There's a revolution at our fingertips.
Their lies won't be televised
like they were there
seeking out the unjust seekers of light

The world's on fire
We purge the dream destroyers

and collect their blood
as souvenirs
on a slide

My friend the bartender
sports short shorts
and I can’t keep my eyes
off her little
purple ******* peeking along
the cusp of her waist
where olive skin and fabric contact

I can’t maintain eye contact
without fashioning her as an object
this little angel dancing
on the head of a pin

Or ******* symbol
when I let the id win

3 beers and 2 shots in
don’t blame me

I just turned 30
and this little goddess
just told me
my tab doesn’t exist

She just walked around the bar
wrapped her arms around me
and whispered in my ear
“Happy Birthday, kid"

We were the ones
lost inside ourselves
ruminating pasts
presently breaking out
A shift in consciousness
we are right here now

Beating at our chests
Bleeding out the truth
We'll show them what we're made of...

Stars
Align in our eyes
tuned into the skies
where we used to be
outside the physical frequency
Now our souls emanate the writers plane

Rise up
that burning inside
set fires with our minds
immolate the world
just to watch it burn

Everyone else will take pictures of it
tuning themselves out
turning themselves in
uploaded sell outs to the ether

We're the heart arsons
coming back to the scene
spontaneously combusting out
a new beat.

Ground control
     to impulse control
          are you in control?

What's your frequency?
     Whats your vibration?

Your resonation
     has resigned
          from the radar

Too many astral planes crashing
     Lost like a sacrifice
          to the island
          of isolation

My mind's a loaded weapon

Too many triggers
     to finger
     BANG
     temptation

This is lust
     for little deaths
          of inspiration

This is dreams of debauchery
     This is the self-prescribed
     nightmare of reality

Waking up to hangovers
     from a rope
          in the basement

“Burgundy sounds more poetic than maroon"
You say, in regards to your sweater.
-I’m just romanticizing it
tossed across
my room

As you push me
to the mattress
and strip me down
passed skin and bones

back to the vibrations
of my soul

Humming along,
are you a muse
or a siren song?

Are you rebirth
or are you just
another little death
of inspiration?

So fleeting.

I hate when you’re leaving,
because it leaves me longing
and pathetic

I’m just the impulsive one
with the most grandiose dreams.
Like I wanna give you everything
from the depths of these
****** up fantasies
With the most
golden ******* intentions

Because you’re the reason for
the ringing in my ear
when I feel like I’m onto something

The reason that the season
starts to make me feel better

So can you just stay
while I romanticize
your sweater?

We weren't sick
   Until the doctor prescribed 
     Our lives away 

     I wasn't crazy
   Until they shamed me 
For opening my mind

You're not God
   Until you realize 
     *We're everybody

Patriot punks
   want liberation

Then they sold us freedom
   that wasn't free

They told us
   we had to fight for it.

You’re no Harley Quinn
But you romanticize mental illness
Like a comic book villain-
It’s comedically tragic
To play with the full deck
Devoid the Joker

The worst part about mental health
Isn’t keeping it a secret
It’s just the revolution glamorized
To sell you more ****;

Eyes,
Hers
Don't stare
Down
My destiny
Like yours
know

Hands,  
Hers
Don't hold
Fast
My hope
Like yours
are home

Heart,
Hers
Doesn't impulse
Sync
My heartbeat
Like yours
metronomes

You're more than your eyes
and the galaxies beneath

lusting for supernovas
in the face of the goddess
you need to resurrect
rise up and see
beyond
sight

or scientific mutations
beauty is a distraction
it draws the face of the masses
down to a religion

You're the new deity
in my minds eye
transcending like an iconoclast
throwing a wrench
in the status quo

and slitting the throat
of the exploited symbols
flashed between shifts of consciousness

We met on the shores of our subconscious
in oceans of cerulean
Red hair with a curl
like the first song I ever learned

I heard you on high like an angel
Or was I just high?
You were still an angel.

It was always the music
that brought us together
beyond sight
you were my favorite sound.

Would you be my
final girl
like Sidney Prescott?

I wanna
hear you scream
sweet
psychosis

Folie à deux
do you feel
the madness too,
now that
the mask
of sanity
is slipping?

Wearing
the sins
of man
like an overcoat
for the
over-dramatic
reveal
in the final act

Sometimes,
we need to go
a little mad
Or find ourselves
serving the
shadow
in a
tempter tantrum
of
bloodlust
for a
love loss in a
coup de grâce

Before you deliver
that final blow
and render me back
conscious

Deleted from existence
     You ended all your processes

The blue screen of death
     depression's screen saver

I just wanted her heart
to melt in my hands

But she was a steel beam
and I was jet fuel.

She creates,
      She destroys;
Her body,
Her weapon,
Her own ******* choice.

Checking on old friends
in a new year-
means getting met
by a Memorial Page

Remembering you
Getting blazed listening to Cudi
While we turnt up and laughed as our friends ****** in the next room;

In the pursuit of happiness, you were gone and forgotten too soon
Until social media flashes memories
Between things it tries to sell me
And this legacy-
It’s that time of the year I’d be at ISU
getting high with the Man on the Moon

Living with a too late afterthought -
I should have been there for you
Life gets in the way
What can I say
I’m always on my own *******
I’m sorry if I ever let you down
I just wish I didn’t find out you were dead through Facebook;

It’s a new year of isolation
Check on your ******* friends;

We live in an era of sociopath glamorization,
virtually devoid of empaths.

Welcome to the Evil Empire-
but first,
let me take a selfie;

A little death
    begins at the end.

Do I sink,
Do I swim—
In dem eyes of Lake Michigan?

I got my hopes up again
Tryna stay afloat
While the world ends
So I’ll build a raft of
empty prescription bottles
And ride it out in the plastic sea

Let it engulf me

Beach hazards statement-
I’m coming alive again
I’m done asking the current to pull me in

I’ll leave the call of the void on read

While The waves are thrashing
At the sea wall

So just pin me up
against the lighthouse

And whisper me
sweet static nothingness

I’m coming
I’m coming
I’m coming alive again

Beach hazards statement-
You make me wanna give a **** and mean it

We woke up on
Subconscious shores
Wind whipping sand in our face

You’re hushing all my little wars
Holding tight in your embrace

Staring into me like
Life imitating art Defines catharsis

you’re the muse in
my mind’s moshpit

You’re the last
punk rock princess

Blowing out the speakers
In another castle

In your old skool vans
And your mc5 shirt
Leopard nuanced
Leather queen

The madness
To the meaning

Let’s get hyper real
In the surreal cerulean

So tell me,
Do I sink do I swim
in those swirling galaxies of Lake Michigan?
Cause I don’t even think about the end
Just an abyss of
Fear and desire conflicting

Just pop this Quetiapine
And it's quiet time for me
I just wish you wouldn't choke me to sleep

If all the world’s a stage
then anxiety is a crisis actor

The trickster archetype
typecasting all my critical thoughts as truths

Into a monster of the weak
rogue gallery
of self-destructive episodes

Maybe it’s the lack of SSRI’s
but SI be like:

Since they slashed and burned
half the forest preserve
maybe you should slit your wrists
and self-immolate in the center of it;

Maybe you should spill
your guts like seppuku
at the center of Daley Plaza
underneath The Picasso
outside that Shepard Fairey exhibit
(Provocateurs; Block 37)
Call it an art instillation

If all else fails, I’ll just throw myself in front of a Tesla on the North Shore

Dear Miss Beauty Queen
Americana Daydream
Goddess to be honest

Wrapped in a crown of Midwest Mindset
I wanna be enveloped in the hope that you project

From your lighthouse
You beacon
You glow-up our city

Hey rising sign,
I wonder what it’s even like
To be in the shadow of the light that you shine

Libra Ascendant,
You’re just so **** inspiring
Like how Lake Michigan seems never-ending

Je nes sais quoi—
I’m just tryna find the right words for you

Arranged on your apartment floor
Weaving worlds
Into a collage of celestial imagery

I'm Stargazing into your galaxy eyes
Watching them burst and come to life
As you tell me all your big big plans
We all know that you ate
What if we’re great?

I swear to Goddess
You’re like a bad ***** Disney Princess IRL
Musing these dreams to take flight
with a little faith, trust, and some of your pixie dust

At the center of our city
Your heart is the art of the war
Dear lil Miss Helen of Troy-
You’re more than the reflection
of the ones that love you—
You’re how the light shines back

Spinning broken mirrors
EARTH THE POWER
Back from the ones that took your grace for granted…

JE Ne sAis quoi,
I'm just tryna find the right words for you...resilient

Every kiss begins with chaos
Before we collide
Our unquiet minds
On to the mattress

We made this bed
To bash our brains
of imagination

Where you steady me
slit my veins
and feed on the electricity

Are you turned on?

Tune in,
and drop out.
This is a high
without the drugs

Darlin'
be a little more reckless
Wrack your mind
and embrace the transgressions

Whisper to me,
let your soul start *******

sweet static nothingness

Licked from the goddess apocalypse
to the tips of our
touch
****
and release

It's such a ******* relief.

Reorganized minds
mend the missing peace
between the reverberations
of our heartbeats
beating the path
down the rabbit hole

Don't you want to come with me?

You keep telling them how woke you are
     Wish you’d smash the snooze

9 minute rhetoric In reverie-
Peel your eyes from the screen
Enlightened by one source
it’s their truth written
All
Over
Your
Face
And you say you won’t wear a mask;

we used each others bodies
for the sake of art
let's not get pretentious
a lil rebellious

you're so punk rock
Like every meal is breakfast
coffee eyes
and
coffee lips
Sealed me in
2 money shots of
double sugar,
     double c.r.e.a.m.
c* rules eveything around me
You’re a such a
sweet heart Attack—
At the heart of the war
You weaved the guts I spilled
     Into weapons

My heart is an abandoned mosh pit;
I miss you beating the **** out of me in cadence-
some sonic *******
thrashing through the motions
moaning the music through my body electric
with liberation lashes enlighting me up.
I miss leaving mused and abused
dripping of our sweat-
Left writhing and pulsating in an echo chamber screaming my lungs out pretending to sing along with you-
working every ounce of energy out of me until you’re fulfilled
and I feel less vacant;

Virtual pandemonium
In the terrordome
Of social anxiety-attacks
Of one truth shared more than the other
Smashing reacts to your
emotions of the moment
For the illusion of your audience
Written all over your face
Wrapped like a mask
Of a faux influencer
Speaking of change-
fashioned but never took action.
Now history is a broken record
Looping a distress call thru
The ether.
All the worlds enraged
And you’re just a crisis actor

We met the night I broke sobriety.
You became something more Than a birthday kiss on the cheek.
Now I'm suffering hangxiety,
I just wanted to make you feel something
In all the places of your self
That you keep numb and weak.
Post-traumatic flashes,
I wake up to an empty mattress,
Alone with my hand in your *******,
feeling up the ghost of you—Tucked between subconscious sheets
While just you smash snooze until early afternoon, Just Waste away the day,
Just so you can miss the kaboom
When this blows up in my face
(That's the prank.)
LOVEBOMB AND DISCARD
You’re gonna burn out hard Sweetheart 🖤
CUT AND RUN,
YEAH DIG THE DAGGER DEEP HON
Make me feel like I deserve this
cause I gotta be a ******* *******,
To keep kissing your whip—
YOU ONLY TELL ME YOU LOVE ME
WHEN YOU’RE NOT SOBER
Some drunken emotion,
With the truth covered over,
YEAH SLUR IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT
then on with the silent treatment.
This might go on for weeks,
Until I'm vulnerable and weakened—
Then you’re feeding me toxic breadcrumbs
Of dopamine and oxytocin.
YOU’RE SPITTING HOPE IN MY MOUTH LIKE I’M A BABY BIRD STARVED FOR AFFECTION!
Oh Now the verbal abuse has begun, so I'm gonna take a step back from the barrel of your gun—

I don't know if you're hearing me
or thinking bout how to bite back—
but you really NEED THERAPY
and I think that you already know that.