The Sirens are in love with me.

I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.

The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.

The Sirens send backup.

A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.

The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.

The Sirens reach their destination.

A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.

I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.  

The Sirens have won.

Unholy methods to
Keep me from
Contacting old souls
Is keeping me alive

The beginning
Feels unbearable

I miss the years
I didn't have

Scriptures dealing with
Nostalgic by yours truly.

We were ticking away
Never minding the essence of time
Spacing and returning frail memories
Crushed my innards

Mentioning losing you
Really occurred

I broke the backbone
Of our suspense before
The leaves transported
Us to the post future

Moderate thoughts typing away
Observing the cracks opening
Up in my palms,
Separating the lies from the truth

I'm holding onto a visual
Deep within my own breath

All promises reside
In the recycling bin
To be re-used.

A little *** and spirit
Make days tighter



Easier moments
   dense air




Heartful silence
Islands hosing negative measurements



Singing folk tales

Little organisms swimming ever so freely
Birds fly home to feed the young.
And what does this grasshopper have?
Only, but self-confidence to live another minute
Finally it all makes sense.

Consuming the uplifting beats
Produced by Killer Whales.

Casting lures in the Arctic Ocean,
Considering and contemplating.

Drinking a few cups of tea,
60 days without toxins,
Eating a few sparks of air,

Denying the soft memories
Guarding a sudden breeze
Exterminating the rancid conversation,
Painting blurry images of you
Harmonizing dead ends.

Undead thoughts breaching
The conclusions.

I see you browsing textbooks asking yourself, “Will I be thrilled defending myself?"
Others stare while you browse facts explaining your future.

I assume you’re a gypsy.
My vinyl collection has increased after you woke me up.
Every Snapple cap is being used currently.
While you slumber I’m frightened to close my eyes.

I’m a hypocrite according to myself.
Bleach the lies and the truth because you are lost in a world you’ll never solve.

These sentences are timed therefore I’ll never dream.

A few hole punchers
A bag full of oranges
A head perplexing

The king will always rule for himself
The sea turtles never lie
The miscommunication destroying chaos

“Here’s a glass of sweet tea”

Gouging out flashbacks
Purposely watching stains spread
Wishing I could count to one million

Sailing the Mediterranean Sea
Roaming The Great Plains  
Soaring above The Troposphere


“I want to feel the black and white”

I shouldn’t have eyes for you,
What ripples do you cast?

I would describe you in 100 words,
A sempiternal love elixir isn’t necessary,
I would hold the umbrella because your dry palms deserve to be held in my hand.

We could live nearby a lagoon,
The petrichor would be perpetual.  
In the off seasons we could migrate to a bungalow,
The mellifluous of the wooded area would strengthen your leisure time.
During our elder years we could rest our days away in a lighthouse,
The scenic view of the offing would be the denouement.  

Revamping the future is the main goal.

Don’t act demure around me,
Be you around me.

Soon, I will susurrus “I love you.”

Shooting up the uppers and downers
To relieve your life away

Taking care of you was your number one priority
Having your children start a new life
In suburban Ville
Only to grow into the fakes and cowards that you present yourself

The water gradually never
Being too shallow for you
The sparks and whirlpools
Surrounding this family
Engaging us in a ball of hate towards each other
Never seems to fail

Revise the shortcuts to closer ends
Grains of wood brushed upon earth.
Sponges **** away H20 to a bitter explosion.
The remarks are unbearable as if I did the erosion.
Coils twirl away after being delivered.


The Sunset would never downfall appointing us glitter.
The wonders of “it” erased invisible

Belly full of water
Brush, spit, and repeat…

Temporary painted cobweb of ******
Crust, synthetic yellow, and discomfort

Constantly sightseeing shirts I don’t own
Slim, disproportionate, and underweight

My senior-prom photos exist, still
2009, RIP: Caniglia's Venice Inn, and tie-dye.

Attachment to anything is bad karma.
Naked in the winter.

One must wait for a solar eclipse.
One must not sweep out ants
One must not expect,

The exit sign instigates the young lady.
Asceticism surrounds the skyline
Releasing waves of regrets
For all to borrow, but only should one commit to self-control.

The database system
Functions off The 5-Human Senses

Remembering the mixed tips
Always rewinding time,
To a location above myself
Draining my body fluids

My emotions far
Too extreme blown
Away casually as
If I was
Old news lingering
Upon her dresser
Underneath photos of me
Self destructing to
A pure heart

Useless time begging
Back to the present

Infinite electric waves
Bypassing hidden compartments
Surging together

Heat waves demonstrating
Truth at our very finest
Out bursting cautiously
Into a super nova

Colors exploding throughout
Our imitations
Reminding the reversal
Of times sighing…

Please forgive me.

We’ve been waiting for this
Ever so long ago it meant nothing
Counting down the days till departure
Atom bombs will arise and force us to believe in such foolishness
DMT trips will be a common thing
Nature will come more commonly than technology
The world loves to predict anything that relates to death and below
I’d love nothing enough to watch the world collapse
The human race took this above and beyond the line
I could go on for hours how we are ***** up’s
Or each line after this I could just stop for my own sake
A.D. means nothing, but Amazed Death

Begging for explosive technology
Gripping ancient ideas
Merely coordinating fresh routes

Deleting paintings to
Repaint the fire bombings on Dresden

Sweeping the dust away
Around our feet
In endless circles

Proving drowning was
Never the case
For you babe

On the verge
Of rebounding to
A plain sight

Constant reminders due
Weeks ago

Lies swarming subconsciously

Waking, rolling, and floating..

Itching, burning, and pounding..

Jogging carelessly back
To base
Was the first issue

You are the grains against roots
You are the pictures to the poems
You are the music to the seasons
Utterly mistaken for one, two years

Shifting your moves
Reconstructing images from the page
Searching new views
Resting your chin knowing
The crickets will never rest
The oceans will never forever forget you
The forest will be burnt

A paradox will be solved
For you, crashes require reboots
Setting leap year back once more

The flowers will forever
Bring you a demesne

You are a pastiche
Your voice is mellifluous
A formal fallacy resents
The starting line logically
Helping you recognize the beginning

Scorched together in between nothing
But openings inversal to space
Look around, air surrounds us and us.
Lines and lines together make up the KEY… to whom?
OFF topic to state this writing should be buried passed me
Waves of confusion fluttered in my mind full of beetles.

Pass this along to me…

Faded in vocabulary
Only she could understand

I have never seen such flawless cursive handwriting
From a being who loved Roman history

She matched accordingly to a color wheel
But her hair was drawn from an artist who has yet to reach land  

Her more attractive doppelganger floated by
Cautiously spreading rumors about her twin.

I kept in close quarters preparing for potential on the rise.

This poem has taken seconds upon seconds.

Triggers pulled
In reverse role

Dispatched from
The o-zone layer

Workin’ on to
Better this planet
For my grandchildren

We should all
Live in hot air-balloons

Holding other hands
To better the
Days out

Drifting thoughts from
The car drive to
Swimming in the river

Corals belittling dandelions
Crows eavesdropping on swans
Conversation sparking love

Daylight Savings protecting humanity
From westward expansion
Being an Absolute Truth

The strolls have become dense
And filled with tension

The clouds pestering prehistoric life
Until they awake from their graves

A prayer is spoken in public
For all forms of life,

The final stage
Is surrounded by aqua.

Word Clouds disappearing
Thoughtfully,

Fantasies pursing beyond arms reach,
I selected you.

Dimensions providing proof
Of reality breaking truth

Cyclones aiming
Carefully, heartless

Was I a repeat?

Alone, we both are,
Sitting patiently,
Waving white flags.

My mentality has reached capacity,
I’m looking for you, always.

An endless walk,
Is on my agenda.

I have the solution for us.

“Let’s just stand here for a moment and stare at the moon.”

Blank mirror images

Dreams of you love
Ravishing your love  
To me

Only expectations
Exceed reality moments

Starting fresh was
Never easy for
The both of us

You and me
Rebounding to each other
Never seemed so imperfect

Breaking the ice
Was for the
Better in all different ways

We’ve blamed each other
For messes upon messes

Time will find us.

It’s just I and I
Judging myself
One eye from
Here on out

A landscape of
My lies
In tropic cascade
Invading you for
My own pleasure

Ending badly was
Brushing upon I
I foreseen the outcome
Confused, frightened, shitless, ******* nervous,
All and all I ****** up
Ironically I knew
What I was planning
From time to come

You truly care and I didn’t
I apologize for the agony and hardships
I’ve brought upon you

This cloud will
Linger on and on to time

I’m sorry.

The late nights barely living
Breathing is only an option
Tab the next line

It was just a hug
Maze that she put me
Into and I got lost

I knew you before you existed
The beating conscious in my mind
You somehow skipped right through life

Explorers declared the voyage
A lost cause during the layout
To confront their existence’s

Opinions approached the cockroaches
Spreading the lies and truth at the same time
But, they accepted the hypothesis

Nothing really happens for a reason
It’s just more of a bluff

Rolling around the liquor
Drifting hits of LSD
Ha, I would assume so

As I steadily rush away my feelings
Down this trench full of lost lines
I look over the waterfall only to confront
The reflection that isn’t there

Finding a cure
Won’t benefit
My addiction.

Picking through
The crops isn’t an advantage,

Shuffling around urges
To dial numbers.

Latin is the cure.

This whole connection
Turned out to be a misfortune
A misfortune that I saw in my dreams

My dreams are
The only true inspiration
Drifting my life away

Always getting a
Head start on
The end

Patches of lies hover  
Overhead; turning, transforming, and ironically
Never meeting the criteria

Focusing intensively  
Never seemed
So helpless
To me

Airbrushing the ego
Rapidly before we
Overturn a mirage

Easily distracted by
Your simple flaws
Flowing against my
Own will

Consideration, participation, listening
Seemed to glow
Around your ego

Silencing close calls
To a bitter taste

Declaring outbreaks
On future opponents
Before crossing paths

Oceans collapsing
Forest fires reversing
Dirt comfortably remaining
Behind the solution.

Sky climbing is the optimum reason
I’m still reaching for the chances with you my dear

Deep cleaning the air with my lies
Diving back down towards the water zone

Casually faking what I truly meant to say
Boiling down the points to the upcoming ******

Moments lingering behind this setup
Ideas melting sliding closing shattering

Behind this glowing sunrise sets upon another sunset
Winds twisting me into an oblivious maze

Universes collide forming new breathable air
Kiss upon your forehead, is the end

Candles burning in melody
Drafts sneaking beneath the floorboards
The furnace is broken but I’ll build a fire for you

A hopeless romantic I’ve grown to become.

Every ounce of courage was brought forth,
Spilling my heart out to you.

A fool I am?
I resent nothing I’ve told you.

I’ll continue to climb for you.

To my left
Stands a plastic  
Cup of water

To my right
A wall rest

In front of myself the manifest destiny
Is looking to capitalize the last quarter  

Behind you there is a pompous *******
Reading an arbitrary magazine

Above your soft spot you'll search for gold
Below your heart you'll search for silver
Bronze was your *****
Then you discovered plastic


au revoir

Sound explanations opened up this complicated lock.
Do I know the circumstances for this delightful satisfaction?
Modest difficult thoughts pushed this innocent feeling downwards.
Gradually repeating towards the trouble-filled head
On no particular appearance she acknowledged consideration for her tears.
Somewhat this feeling sought to release uncertain of confidence.
“Lets just rummage our feelings together”

Fade away the drinks and smokes
Drink the moments till starvation foreshadows me
The remain of smoke complexes the outside mind
My realm seems to cloud exits
The rounds fire... to my Gun,


I woke up, drank my wine, and went away…

As summer falls to autumn
So does our love.
Medicines will only make me motionless.
A bottle overwhelmed with a splinter of stubbornness.
Unimaginable, nevertheless a certain carved symbol pondered upon…me.
Line six doesn’t exist.

A beam of glass
Turns into a funnel
Observing small micros
Feasting on me
While it all twirls
More into a mess

Seeing a glimpse of the plan
Was not part of the plan

Relapsing overturned the plan
Into tiny pieces of luck

Pieces of luck that
Could be used for future reference

Dark stairways dwelling down the path
Towards a broken song for the ones who believed

Jealousy overshoots the pain
Seeing a hyper reality in my reality

Time seemed flawless those distinct seconds
But yet again you vacated boldly  

I’m scrambling confidently
Through the portal
Reaching for ****** opinions

Sometimes the thought of hope belittles you

There is a solo anticipating you
There is a journey expecting you

I named a diamond after you mailed the postcard

It could always be.

Recovering from intensive
Effective breakthroughs proven
I’ve just drowned.

Water winding upwards towards the clouds
Leaves flowing with the winds distance.
She powers over the mind, body, and soul.
Delegated by how much she wants, she doesn’t over look the consequences.
Provided the children with the ordered plans
Time here doesn’t matter.

Because this place is beyond us

Truth and remorse
Will be the
Departure for you

Frightened till an
Explosion reversed
Directly into our hearts

Cubby holes filled
With leftovers of me

High hopes leaping
Over cracks of confusion
Disturbing the ship

Set fire, water down, sleep.

Syncing emotions and truth
Above your head was the realization
Behind this all

Taking time
Fully understanding
Exploring the possibilities

Shivering alone underneath
Covers wide open,
Clinching pillows till
No more is proven

Love was barely
Misting upon us…
I truly gave
You the world
Through my eyes

Outbursts forced upon
You was my
First mistake
Taking you for granted always seemed to linger there

Please take this loneliness back.

“I love you with every ounce of air I breathe.”

The cerulean dilated blue eyes



Mentioned,



Universes beneath our own

Dear, Justin Grabenschroer

We are please to inform you sir
Get out while you still have the time
Or staircases will melt when you occupy them
Doors will take you into other dimensions
Bowls of cereal will…well that’s a whole different stage you won’t want.
When drastic emergencies break out flashlights will turn on you.  

When the last standing moment comes in front of you
Don’t be startled or scream like a hooligan
When sleeping is an issue

The story ended before it started
We all knew the circumstances
For this though, we didn’t seem to understand
Columns made more sense

I believe pedestrians always have the right away
Even when traffic is changing more and more

Rain removes the lacquer of lotion from my face
Walking around the outline of dirt
No, no, no, this can’t be true
Please tell me this is a dream

Stopping is only a steady pace away from going
This letter has been delayed for some era

Finish what was never started

So shameful to be with me
I do now know the horrible piercing to my sound.
Walking it off never proved anything.
Colors fade when you color as does your face.
Sitting, waiting, for what
Everything and everyone makes me question me…
Bed sheets are nothing to everyone.

Who are you?
Look inside a little more through the exit
Breeze upon my mind until matter knows me
If you must consider me worthy
Look under the door mat,
There you will find a Rose blossoming
To its full peak, known as beauty
To consider this beauty, we step on the
Rose trying to reach its full peak
The sad beginning and the happy ending
Is all the Rose will consider

As you see
I hear you,


Millions racing over
Raindrops

Singles,
Doubles,

          "Ctrl z my dreams."

Demons praying for the
          "Golden Truth"


The hopeless will always triumph.