Bring me back, bring me back alive.
Cause in this feeling I can't seem to last.
Take me from death like I haven't felt the life.
Even with the light I can't seem to see what's left in this flight
But I've found in you
What holds me so high

Let's run away, even if it's only for awhile
Whatever that means
The stars and moon wait for us, guide us, if only we'd grow some feet
There is the road and there is our mind
The two don't seem to meet
The two can't be handled
So why are we even complaining?
If it isn't what we want
If it's not a reason to be willing
But even after all the thoughts we lost it all to excuses
And meant for it to have some **** meaning
We shake our heads and we nod carelessly
We live vicariously through the television actors
And believe we've gone to the moon and a million.

Drugged to the floor, but I couldn't open my eyes to make out whom it was who struck me down.
Even with all these experiences, god those failures I still cannot command this, this wretched heart whose weight lays heavier than the lies that it has managed to let spill
And whose poetry would reach my ear to steer myself farther from what I've been searching for
Even so I couldn't forget this wasn't enough and everything you gave I just wanted more
Because the hole I dug out is too big to fill and all the nothings I crammed in has amounted to what it was equaled to, this that I've been left with, what I'm happy with, is this feeling of being able to lose myself again and again to find it has been everything all along that has given me complete freedom
And in chaos I have learned that I havent been short of anything
Open my eyes wide enough I did, oh and I saw that it was I, who had given the blow

The world spins in reverse in light of the sun burning out
Slowly spinning, slipping into a state of satisfactory self destruction
No one to let it know it's waiting on doom
Or make it feel like the end is coming sooner than what is already planned
The moon continues to fade
The sea is still wading, bringing in the wait upon the sands
Not wanting, or needing, being it simply does
And everything that burns it's little light inside lives and recycles and breathes an air of infinity

99 On these back roads
Lit up empty in a city everyone knows it's name
The bitter sweet song plays on the stereo
Her voice escaped me
But I knew her words would take me on a new second
On a new road where no one knew it's name, or her name
And the mailboxes raised its flags to be emptied
Cozy tiny homes filled with families waiting to die
pouring poison down into their endless pits
Hoping one day a miracle would turn the wind the other way
They wanted a dream that lived while they were awake
That storm did come when they were held, while they were touched
How powerful, nothing they could do to leave
It drew them closer the stronger they desired to have it
And around it came with its winds, and rains and fire blew upon their little homes
Swept up into the ground broken and in need of replacement
They picked up the bits of the photo frames that held their memories
And offered up to the sky what it already took from them

I stood in the silence abiding the time until you spoke
Even needing you couldn't bring you out from where you're hiding
Sometimes the dullness of life left me feeling like I never got off on my feet
Never got to the door and never leaving
So when I called out your name no one listened
And now that I'm nailed off not a name is spoken
Then where are you, and when are you now the person that you promised
I waited so long and haven't found the thing that you left me with
I thought it was love but love is broken
An epic that everyone was involved in, no casting
So where have you been?
Not lost in the darkness
Not found in the light
Still sequestering in the beautiful night above
So slow so still in the quiet air now my love
Does the north bring me to you?
And the south back to where I laid?
Yet in the black and blue there is no sign, no shadow of where you lay.
Then where is it?
When does it?
Will it be where the unknowable plays?
Because you won't tell.
And the leaves can't say.
I'm left with everything that I want to create
But when I want nothing what is it then will I delineate?
To you about all the questions that my endless curiosities leave me every single day.

Stop, silence, let me self destruct quietly and in peace
I'm listening to the voices from beyond the clouds
They've got a thing or two to teach about life and the now
I've been struggling trying to find my way, a purpose
Sometimes their words seem worthless and poisoned
But I love it
You'll never know
Feeling like tonight won't be anything
That's close to the light
I'm standing in the shadows
Waiting for a sound to bring me out
But I'm cowarding like I can't dress myself
You're no pawn to face the queen
You're just a knight that might take the king

It's ok if you've forgotten about me, I got there first. Missed calls, texts full of apologies, never got to me. Didn't think you'd care, didn't think this would break me. God knows it did and it still does. Waiting around, waiting for something to happen. Wasting my lines and life stuck on rewind. Walked back to the past in hopes to find you. I didn't find what I wanted, now who are you? Making me feel what I've thrown away, how I love it. The way you hold so much power, over me, overly weak. Biting my nails, thinking about what to say, nothing comes out. Pure surprise, I didn't think so, not the way I bite bullets when I speak. I smile when you say, when you mouth the words, I love you. It's a beautiful lining, silver and cold, shoot me down. I was desperate, urging you to carry on with what I've got to lose. Everything and nothing, I surrender, let me plunder. Into the deep depths of your strange soul. I am forever enticed, forever lost in everything I haven't said before. Now here I am, confessing my thoughts, my magic to you I bow. There's nothing anymore I hold onto, there's little I say holds me down. The world is a speck and I'm floating beyond, in the space between you smile back. And a thousand tons hits me in the chest. So who are you and where are we? Isn't it strength that you stole?

The girl, she smiles from ear to ear
Got nothing on her mind
Except the time on her feet
Every step another embrace
With life
With earth
And her heart

Have you ever
Smiled and cried?
Like no one could understand
But you were so happy
What the **** did it matter?

Living in a world full of people trying to make it, unrequited, believing in a dream you need to be asleep to see and believe. Can you believe it? No, I don't just have a couple repeated words for your zombified mind. Sit down, stick around and listen awhile. Everything you see isn't always which it seems. Problems of the world become the product of the world. This is where the profits made, money towering from the sadness you think you've saved. Simply donate a buck, whatever you can and never see it again. Still the stories of ******, suicide and the great divides carry on to keep you scared in your homes where you spend your days dreaming of what you could be, what would've been and what you should've done. Everything's alright. Everything's ok. Everyone's alone screaming for connection on the radio can't you hear their sad song but all you want to do is sing along. Still fading away, escaping what we're too scared to face, because we have our fancy cars, and our hip jeans, in our knee high leather boots, downing our premium aged poisons, and living our plastic prosthetic dreams. There is no poverty. There is no war. There are no deaths. We simply want more, more lies, more fight, more blood and more *** to keep us wanting more love, more hate, more loneliness down the road, we make until we can take no more and we're looking into the hole of a .45, pray Jesus lord and blast our brains in an old beat up FORD. This is not a negative broadcast, this is reality trying to reach you, trying to teach you to see that it begins with me, me who wants what he cannot obtain, me who loves but hates at the moment of change, me who wants to belong but does everything to stay far away, me who cannot forgive because the emotional pain is too much to feel again. It is truly a hard concept life. This material world. These material boys and girls. Draping on whatever extra layers they can to gain attention, to be a little more accepted yet it is who, themselves, they cannot love because who, we strangers, they cannot impress like their idols they so obsessively crave and praise

Is this where we run faster chasing all that we dreamt of?
Acting like actors who can't lose the stage.
Unafraid of making unimaginable mistakes.
Learned and lost through trials of let downs and late night outs
Found peace in that unforgettable moment for it to slip away
Telling ourselves our dreams are made to stay but forced to fade
The truth comes often in the time of need although unwanting
Who we are no longer matters what mask we wear is what's more important
So when the truth reveals wait for everything to burn to the ground
We say we don't know love and sometimes it just isn't enough

It is in that spending time that that particular experience comes around the bend that wakes an ability or transforms the self to a higher state of understanding; no longer blinded by casted veils of tyrants and rulers. Awake to all the atrocities that is human made. And only by collective conscious awakening shall the walls of the kingdom be open to all. Spread on positive word. Spread on love of who you are. There is no real freedom until we all are free of this social class construct. Life cannot flourish with a leech tightly attached to the divided heart. Make whole. Journey to completion. Be ever growing.

I'll have to make you
Or politely invite you.
I never do the second one first
I'm impatient, I'm kind in low degrees
Shapeless and intangible
Mold me with your words
I can fill your pores
Take you on a trip you'll never ask for
More of me in your cup
I am full and I will bring you what you need
You're simple pure and with core
I will darken your waters
Tempt your soul, cross over
Your desires, your truths they melt together
In this world of forever never
In a universe of forever ever

The world is my beautiful prison, it's locks of untimely beauty,
It's bars of branches and cemented pathways, darkness never really comes, street lights pave the way
This kingdom reigns; it's a system engrained into every new child
Living into the wild discovery of traps and deceit pulled in by sensational waves, appeal of aesthetics and energy burning along the sensory nerves of an *****
We don't escape this shell; always coming back new in despair and mystery
Living through misery and pain
And stripped down to the very basics of what a soul can be
In this damning biological body
Our spirit continues to stay mortal
Are we ready to be let outside?
it's been too long, it's been such a long time; let the memories come home.

A prison planet veiled by an electromagnetic net,
Inducing amnesia, erasing past lives, millennia of experiences and replaces the mind with robotic self destructing thoughts built to keep the slave system ever going
Encaging souls to never be free from this biological prison
Shells recycling through, now the idea of reincarnation finally is put into clear view
Born again to lie wait in the hellish purgatory asked to enter the light
The light is the trap
The light is what brings you back to the Earth, the dumping ground for untouchable souls.
For souls always slaving for eternity.
Then what is the way out,
The way out is where?
Where is that we belong?
Why are the questions too unreachable?
And when I float on,
Will I be erased again and placed back into the stream, the norm, the low class untouchables?
Is there no way to be truly free, to travel the universes without the fear of capture.
I am at ends looking for the start but where the start begins is something I truly do not understand

flat out, untouched,
abiding until the moment a hand
goes to pick you up,
their liquid waste, an accidental spill
fills your cotton pores
not even a polite question
"Can I use you, napkin?"
Or a delighting gesture; to use you once more
and more and more and more
but to crumble you, to grasp you and let you
ease into belonging; no longer disposable
though it doesn't last, you float through the air
into a pile of 20 second paper napkins
to find the lid is more compassionate
then those distant lines that seperate
the fingers into sections
it hides you from rejection

I was trying to change you, yeah I was
To push you around, like a dog, like a cat
like an animal cause I think you should be made into a mat
Oh, but I wasn't, I didn't mean to bite you so mean
But I am an animal, a diabolical creation too
So let us growl and bare our teeth
Let the blood pour down onto our feet
Wait, just stop, I back down you can push me around
I like the violence, the impact of your hate
on the things that I've become as of late
So could you give me a tissue now?
I would like to wipe the blood from my mouth
Let's play nice, let's hug it out
But I can't, I want, the change, it creeps me in underneath your skin
you can't wait, you send an invitation
Taste a bit of your poison, hanging from your fangs
I reach in and I'm down your esophagus
I nestle and I begin to digest into your vessels,
And I feed you my evil, this courage you crave
undeniable.

I may now possibly believe
but I'm still on the fringes of doubt.
What will push me off the edge?
What will pull me back onto the ledge?

I don't know if I heard your voice
not through my ears, no, I don't know
it's a confusing mess, no less
but it's worth the time I invest

they call you by all kinds of names
they say you've handed over your words in a book
how can I find you on my own?
with all these obstacles that I am shown?

believe in a world free of money
then we can envision ourselves with freedom
and unity
we've given up the gold and silver standard
allowing the bankers to make wealth from thin air
so the mind controlled drones work without a care
continuing to build a society's infrastructure cracking,
and breaking under a weak foundation
they dehumanize through disassociation
and patch it up with television and food free of nutrition
so can we imagine like John Lennon?
wake up and question this money and it's evil that's spread into the world
wake up and start taking action
because our world is young and dying
we are young and dying
still enslaved to the paper money
still controlled by stupid government policies
still imagining and still dreaming
still afraid and still confusing
won't we ever open up our eyes?
to die happily old and asking not for youth
but for the next lives to start
and leave behind a loving world for the future hearts

she cups something in the cradle of her shivering hands
a piece of body warm candy, cellophane crumbled up
a neon quilted paperclip, a wilted tulip
the stars, the moon, the quivering of the rocking fan
the warping granite, the pastel green lawns, the cars that sped along
she wore a feline attire, whiskers drawn on the curves of her cheeks
she held out her secret, the one she kept close to her feet
while she stayed low to the ground, safe as she hounded out,
"this is my stuff, my stuff you see,
but it is for me, for me, only."

Lets start somewhere new
or somewhere old where its long since we've been to.
Let it be where the lightest bright is ever lasting.
and the night is dawning, dawning but never coming.
We'll tread our luggage and our empty shells to find new stories for the telling
Kiss the road and wish it for safe traveling.
We'll leave old hopes and mistakes to rot
that had pain us through which a time we had fought.
Though unknowning of the sights to see
Excitement is growing, growing deep with glee.

I lost my sanity to you.
Nothing that I could remember
Would restore me to the boy I once were
and bestow to me again my baneful innocence.

My mind was lost to you.
Something I remembered the other day about that day
Though it was much too late
and I never was your preference, my, what ignorance.

You robbed me of a ***** here
And bolts and hinges from every inch of tiny little squares
You stole away, wrote yourself off
and sweetheart, you rebuilt me
I was never more free.

Trip over the high density of our constant lies
We're all out to break and hurt the non-elite
Words and phrases they never meant a thing but to lure you in
This facade of love that we send soldiers like cattle
Down an assembly line to build and protect
A fake America, burning towers tumbling down
Bellowing the sweet sorrows of victims
Whose screams we replay the audio over and over
To divert you from seeing the real culprit  
We are sick minded human beings with the thirst for enemies
We'll kiss everyone we meet on the cheek
And continue to fake what we tell you we'll be
We prefer a stabbing to the back
Never a full frontal attack
And we have puppets
We'll always find someone to replace the current like the forty four before
The people's memories will fade and burn like corpses caused by the Enola Gay
We''ll drop a bomb to wipe out everything mankind has worked for
Because in the end we do not need peasants
We have everything and everyone else has absolutely nothing
And 99% will lay to waste and ruin in the ruins we leave to burn
We'll pity so we can mislead to false hope
Send small portions of rations to schedule feeding underlings
Flouride in the drinking water to better control
Corruption in the oval office classified, uncovered, never shared
Always kept underwraps, never revealed just a hoax.
Lips to ears do the whispers carry.
A promise for a better tomorrow but a date will never be set for peace
So we keep telling you that it only gets better
And we'll think apologies fix everything
Truth is we meant nothing in the first place
Because we'll keep remaking mistakes that we apologize for
Misery is our job
Eating and breathing and surviving on the pain of lower humans
Like clothed animals rampaging through a corrupt society
So we'll let the people let their guard down for a quick second and us, vultures
Will devour them quick in that moment
To find you are empty inside,
We've starved you of what you've needed
Because all along, and everything we've ever done
we never realized once you've all revolted
this 1% would surely fall to pieces.

Stop looking, maybe try harder and you'll stop looking
You're right in front of you but you always look through
Right on through and you forget about yourself
Leave yourself to handle all the messes and all the lies
They pile right on top of each other and breed up the flies

Oh, child what is wrong with a little commitment?
Stop running, slow down a bit and you'll stop running
You make yourself, you break you down
To the bare and naked truth, you'll find yourself out
And you'll learn that there isn't always time to pout

There will be moments to thrive from the fall
Stop changing, be who you are and you'll stop changing
To edge of the world you'll stand and look over
And you'll see that it goes round and round
You'll never escape it just dance to its sound

Stop fighting, put down your weapons and maybe you'll stop fighting
Why is there a need for you to make enemies?
The power is dangerous once you've achieved it
You’ll seek it, it’ll destroy you; it’s the inevitable truth
Before you know it, it's got a hold of all your youth

a brown cardboard home
underneath a busy bridge
I hear the passing by of tied men and pumped feet
popping against the rough cement
the whirl of the wind curling in the arch of an underway
cuts the air through my ragged clothes
not a car zooms by these lonely days and nights
I am safe but I am not happy nor sad
I do not feel shame and I am not proud
the smell of the gutter spill from the city above
I take a liking in its never changing smell
only the river waves sing me to sleep
I veer out into the foggy streets
Not an eye sets its stare upon me
Only those curious enough to drop a bill or two into my water cup
that I hold out to the sky when it starts to rain
the river's poison I've seen a man die in it
the river runs wild I lost my tattered shoes to it
been starving for weeks
hoping that the trash man drives by soon
he'll drop some litter and I'll be rummaging
my stomach will hurt for days but I am satisfied
my body keeps running
and here in this brown cardboard home
I never gave to the ideas of
doubts,
regrets,
greed,
happiness,
love,
ambition or dreams.
I slept and I awake
I don't feel and I'm undead.
I'm torn but I piece myself together
I never understood why but why I feared that this might end
and someone might take me
and put me somewhere new
some place where I'm shaven and cleaned to the teeth
fingernails and toes
given new itchy clothes
and a shiny pair of shoes
I'll be looked to improvement,
pressure to make progress
progress to make good change
stress to bottle my mind full of senseless thoughts
to **** for peace
to work for paper
to follow rules the lawmakers do not follow
to dream but never achieve
I think I will go back to my little cheap motel,
the brown cardboard love,
the home made from less than a single tree
and I will be merry
to know I don't need those toils
I'll spend my day worse than dirt,
soiling my life free of turmoils.

a mother caught a cheating husband.
a few minutes walk from their home in a high glass building.
from below she knew which apartment it would be
a green light shined from a Victorian lamp
which she had gifted the thieving *****.
as she ascended, the start of that beating drum
thumped loudly with every step
through the empty corridors
she held her ear at every red frame
for his voice of treason
and on the seventy fifth floor
at the eight hundred eighty eighth door  
she listened on
heard voices unthinkingly in love
her heart could not bare what her ears had heard
her joints and elbows contorted inward
towards her chest where she beat it madly with her fists
she slumped all the way home
plotting a demise for he and she
allowing malevolence to poison her good hearted soul
she thought of a way to get rid of them both
climbing an endless staircase dark and poorly lit
cries and tears of a joyless woman unrequited
passed her children without a momentary glance
not a wave goodbye
no more kisses goodnight
from the rooftop
passed the eight hundred eighty eighth door
she found her cure
she leapt as she stared out into the sky
and not a tear no more she will cry

Waited for the right moment to let this go.
Didn't know I was going to end up turning on the wrong road.
Running away from all the things left unsaid.
Broke the pen caught up in the ink that bled.
I'm chasing a star in the sky that may no longer be there.
There's a connection, a thread that's drawing me in.
I am a fish bound by natural attraction
and hooked by a mindless decision.
This is the way I am
Do you prosecute me so?
I remain seamless and you've got me for sure.
Trickery is to be at hand and that hand you hold so high.
Hold me high to let me fall.
The ground broke the crash landing.
How heavy that burden were to be if dropped on your shoulders.
It would be justice for me to see you crumble, to see you small.
But I am not going to let these regrets drown me.
I am putting this past behind me so that I can untie myself from the ground
And float on, baby I need to float on.
I may think of you from time to time.
But I'm on fire and I have no one to put me out.
So I'm waiting on time to burn me down.
To ashes and from the ashes I will arise with change.
When I'm done you're to be sure to remember my name.
I have to let this all go.
And this is the best time for the show.
So when my mind turns fragile be the last touch to spiderweb the cracks until it finally shatters.
At peace I will be.
At last finally at last at peace I will be

Sorry I was too cold too barren too early too young
Now I've got me an ice gun
Apologies for you being too angry too chaotic too quick too soon
You don’t make sense
Never did the stories but time well spent
Sorry I was too impatient too outspoken
Apologies for you never listening and always understanding
Gratitude for you who learned neither the sun nor the earth was the center much too late
Condolence for you who learned not to share and became too greedy
Sorry I became lonely
Sorry I made fake
Sorry I wasn’t happy
Sorry I’m not very sorry
I keep apologizing but I’m not acting truthfully
Sadness and anger and joyous for wordplay
Too human not enough animal
Too complex not enough basics
Tell me this and I’ll ask you to think about that
You said sorry you’re were too philosophical too sympathetic too much too often
I replied don’t worry you’re exactly who I thought you would be
Too self centered too filthy and too rich
Uncaring and relentless too powerful and never the switch
I asked for equality but you said you were sorry that goal is too out of reach
Too futuristic too immoral never to be enough
That that work be left for God it is too pure and too good
Humans possess all the evil and no just so there can never be peace
So tell me when does torture become too inhumane?
Too much pain and never enough questions or answers to give
Answer me not with black tongue but truth and honesty.
I am not a child once was though still deserving of maturity
But you never gave me any said I was too innocent still blossoming
Fed me lies about people I needed faith to believe in
Sorry I was too smart too witty to follow in your steps
Apologies for putting this burden, these words to your chest

Today wasn’t the day to carry
My head’s weighed down heavy
Pulsing in a burden calling distress
I have mistrust, lust in a love that never was
No, it isn’t what I needed or what I need
Love is a lie my parents couldn’t try to hide
Or any others or even on the greener side
I know I got me, alone I can suffice
Now I’m wandering away, walking
In the blacked out day I’ll be calling out, “don’t you wait”
We’ll never know love if we don’t learn how not to take
And have much more left to give, never hate
I thought I might have been ****** to a hole
A self dug darkness
But I found a way out and
I discovered me, myself, the one I need
Today was yesterday and tomorrow every day
And I’ve got to learn nothing stays the same
Not the heavy
Not the weighed
Nor the burden of a horrible day

I dreamt you weren't alive, I didn't mind.
I, I realized you were out of life, out of time,
Of this history from which you have moved on.
Now your ashes in a sacred place, the home you called your peace.
But you know, you're scattered everywhere in my climb.
And maybe this imaginary line will lead me back to you
Is it a circle or does it have four right angles?
Does it remain expanding or can't we cross it?
This universe, are you in it?
Because I wish you were here
And wish I knew where it is that you were
Give me some answers.
Let me know if you're free, unrestricted of a body
This casing it's not built correctly or at least that's what they've got me to believe
Should I be lost without you?
Because everyone's still trying to find a way
And I'm wondering if they're asking their grandmama
Or their papa, or their long lost partner
These same old questions
I wonder if their God understands because mine is nonexistant
He does not listen
Nor does he appear in my dreams
I had a nightmare, and you were there.
You said, don't dream if you don't dream to care
We'll dream anyway, I said, we just have to be forgetful
Because everytime I see you I always remember I love you

Dreaming on his death bed,
Looking like a dead man.
All the mourning faces,
Come to see him; He's vacant.
Had a knack for artists,
Paint something for the supremicists.
Their minds lack imagination.
He can be the one to blame.
Push him into leadership.
He will serve poison dishes,
and **** the competition.
Then he'll be a betraying motivation.
How could he be pure if he is forced to sin?
He is a dead living *****
Waiting for his time to rot
He'll stand still and the world will continue running
He's here
All of you looking down on him
He's inanimate
His eyes shut by shy hands
And multiple hands and lips
close to pray.
Many feet follow in unison.
Pay their respects.
Then leave in scattered steps.
Everything in death.
May be in comparison.
Kiss him goodbye.
Promise him he won't fade from your mind.
Cause senselessly
He fought
He died
Now he wishes his family could forget

Who knew love could wrinkle so fast.
Contending for first but ending at last.
Who knew someone’s promise was only a day’s story told
Where you’re wrong you’re always sold
Finding the perfect ones who weren't perfect at all.
End up tripping, victim to the fall.
To the love that clouded vision.
Taking away from a true mission.
Losing yourself in the chaos of miscommunication.
Never feeling enough appreciation.
Though you persevere and you pull through.
You find yourself and a new someone finds you.
Let the universe decide.
You are its contents, it is where you reside.
The clouds disperse, life dies and begins again.
Love is pleasure but don't forget the pain.
Be in love, be who you are.
Don't get consumed, always be aware.
You're no mistake.
Don't be a fake.