My dry mouth full of flames ,
Bleeding cheeks all the same.
A brain without oxygen, hardly a hallucination.
A dream without sleep
Gives Pins and needles to my
I'm listening to the Silence With half an ear.
A presence between the wall creeks
The patterns of the season
My bed is the hallway between today and tomorrow
Yesterday and Today
This one goes out to my boomchica
I’ve got something on the tip of my tongue, something
Salty and neat.
You can have the diabetic eye candy
or be well fed with soul food,
Just don’t drink the kool-aid.
I would’nt know what to say to that girl, I’d just give her a roll of duct tape and a coat hanger
That mug can sink a thousand ship
now its gone
I’ve watched it pass away
Always waiting for another day.
Am I supposed to feel something?
what am i supposed to say, does it matter any way?
its all so cliche…
There is me and all the things the worlds told me to be, not the same thing.
So suggestive and fleeting…
Why am I fighting ?
I was One-Two-Thirty Six
It happened so quick,
Did I miss it
or is this it?
Stomach pains directly connected to the interwoven circuits that are
Stopping at blind corners
Questioning the soul...
A potion of acid and cactus forms
Catching up because you woke up to late.
Now it's to late; so late that your building a statue to remember the good you see in others.
The universe is penetrating everything at the same time it's being penetrated while we all wonder what is happening?
What does this all mean?
Why are we here?
Everything is ***** and a ******, everyone is ******* everyone and everything and everyone and everything is being ****** at the same time...
Nobody gets it while the soul is in the body.
By the time the true soul leaves the said body you fools will build a statue of this body that no longer has a soul.
Anxiety equals creativity
Both invented by my imagination
So much for an omen
so much for heart to heart
A vision so abortive
blinded by eyes unable to sing out of mystery
Sometimes the mysteries
as in anticipate
or be crushed
of a flower
Go away sun
Let the rain run
The thunder will be done when it's done
Let the storm form
Puddles that will
Flood and spill
Like the blood