Darling,
     I feel more punk rock
     when I'm without you

Like I want to destroy something beautiful
     or break the first rule of Fight Club
     to summon you back to me

But temptation's a *****
     like destiny

The only things that are true in life
     is that it's stranger than fiction
     like synchronicity
     or our souls' electricity

Princess,
     Give me a task
     to earn the privilege
     to transcend the right time
     and the right space
               of your day.

She's a wildflower
     A daisy in the chaos of the ironic forest preserve

Where they tear down trees
     For new parking lots
     Seriously.

Looking pretty among the mayhem
     Her mind

I'm thinking there's self-destruction about her
     Or she used to
    
Something I can muse too

Did I say too much?
     I'm just as broken
     tearing me inside out exploited
    
But she'd rather favor vivisections
     To rid her of her soul's infection

Her body
Her weapon
Her choice

Horizontally
Up and down
Her arms

Raised up
like she's giving up
     Or she wants me to take her shirt off
     Both are the same

She bows down to me
     reaches for my belt
     and asks me to save her

"Darling, it's your story.
Only you can save yourself.
All I can so is support you in the fight.
and remind you,
it's not done."

I caught her
telepathically feeling me up

From across these parking lots
where I always find myself
stalling even when I'm not parked

Her eyes were like darts
to my sacral chakra
She must have felt the spark
igniting my erogenous area

Now her soul's on fire

Just how she imagined it
To be devoured eternally
To have the life ****** out of her
To feel the little death
Rebirth her senses

It was all in her head
just how I imagined it.

In an eggshell    
          The universe gives birth to itself

She purrs her r's to ****** the cosmos
     With a spell of linguistics

That we're all humming along to

I'm speaking in tongues
     Bowing down in worship
     vibrating the outside of my mouth

This is the new sensation
     Her aura's stimulation
     Like she read me like a book

Once she felt my touch of grace
     Convulsing hips
     and transcending taste
    
Some paradise of infinity lost in karma's translation
     Where we all come back around together
     Until we're light again
    
somewhere
     in time

She bursts

I stared down fine art to bring her back
    Big banging our broken hearts
     back to the start of stars aligned
          before we were gods
          before the chaos
          
     Scrambled back        
In an eggshell

Woke up from the American Dream
     Hungover
     Hellbent on reality

After I saw the worst minds of my generation
      Destroy with their madness
      Rather than exploit their demons

They shot them in the heart with anti-depressants
     and let them wake up
     dead to ambition

They prescribed me like you
     Withdrawal made me like me
    
GOD MODE ON

Just reach for the sun we're touched by
      Fire in the mind.
      Controlled flame

I am American Madness
     Mommy's little monster gone manic
     Mood swinging from the right intentions

I am American Madness
     Jumping this shark with the high horse I rode in on
     Saving my country from soapbox to soapbox

I am American Madness
     The revolution in our minds manifested
     standing up for something un-televised

The psychos in sheep clothing
     Lycanthropy at the right time
     Letting out our own Howl

Standing present
       Our hands are red white and blue in guilt.
       With the ghosts that we're dragging from past lives

Tearing the throat out of
        the things we can run
                but can't hide

Fighting off our demons
      Transmuting the nightmares
      Caught in the American dream catcher.

We could be the champions of the oppressed
      Crossing the first threshold
     We all come back around together

© kenHeike, 2k13

Remember when we used to sleep above the covers?
     We would keep warm at night
     Just holding each other.

Since you're gone,
      Your body's been replaced 
      with a body pillow at surface level

Now I've got no one to sing to sleep
Now I've got no one to muse my demons away

Now I'm just dreaming of waking up 
     in body bags anymore
     
Cold and next to nothing.

What scares me the most is, 
     I wouldn't call it a nightmare