We may share a halo in the dark
With you- moment to minute
Thirty-three percent of this decision is up to thee.
Thirty-three for the one they've been calling a He.
Thirty-three reserved to the necessary joined loyalty
to call "this", "we"
And one to old King Zeus, high
Eyes piercing, black as the dead of night
On the mountain top upon which the Great He resides.
Drinking from elysium fountains while
Most others feel a drought burn
in their throats,
They all hold the sorry and sordid note
of a particularly self-pitying semitone.
Vibrating desert air, the harmonic below
While the miser, glutton, clutchingly laughs
"Oh dear boy! What a wondrous show!"
And chucks copper colored coins in our general direction
Considering yourself lucky if "Your Man"
Wins an election.

I demand insurrection.
Don't let them leave you scared, second-guessing
Where the rest of the so-bless-ed water went.
Or why we hadn't started cleaning the ocean
with a garbage net.
Ten ****** Seconds earlier, left with
What life will swiftly be, left behind.
Some will be left, just to rhyme.

"Please bookmark the important parts"
"Avoid impermanent pain for impermanent pleasure"
Obviously a detriment.
So go force-feed the children radioactive
seeds and chemical regiments.
Only to act surprised ending with substance dependence.
Not fostering the Soul
Always expressionlessness
"Don't tilt your chin so **** much like this"
Remain Static.
Until on an intimate date between Destiny Lane and Memory Way

I swear there is a way to maintain
an adoration for all souls in all forms.
Admirable Admirals in uniform
to the smallest worm
on the biggest farm
there is.

You're not born here from a matter of constant coincidences
The Incident occurred from either
Two young lover's pleasure experiment or
You were an accident.
Sometimes, for me, these things are hard to admit.
Trying to find, words to define; senselessness
An eerie uneasiness builds in his chest
Like the Father's First caress
of a heavenly mess that began brewing under a moment of carnal duress.

"Tie an Angel's ******* knot? Give her a kiss!"

wake up from your adventures, and take a dab.
don't take it far, thats not your job
the dab will take you as far as needed
and you're blankets will resurface.

put on your garments, and take a dab.
the day is new, and its age unknown
its crispy mood has woken your hairs.
You'll need to wear those socks.

Have a potato, and take a dab.
theres plenty more, so don't rush
the savory maple cloud, of pancake.
the coffee is void of the cow milk.

greet your neighbor, and take a dab.
His dog will have a bath, the cat
the rabbit, the finch, the turtle, the mouse,
they will all be thinking about oats.

Hop off your bike, and take a dab.
the ocean left you clean, the sun
a blueish green shade of wandering.
you're a person, in their shoes.

put on some tunes, and take a dab.
the day was tall, hungry and sharp.
the yellow sky fogged with milk
is calling you from your bed.

open the drapes, and take a dab.
the dancing wind will have its supper
and your nose will get to drink.
the green air finds your shirt.

Its been a long life of living
so take a dab
and wake up in a new one
to take more dabs.

First breath, undressed
first dismantled-resold for parts
Critique will carry you off in a cart if you're not careful.
Because in this mean - getting meaner - world we're living in
At least thirty percent "believe" in "original sin"
An inexcusable chip of guilt predetermined.
That's twenty-five to eternity and back again.

I heard her back crack again as she rolled over.
Getting older
Imagining bolder than cross-country renegades
Left us digging ditches without a *****.
Less bounty than all of Suffolk County could prescribe
Matter of fact, may as well chew cyanide
Than choosing you want to leave this Messy Life alive.

Because you can't. No one does,
Not even those filled with holiest Love
Personally hand-delivered by idyllic "god" above.
When you learn below, you'll feel the flight of the morning dove.

The Path doesn't split with the cresting tide like the sunbeams.
or how water and sky divide
Have you ever seen a cloud go hide to die?
We ask and beg, demand the lights in the sky
To explain. Were we crafted from stitched animal parts?
Or grown from Angel Dust?

I understand well, that You were the gatekeeper of my Soul's prison. That lackluster fate it held prior to our engagement. You've released unto me the holy awareness that there were world's beneath the surface of what we believe to understand. Though you shared with me this key piece of esoteric wisdom, it seemed not so long after that you yourself had forgotten.
It is such a shame, believing yourself to be too fragile to take that ever-so-important leap of faith into the truer meaning of every single breath, and because you refuse to accept me at my word, there is a net waiting below. In order of relief of these Earthly fascinations.

If only I could prove it to you, I search and scour for a method to show the intangible, which is so easily discarded with a witty remark, a turn of the cheek, a wisp of the hair.
A brief little giggle, nonchalant enough, but which rings in my head for days, long after having last witnessed your face.

You offered me meaning, purpose, and passion. Now I live, if only, for Love. I fear I may never truly have yours, but you were there when I needed you, now I suppose I can return the favor.

A single white rose proposed as a question
Never receiving a reply, though needless to mention, in fact
Perhaps the response of her cheeks flushed,
with a dazzling toothy grin was enough,
For me, with open arms, to incline a proposed sin
In what once was a Precious Garden.
Allow me to retrace my inquisitive exposition,
Attempting to tip-toe a clog in my throat, a schism,
Sticky, Syrupy, Bittersweet
Staring off into the night sky darkness with wind whipping across the wharf
Back and Forth and Back and Forth
To try to speak, to introduce in too close quarters
Having already begun lucidly dissolving borders
Her hand brushes my shoulder, as we turn to stone.

All I see for miles is the pseudo-realistic
flashing lights and sounds of corporate interests,
Surrounding my soul. All around now, inward or outward bound?
I consult inside my mind as the sounds rebound, thought resounds.
All Over and over again.
When will this silly game of repetitively digging holes for Fame end?
Will Love answer these questions? Or am I doomed to this cycle
Of Ask, never learn, and pretend, to then, then back again?
Sorry words and sordid slurs I hate regurgitating
this useless knowledge I've collected.
Taking up space in The limitless mind.
Leaving dents in my teeth, leaving smears on masterpiece's perfection.
Moaning, groaning, "When Lord will I learn the Lesson?"