear.

They got ya falling for the fake of fate
And falling to the mattress
Lazy,
You wanna take another trip to doctor
Who's n what's to solve your problems,
Problems yeah you got alot of
Maybe,
The filaments that fill you in
Will crinkle like your happiness
And, you won't wanna be there when the lights go out.

Something told me,
It was all gonna be ok.
And before I knew it,
Something was wrong.

Sanctuary
I twig, is a brick, is a home to a canary
Foundation found in the mother of the bricks
Neighborhood gossip, chirps and clicks.
And the mileage,
Flying highways horizons
Followed by frigid winds, they migrate.
And man,
Stomping
Furious and curious comes cutting down with chain and sound
Foundations of, profound consistency.
Bird song...
Chirping blue in the melting landscape,
Prevalent wingspan
Feathers fall into shadows travels.

Movieplex
resting in the arms of chairs and the opposite ***
lazy drifting between the lines of attention
piano suspended
something she mentions:
"beautiful key to my heart you are reckless,
diving inside of my lungs and i'm breathless, and headless"
beating heart blinking
pumping and pulsing, alpha boundless.
veins dilated and racing away, pulls us to eachother
our veins congregate.
swim in my comfort, conform to my form
and I promise to perform the same ways to yours.
becoming a being so pure of refrain;
darling we're starlight, eternal sustain<3

They publicize Education with promise of security. Falsifying all your leizure and reward.
Yet,
While you drown your accounts with tallies and numeric rallies they develop the technology to summarize, tax, bill you with your debt and fill your mold in the position you strained and craved for.
Broken and stacked back rattling
You stand on a pile of panic and,
Manicly fade into the grave they plotted, and you dug.

Technology is our downfall.

We see the button and push it
Free of refrain.
Curious, instantaneous passionate trust in all the oncoming waves of silicone information.

The image is cast;,..
It attempts and so succeeds in including you in this performance
This, plastic
These fading lights.
Everything
              Burns
                     Out

So it seems our nation is fueled by a finite flash.
With the filaments finally finkled out, the bright idea gone,
The shepard is shot and the sheep are frenzied.

As the population grows great in numbers alone, the engine is fixed with rusted parts and the plan...
A long, smooth drive with the emergency brake cranked the whole way.
We'll see just how far mediocre runs,

We'll see...

Elaborate a little on the empty space.
canvas
Fill it with spills.
It all seems so accidental, did you bring your credentials?
Passwords linger throughout the discussions,
reason & recognize
Act with the valor of lightning and they will stumble like thunder... Timber.
Down falls another point on the pop chart.
Playing tic tac toe till the the tacs tic down by the toe, action falls into a drifting memory and crumples at the custodial hour.
Feet pounding time on the tiles
Repititions, turning inches to miles... Progress??
Does the diety of a paragraph outshine the novel drifter??
I mean, both read only one line at a time...

Seeking a reality,
bridges, boats, and canopies.
Calamity surrounds and swarms
my skin of wicked tragedy.
A cavalcade of traveling;
a taste of fleeting sanity.
Settle with the is or question off into the can it be.

Bridges, boats, and canopies,
Bridges, boats, and canopies,
Ripples in the water always fade but follow straggling.
Bridges, boats, and canopies,
Vistas, view or craft the scene,
Settle with the is or question off into the can it be.

Screaming for silence
sends you C
                      R
                          A
           ­                   S
                                H
          ­                          I
                                     ­ N
                                           G

                                                D  
                                   O
                                         W
                               N      
On your Iron knee,
shooting sparks in the dark that ache for a flame.
Praise the water ways fireproof power.

Draw the bridge, save the kingdom.

I
                     Insufflate
                  My
          Hot
                   ­        Air
                                  Balloon
                   ­         Brain
With
          Gravity.

And I float into the atmosphere.