I like the wasteland
Frees my brain's storage space
In great big nothing
You have so much room to create
Trees and grass and houses
If that's your thing
I rather make up my own world
Listen to the whales sing to me
Through cracks in asphalt
A bubble grows
Snakes do cartwheels
I drink lava through pantyhose
I have no box to fill
No tan lines on my wrist
Wading through the portal's lagoon
Blow my paper swan a kiss
Look upon the rolling ground
It looks like moldy carpet
I hop into my taxi cloud
Get off at Martian market
Place one ear to the ground
I hear my records' rumblin' sound
Contort my body till I'm rubber
Fling myself onto another
Great big nothing

The buildings are burning down
The people are running around
But they don’t know where to run
Someone up there has a machine gun
“This is it, for the anarchists,” we say
From a rooftop far away
We take a wild guess
That soon we’ll be next
So we pinky swear to love
To never leave each other behind
Never leave each other behind
All the birds have flown away
And the stars are calling
Wonder what we would wish
If we saw one falling
All the laws are bent
So we step on them
From above in outer space
The blue must be muddled
“This is it, for all the ists,” we say
From a rooftop far away
We take a wild guess
That soon we’ll be next
So we kiss to honor love
And to never leave each other behind
Never leave each other behind

Alice looked in the mirror and saw a rabbit
Her *****, lit with curiosity, followed him down
But Alice never left
She was just a talking animal, like the rest
She killed her monkey, lost her graces
And now she rules on the other side of the galaxy
We wear her tattoos by age 10
And we sure do love Alice in the underground
The world interprets her story with wonder-
A prevailed analysis of power
But where is the truth?
Liberation has its price
Falling off the wings of an angel
And seeing God on the way down
How do you sleep at night?
I bet your dreams erase the feeling
Of feathers on a wing
And behind closed doors
They’re making deals with the universe
Maybe that’s why I’m never ok
When everyone else is smiling
She wears suede as she swallows my star
Never thought she would take it that far
Guess I’m bound for underwater things

Corona
Covered in vines
Just like the door
On this hut of death
So much fog here
I think I lost it
Try and find it
Hold your breath
Walking on stilts
In a sackcloth
I remember that
Big funhouse slide
The big fish beast
And the captain siren
They all seek advice
One eye on the oven
21st century hag
Must be worse off than
Drunk and jetlagged
Rag-doll, cheap tag
And the seven dwarfs
Have a ringleader
It gave moral faces
To forces of nature
Fulfill your future sins
Reading of gods and myths
Tell me what came first
The green or the jealousy
Corona, corona
Covered in vines
Just like the door
On this hut of death

Penetrating holograms with razorblade eyes
Cutting away all the fake and all the lies
I just called to say we could be together
Blacking out on words from tethered love letters
All it takes is your will and my volition
I promise to save you from the path of perdition
All it takes is one sign and one condition
Ignore the picture, take my hand, this is our contrition
Watch the world fall down and fall prey to the night
That erases all dreams and prayers glimmering of light
Me and you could be a pair of faces in the dark
Tripping on black holes left by disciples on tree bark
All it takes is my will and your volition
Take my hand, ignore the picture, kiss to our contrition

I followed sweet music into the mountain
I sat in the tree to try and catch lightning
But I only felt most alright
When my bed was the backseat
No sunlight, no headlights
Nothing flying by
No leaving behind what's
Trapped, still, and lonely
No looking at yellow lines
No not knowing where to turn
So takeover the helm in shifts
Ignore me and let me drift
Into somber slumbers of bliss
I'll know when I get there
Don't knock on the window
Just keep the wheels spinning below
I'll know when I get there

I bet you could sense my frustration at your hesitation
It wasn't like before...
You treat me like a pig who can't see the sky
But really I'm just a zebra with crooked stripes
You used to be like me- afraid to sleep alone
Now you're just setting traps to win the rhino's horn
Or are you the leech, with thirty-two brains
Who isn't ashamed to **** my blood for your gain
Or have you become like the common jellyfish,
Whose sting hurts like hell and who's a little heartless

Poet in a concho
Myth for the ages
Enigma luminous
Bearded electric
Did their knaves and knifes stick you
Bind you with a trial
Of all the confines and cages
Your last straw paid someone's wages
Stole your peace of mind
And various other pieces
You predicted the machines
And they surely came
Genetic disposition for
Eternal inquisition
Did you enjoy the ride
Is your theater still running
Have you forgiven Zeus
Or are you riding that lightning bolt
If he let you finish the job
Setting the world afire
I'd have loved to watch it burn with you

Boastful cat
Saturn rain
Night is dull
Dull blades still slay
City craves rustic sway
And these white houses
Are the grave
(Thunder brings a night of lust
Christmas lights are empty trust)
Should've been a raindog time
But the clouds had fate for eyes
Someone shot a feverish arrow
And laughed as I went blind

Pink room
Red womb
Blackened heart
***** spoon

Opened my eyes -- The mirror fooled and did tricks on me -- Pelicans and temporary ghosts -- Like a pleasant phantom come to visit -- Until it reared its ugly head and showed its face -- It took all my grace -- Swan lake -- Sky high -- Pace and word -- Makes clear as it distorts -- No war and peace -- Foes and cohorts -- Just everything you've adored and everything they'll abhor -- And nothing more -- Should have put thoughts on paper -- Couldn't hold a pen -- Three days of geometric chaos -- And a lifetime of no symmetry -- Should have never reentered the cave -- Shadows on the walls -- Filled with tattooed luck -- Now I'm Cecilia in a bathtub -- Waiting for the inevitable -- With demons on my shoulders -- Incubi atop me -- Genies above me -- Elves behind me -- Dirt below me -- And cult claws on my walls -- Stuck in symbol-land with constant mock cymbals -- TV laugh-track plays every step I take -- Sterile and over-sensitive -- Can't ever get numb -- Screaming babies and French sirens -- Eureka's ball court -- Xibalba's darkhouse -- Doomed to rot -- Would've aced the other tests -- Eating glass -- Metnal mental -- Raggedy Ann -- .Extravagant *** -- Yellow wallpaper on every face -- Painted blue for sacrifice -- Puppet overnight -- Trying to gut truth -- But so far the mystagogues have webbed tongues -- And the angels all have angles --

In a thunderstorm
You took my child away
Offered me a crystal ball
That turned into a snake
All you wanted was forever, you say
My eternity as queen in your dark maze
Walking through walls
And illusions by the pound
Should have known to make a left
When traveling underground
A clock with thirteen hours
And no end in sight
A reversed staircase
A devious mind-fight
Up or down
A princess gown
A rotten apple
Hypnotic castle
Everything keeps changing
Warped and rearranging
Lies that are flawless
Distorted and lawless

Your cold dead red eyes
And your skin as white as snow
Is all a pigment disguise
This much I know

Cause I refuse to believe
That your heart's made of stone
But you never give relief
For the boulder in my bones

I know for me it's an uphill climb
And well, for you, you've got plenty of time
You have the power to heal my scars and gashes
But you just sit there obliviously batting your lashes

I know your world consists of black and white
But please stay in the grey middle with me tonight
Cause a wise man once said, as his words took flight
That there's more to the picture than meets the eye

And I'm barely holding on
Like a leaf that turns to ash when winter comes
You're the virus and I'm the host
I'm the static on your A.M. radio

So I let you take over my immune system
And destroy me from within
While you ignore my heart's satellite
And change the station so you can sleep at night

I’m a liability
In uncharted territory
God only knows the damage I’d do
God only knows what I’ve been through
Will she marry an archangel
Will she drown in a bathtub
Will she ruin your garden of delights
Or discover a new star in the sky at night
Why get angry, it’s a waste of energy
Why get mad, when karma will take care of it
I’m a liability
In uncharted territory
I wish I knew the damage I’ve done
Until that day, I’ll rise like the sun

Feels like I’m fading
I’m counting the days
Till demon no more
I’ll be up in the clouds
But the same one who tempted
Is the same one who saves
Who knows where evil has its home

Feels like I’m fading
I’m counting the beads
Till demon no more
I’ll be up in the trees
But the same one who saved
Is the same one who tempts us
Tell me where evil has its home

Feels like I’m fading
I’m counting the ways
A demon can turn
Into something good
A dash of some energy
And a twist of fate
Who knows the identity of themselves?

This private mind
Too delicate for its own good
Every time a mirror's smashed
Someone erects another one
The only signs I believe
Rewinding when they couldn't see
Apocalyptic revelry
Calendar of X's
Six senses infiltrated
Still I try to see the kid in me
Make up a world of crashing down
And never ever burning
Make it in your mind enough
It will come to life enough
Existing before you came
Still there when the curtains close
But you have to keep at it
Can't let it be smashed or tagged
Keep the turkey in the bag
Cause someone's got a hammer
Maybe soon the dawn will comfort
Price to pay for fearing dusk
But if you look hard enough
A star can answer all your prayers
Dead dogs attract the best of us
The vile and the tempest-tossed
A soul flew off, a line was crossed
A nothing lay outlined in chalk
Sweaty products jutting from scissors
Sculpted by the only source
Which one are you
Which one are you
This apple tastes like a bible page
Drooping bells and cracked flowers
Show me how to disengage
Show me how to disengage

You were almost worth dying for
And no one is worth dying for
But that's the soul I'm looking for
You were almost worth dying for

You're a hungry hungry hetero
Inhaling all the weeds for the sake of
For the sake of looking free
You're a smack-dab heavy-looking warrior
Carrying a gun for the sake of
For the sake of looking like
The TV gods on the radio
Which is poisoning the waves
On the brink of flooding us
Flooding us with messages like
Wake up
Wake up
The poison is sleep
There's a reason why no one
Remembers the spine-shaking dreams

You were almost worth dying for
And no one is worth dying for
But that's the soul I'm looking for
You were almost worth dying for

They say I’m graduating to a life beyond this one
But will I start over, or repeat the third grade again
Cause we all suffer without friends, freedom or fun
And there must be something we carry over when it’s done
And my baggage can’t fit on anyone else’s shoulders
The sins we know of and the ones we forget, don’t die as we get older
The hierarchy of needs is a battle of survival for some
But will my next challenge or obstacle drop me to level one?
Will I find myself in Africa- fighting off flies and government lies?
Or will I be born in America, with the same family and troubles inside?
So the real question is, what does graduating mean?
Does it push evolvement to the highest degree?
Does it downgrade you, and send you back into the sea?
Does it upgrade you on the universal tree?
Is it all a secret process, where few have the keys?
I think next time I’ll major in theology

Today I memorized your face
But still can’t pinpoint your smile
All is in perfect symmetry
But your eyes change color
So I’ll protect you from cosmic rays
While you use infrared to see right through me
And in the audio afterglow
We’ll let the sounds and colors wash over us
I don’t want to be your passport to the afterlife
I don’t want to be the black hole in the center of your universe
I want each galactic moment to stretch on elastic
Until it’s time to say goodbye
Until it’s time to see a shooting star and wish for change
And we’ll have a casual funeral
The neighborhood kids will surround you
And perhaps provide you more comfort than I ever could
But until that time let’s savor this energy exchange
You can turn the clock of my third eye into a tree of life
And I can plant the sun and moon into your bloodshot eyes
You’ll protect me from cosmic rays
While I use infrared to see right through you
And in the audio afterglow
We’ll let the sounds and colors wash over us

Bowl full of oil
We should have been royal
Priest drunk off his own wine
Wiped our foreheads of the divine
Some of us got a taste
For others, what a waste
They became the ****** and cursed
Now the last will never be first
Dear Universe, what did you expect
Not just a moment under rug swept
But an event bound to produce a devil or three
And now, one of those devils is me

It’s mid-afternoon in the sweltering sun
And my mind is stumbling like a cloud
And I’m trying to empty its contents on the table
But I’m afraid of what I’ll find.
And if I stay here I’m doomed
To end up like my parents,
Looking at the same walls
******* every speck of paint
Shattering each framed family photo
With my pseudo-telekinetic powers
And if I go I’m doomed to end up a *****,
A heartsick wanderer.
Vulnerable to the forces and people after me
Staying or going won’t eradicate my fears
So what is option C?
I’ve already tried madness
And pills and alcohol
And all the quick fixes I could get my hands on
And if I fall for him,
I could collapse like a dying star
And if I don’t tell him how I feel
I might lose my place in the universal race
And have to chase him in my next lifetime
I’ve been so long on the defense it’s taken its toll
I’ve become fat and lazy and a nasty drunk
With a switchblade at my side
And my medication slows my metabolism
My DNA slows my metabolism
And I wonder how many elements I could swallow on the periodic table
And I think about the time I took speed and drank endless pots of coffee
And how much of a rush it was at night but how horrific it was in the day
And if I had money everyday I’d drink myself to death without mercy
Choking on one’s ***** has to hold some poetic merit
All accidents are beautiful as long as you’re a bird chained to the sky
Beneath outer space and God’s realm of heaven
Still no matter how much I write the world sees me as
Fat, lazy and useless-
A baby that needs to be supervised
But needs to get a job because times are tight
But the only job that doesn’t give me panic attacks
Is the job I’m doing right now
Which may or may not serve a purpose after I’m long gone
And I feel I may die heartbroken and penniless
But refuse to conform to a society that shunned me
And some believe in randomness and coincidence
But I still see in signs and symbols,
Mostly from my dreams which the devil wakes me up from too early
And the clouds no longer talk
The rabbits no longer come in pairs
But I still believe in the portal in the garden
Where the face of an ancient turtle welcomed me.

My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle
Iscariot in his chariot, and me in a box
He keeps spare containers of light
For when he roams with dinosaurs
In crypts lacking oxygen
His roots go deep
And I'm the monkey chained in his tree
Trying to reach down and pull them out
The devil resides in the cleanest box
Keeping tabs on us
My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle

You say you're a hustler
And you got it made
And you made your bed
But you refuse to lie in it
Street's the education
I say look up all the ways
Your nation made you a slave
You threw away the tie-dyes
And picked up a gun
But it's one and the same
It's one and the same
You're playing politician
Minus the wife
As the in-crowd polishes
Their gold incisors
And it's not the same
You're one and the same

Cold all the time
Even in the warmth
Anemia or ghosts hovering?
Would explain the attraction to fire
Why couldn't I be a gambler
Or a midnight rambler
Have a good disease
Instead it's you, him, her, them
My disease is other people
I infect and make them addicts to my tear ducts
Fear hides and ducks, but it's always here

We live a clockwork life
And Saturn thinks clocks are wise
We spin on clockwork time
But she is counter to it
Second from the sun
Uninhabitable
Yeah she is the son
Rising in the west

I long for those long days
Here is only tall tales
She twirls retrograde
And no one posts her bail

Top of the pyramid
Are the tiny shiny kids
They take all our bids
Yeah they’re friends of Lucifer
Seconds from the bomb
They invented time and talk
Thinks she is the bomb
Rising in the west

I long for those long days
Here the horses are pale
She spins retrograde
She’s my nightingale

We live a clockwork life
And we think clocks are wise
We spin on clockwork time
But she is counter to it
Second from the sun
She flipped upside down
Waiting for another son
To rise in the east

I long for those long days
Here is only blood and nails
She twirls retrograde
She’s my blackest veil

Two naive little kids at play
Two naive little kids in love
One just wants the demons at bay
One was sent with help from above

Two naive little kids
Just holding hands
Two naive little kids
Just making plans

One's a bull in a china shop
One's a china doll made of steel
Both are made of liquid
Both burnt so bad they can't heal

Two naive little kids
Held underwater
Two naive little kids
Potential martyrs

One's always running away, away
One's always catching up, up
Traversing circles but one day
The diamonds will leave the rough

Two naive little kids
Consonants together
Two naive little kids
Old souls in bad weather

One's a ****** for drugs and ***
One's been put under a wretched hex
Soon they'll switch roles in the overpass
Two tiny fish in an hourglass

Two naive little kids at play
Two naive little kids in love
Both just needed a friend, they say
Both transformed into doves

He raised his first digit
To blot out the opposable world
Oh, how a spinning ball of blue
Can make you feel so small
So why return?
They’re not ready there
They’re not ready for you yet
Packed like sardines and spinning free
Packed like sardines and spinning free
Heroic archetypes reign in the above
An empty moon, a dancing dove
Explorer of the unadorned
Seduced by revelations
Away from duty
Away from wife
Away from country
Away from strife
Hanging in the skies are
Famous stars with their own spotlights
Celestial buddhas in unending caves
Connect the dots within their circles
But the petty ball of blue beckons you
With broken and fragile chaos
A siren of the busy blind
Asking you to wear a watch
And follow leaders who
Should be following you
Rather stay in the tin can and be
Packed like sardines, spinning free
Packed like sardine, spinning free

The Moon is rising like the Eucharist
Lunacy is its laughing sacrament
And my zenith awaits in Saturn's tryst
Still I hope this trip was no accident
Some say outer space is God's holy hall
And only a fool would call it their bane
Symphonies vibrate these sterile white walls
Still I miss the blue Earth's primitive reign
But I'm no longer gravity's sweet child
My ego is eclipsed by stars in sway
The existential woe is denial
But it helps to keep my demons at bay
(This mission is a bright neon arcade
In the cosmic riddle's endless tirade)

Your giant leap for mankind
Was my exile in a pillbox
A stasis of dead-ends and
Reckless door-knockers
Undifferentiation
Hallucination
Annihilation
Apocalypse of self
Over-man or Under-man
Can’t hide from the super-group
Who prematurely created him-
A slave in their time loop
Moving to keep from standing still
Blame it on a quicksilver mind
Day or night it’s machinery
Starving to be bled and blind
Initiation
Fragmentation
Annihilation
Apocalypse of self

Crooked, Tempest, Spineless F*ck
The worst intentions with the best of luck
****, Take, "Pancake"
Consume, Devour, Fire in the Lake
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
Mosey along, claim to be free
Pocket full of posies and stains on your knees
Give in to what they want,
Cause it's all you ever knew
Pockets full of knives and blood on my shoes
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
Arrived in new lands, to conquer or claim?
Call it your home, I wish it your bane
No more identity, no more home
Pining away from cracks in the throne
You stole something I could never own
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
This carcass is dead, you've bled me dry
But there's more to these bones than meets the eye
Maybe one day you'll dig me up
Uncover the mystery amidst the muck
Than I could tell you the difference
Between saving a life and living a lie
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
The Polygamist and his Pharmacy Keys
"Worship me or you'll catch my disease."
I'm crawling on the ground but I'll see you in the sky
Where the ship will abduct, and Sophia says Hi.

The sounds were muffled
Still the people shuffled by
The living dead corpse
No one felt remorse
Except the king of course
These days, you’ll be put away
For all the strange things you say
While the masses chase wedding rings
He searched for the truth-
It’s been 52 weeks
It’s no world for the meek
Kiss your mother on the cheek
And say goodbye
A mysterious stranger
Gave you the falling sickness

There and here and back again
They say this too shall pass
But April showers bring May rain
Subtler fainter shades of pain
I know that you prefer a lie
Prefer to think its peachy keen
But I see through rose-specs that
Illuminate a shade of green-
An ugly insurrection
That mirrors your reflection
And I feel the need to flee
Like a far-gone beaten wife
But escape is never final till
You **** what keeps you up at night
And what I'm up against
Demands a massacre
And what I need the most is sleep
But no matter how appealing
And no matter how befitting
Requiting you won't make ends meet
Your face has disappeared
Into the blackened void
Just another two-timer
Who's tongue I can't avoid
You've no idea the damage you've done
And it's clear to the whole world who's won
But divided are the ones who judge
Split right down the middle-
With support from a grudge
I could care less about what I've lost
And who you've gained
And frankly I prefer
The dark and the rain
I've always been a different level
Of insane
But I rather burn in hell
Then breathe in this underhanded,
Wretched spell
Made up of all my flaws
And warning bells
And hisses from your cold death knell
That rings of all the ones who fell
And all the souls you chose to sell
And all those tainted wish-you-wells
You thought that I could never tell-
But doers rarely dream
And breakers rarely bend
You're exactly as you seem
To he, she and them
But I see through a glass, lightly
Every single night

Moon-filled night
Empty palace
Goddess on the table

A Greek river
New world order
A cherub and a skull

Bird and serpent
Triple suns
Fruit from crucifixion

A mirror, a top hat,
A bird, a ribbon,
An apple, a candle

Moon-filled night
Empty palace
Goddess on the table

The screws are tightening round my skull
In the same place where all the voices come from
Though this is no accident, no health misfortune
By now, yes, I’ve begged for it, begged for it to come
You call yourself a killer, well then finish the job
You call yourself a thrill, but the ones from me are all you’ve got
This terra is not my pill, when all kind monsters are forgot
As the real terror slaps on Maybelline, straps on a guitar
Somewhere in Xayide’s lair lies my memories
Packed like spheres of glass in a gumball machine
Someday I’ll return to sepia and monochrome
As another Dorothy clicks her heels…
*(Going anyplace but home)

I don’t like Mondays
I’m eating my head
A ***** fell out
And it was you
But what we have in common-
Distrust of authority
You raised your fist in triumph
And the criminal became celebrity
There’s mutual respect here
I’m invisible but you saw me
You went about protecting me
Threw me a soda
Calling out the hypocrites
In all their fancy drab
We don’t speak their language
They’re locked in a vacancy
Broken home kids need to
Look out for each other
I point my finger gun at him
He’s just been shot by cupid
There’s more than meets the eye
In this subtle rebellion
He slammed his knife down
Like an old revolutionary
Wearing colors of red
To appease my black
Nine achieves influence
In my floppy shoes
He took her diamond earring
I took his patch
For one day this basket case
Became a princess

Tonight I’ll pray like it’s my last
On hands and knees I’ll prostrate fast
While the walls watch me turn blue
While the walls watch me turn blue
Tonight I’ll weep a fountain rain
A swamp to wade in for the vain
While the walls watch me turn blue
While the walls watch me turn blue
Tonight the cosmic thoughts will come
Of twirling tides and dreams undone
But the walls won’t see them
But the walls won’t see them
Tonight I’ll dream of radiance empty
While in my dream-well they’ll throw pennies
But the walls won’t see it
But they’ll never believe it
Tonight I’ll be the pin cushion
Of a thousand strays and hues
While the walls watch me turn blue
While the walls watch me turn blue
Tonight I’ll love the somber alien
He twists in shades of bark and nail
While the walls watch me turn blue
While the walls watch me turn blue
Tonight the paint it shakes and cracks
Like the spine on delicate backs
Which hover in the night so blind
And for the moment, you are divine
Tonight I’ll dig for pale jewels
Underground in heaven
While the walls watch me turn blue

Church bells ring as a train chugs along
I can't hear planes much
But every time I look up
I see one
And the birds stick to trees
Or a brief wispy breeze
The only ones higher are too busy
Looking down, circling
And all the clutter and clatter
Makes me want to batter some heads in
These objects look foreign, forged from a rolling pin
And they're just pretty guts and grey matter
I don't have the money to become an astronaut
So how can I know for sure that space exists
And if the final frontier is the mind
How far have we to go
After all I can tie my shoes with one or two bows
An every holy man seems to have
A wall street connection
And when Jesus says ****
You know he means business
And my tax dollars just went off
And killed a little kid
If the world ended
When we all stopped dancing
That must mean we're zombies
Especially the prom queen

Will somebody please tell me what's going on
Cause I'm well off the tracks
But I'm sure you know that

Can somebody please tell me what has gone wrong
So I can do the deed
And you'll know that it's done

Sometimes I think I think too much
But they all say the gut's the heart

See I've collected clues from clouds and fools
And songs which seem to echo doom for one

Still I'm baffled, lost at sea, tackling all that I see
With questions made of thin debris, the remains of my memory

And leaving used to mean escape
From towns and rules and scrambled tape
But now it resonates a tone of ruby slippers
Jutting from a cardboard home

They sure know how to talk and tease
Heavy taunts on a silent breeze
But the gist gets stuck somewhere
Between the tonsils and the air
That they can freely breathe

Don't mean to be the tumor ******* on your society
But some faceless man bought their bus tickets for free

Yeah the plot it sure has holes
Tell me something I don't know
No really, read it back to me
I didn't get the script, you see

How the hell can I repent or try to heal what's crooked-bent
When I can't feel time like you, forty-eight months and counting

Not to mention all the facts
The rumor mills, the news on tap
You got hand-delivered them
And I'm the widow waiting for the letter

Can't you see I'm trying here
To make amends, make this fog clear
I am stupid, I am queer
But I'm not playing dumb

Yeah you say that you're a friend
Five reasons I envy numb death

Cause when they cut they do it slow
No fist-fights in their bungalow
No jolted arms or upfront blows
They're frenemies, but never foes

Don't tell me I still have a pulse
When you've destroyed my holy ghost
Mixed batch of radiation and confessions
Never making the candid

Should have been a Pisces or a summer babe
Then maybe I'd get away with it all like you and your knaves

And when I'm pushing daisies or blowing in winds far from here
Money will change hands and they'll show up with veils of tears

As for now I set a date but someone beat me to the plate
How long till sorrow's empathy becomes a state of self-pity

Since when is death a shallow game
Birth certificate's a bane
When every single ounce of pain
Boils down to your last name

Nowhere to go
Living in oblivion
No root
Missing the mark
When existence is a nightmare
There is doubt and division
Instability and self-destruction
Roadlessness
Being caught in many illusions
Always fleeing or being pursued
Always falling or flying without wings
Lost in a fog
Haunted in sleep
Until Wisdom reached The Limit
Which supported and preserved her
And her baby survived the Hadean era

One nation under god
Father grasps the shoulder of the son
Who listens to American music
They're growing beets in the garden
One nation under water
Trance grabs the shoulders of the sun
Who glistens over drunk, dazed revelers
They're growing cancer in the eye
Drink a beer, wear a silk batik
Drive a truck, and keep your mystique
They're just tools to use
In the long walk of
Finding the real thing
And if you do, be sure to
Inject it intravenously
(Just kidding)

Nighttime has its crime
And daylight has its violence
I’ll travel to the Saturn of time
And try to turn back the smiles
I gave to those with their pseudo-love-
Crows disguised as doves
I came to play like a child
With a pill upon my tongue
They came to conquer their desires
By dissolving right from wrong
Cause nighttime has its violence
And daylight has its crime
I break the hearts of those I love
When love is what I had in mind
I’ll travel back to Pluto
Fade out into the galaxy
But I’ll live on like the setting sun
Rising in the east
I need a change
I need a change

Love
Minus blood
Flood
Minus water
Touch
Minus hands
Words
Minus Meaning
Astronaut
Minus spacesuit
Treasure
Minus loot
Welcome to the helm
Of your own spirit vehicle
Welcome to the realm
Of questionable miracles
Welcome to the future
Welcome to bardo, baby

Don’t know why I’m still here
Our roots refuse to grow together
You only want pretty blossoms
And erupting volcanoes
Still I try to tie our trees together
Eternal passion with eternal poison
Any fool can be in love
Takes a special kind of accident
To still love the left-over ashes

So I come heavily every day
To blank pages and off-white sheets
I get over and under, not safe or discreet
And just because in the shower I sing
You think you’ve done me no injury
Yeah, you’ve  never heard the melody

And the price of knowing the thoughts of your heart
Is a sword through my soul, piercing and dark
And I still don’t know why I’m still here
Our roots refuse to grow together
Eternal poison with eternal passion
And still I love those left-over ashes

Enclosed by arbors of armor - Celery trees
But once lightning struck, one split like a banana
This violent wind moves leaves like meteors
Spiders cling to their structured creations
Feet sink like quicksand in a swamp
You let the earth’s tears heal your grief which made you wild and ravenous
It falls like the nauseating thud of a body but keeps falling until you marvel and turn yourself inside out
It falls like a fleet of soldiers dropping from a parachute cloud
It transforms the rotten into Einsteins
It puts a spark in your *****
The blinding shield of water makes your mind zig-zag between moist and dry places
Up and down the twisted staircase and up and down again
Nostalgia kills but you forget rare flavors of memories
In the storm, you learn to breathe
A burning heart is cooled and cleansed
Sorrow returns only when the sun shines in
And you find yourself a wet dog surrounded by tiger lilies

You community
You society
You bloodthirsty fiends
Stay the **** away from me
It gets tiring
Trying to catch every
Measure of deceit
I don’t need your good deeds
So get the **** away from me
It’s one thing corrupting water
But fire’s another thing
Entirely
Cyber-bullies and mind-freaks
Stay the **** away from me
Rita’s not lovely
She’s giving you tickets everyday
And you don’t own a car
It’s like being
Drunk at the dentist
Sober in a corporate office
Dating a ventriloquist
But much more strange
Much more dangerous
You can’t have love without the lust
Better off with clouds
Busting at the seams

Summer is a time for get-togethers
And unforgettable moments-
But this is no love letter
How I miss the snow on the ground
Instead my flip-flops pound and pound
Against hard sweaty cement
Call me a little bent
But in summer there’s no time to repent
Everyone’s too busy having all the fun
I see pictures of babies and toes in the sand
But summer ain’t my season
So I ask mother nature one demand
Let me keep the sun
But throw away the memories
That I never was invited to have

Lightning crashes.
Scenery of Christmas lights and carnival delights.
Wishes of "wish you were here" and feelings of gladness that you're not.
Nothing here but invisible trees and extending branches.
Brains wired and falsely ecstatic.
Minds clouded with wonder.
Feet soaked in mud.
Lives filled with dirt, but not tonight.
Six feet under we're covered with dirt, but not tonight.
Music in our ears of deafly heard dreams, clouded by the constant ringing of sober-less memories, filled with invisible sounds of the undergrounds we so deftly tried to forget.
A house of cards, knocked down but slowly rebuilding in this temporary paradise.
We're all strange here; we're all separated by our hopes.
To drink, to drive, to live, to be buried, to stay alive, to not be buried alive.
On the edge of summer, on the edge of beginnings, on the beginnings of an end.
Passion is a pit for dead lovers. Dead lovers lie naked in the mud. Mud covers footprints of those who were here.
Puddles by morning.
Brains in a puddle, minds in a haze.
Lifeless gazes from across wet grass.
Is it dew from rain or are we due for rain?
What's the point of being wet, if we're dry in our souls?
Nothing matters, the eyes disappear into huddled masses.
Under your umbrella, under my last chapter, under our life's story.
Sun comes again, the great big wheel.
Omitting true light to those who hate it, no matter how deep their hate is driven like snow.
Lightning crashes.

Curtsey, Clean, Cook Nice.

Betty Crocker, Ball and Chain

Girlfriend is better.

Death stuck its tongue down my throat
The day you waltzed into my life
I should have felt the universe's tempo erupt
But I was too busy fulfilling self-prophecies

Luring with your lore
The diabolical trickster
I would have had an alibi
But you led me to the woods
You said, "Follow these bread crumbs,
I'm right by your side."
But when we arrived,
You blew the house down
And as I watched the Jack of Hearts
Fly away like a destined balloon,
You threw me in the oven

I just wanted to know what I stood for
You spelled it out for everyone
Psychological warfare bends
Now you have my friends
In your sweaty little palm

You're Warhol in a freezer
Conducting Gold with your disposable
Tin-foil factory
They postulate and worship you
While you jam their fingernails in soil,
In smack,
On steering wheels of junk Cadillacs
But your exploitation is a little less divine
They'll build statues in your honor
But their names never graced
The pages of your diary

I couldn't help but ask
Where did you learn such deceit?
Did the antichrist tribe transform you?
Or did a brainwashing cult abduct you?
Did dear liberty project a monarch on your crown
Then steal your head away?
Someone had to teach you the tactics of the dead
Otherwise I wouldn't be here

The ****** who never loses his shirt
But fights *****
Who thinks he's a sun god
But never could see the ice on the moon
You're nothing but a blurred photograph
An insect in amber
An unborn fetus
A ghost
You could have had your revolution
But you chained all the orphans
And crucified her on a telephone pole

walked upon your avenue 'bout a thousand times before
ironically, wasn't looking for a score
only had a pen as my sword
it's a shame
but good to know, some things remain the same
don't know what sounds were ringing in my ears then
but the beers and the tears made me a brave ten
guess I didn't feel enslaved then
guess I knew when turn the page when
someone enters your life's story
and you think you're better, cause everything seems boring
when you got neil or tori spitting wisdom in your lobes
and the poor **** is jammin' to that gangster **** that runs the globe
illuminati, glitterati, they don't want your body
it's just an echo of nevermore
used to know a girl named Lenore
until the birds poured into her head
stolen first were the memories and things unsaid
next came the dreams from a solitary bed
might as well have been in the middle of the ocean
I don't pretend to know your pain
or what it's like to lose or gain
I only know that I can conceive the notion
of waves crashing, so soothing, so earth-shattering
the infernal pressure felt from above while you're barely floating
and God seems to be gloating, like he created something in his image
so hold on, no matter how sinister
and of course, they all tell you it's in your mind
it's the devil doing paint by numbers in disguise
it's a gift-wrapped present with nothing inside but lead
but you know that crazy is just a term for the clock in your head
so you listen to his rhymes that flow, so lightly but so heavily
that they become your desire
so you use your last match to blow your best smoke ring
and never notice that the bed's on fire
and now you're back walking on the avenue
it took quite a few spins of that **** for you to get the gist
cause even the sages wouldn't know what side to be on
when it's you against the world, outsider vs insider, and on and on
it goes, so you rub elbows with a stranger
next move could be heaven or be danger
but this is your least favorite life
so you say **** it, hello, my name is, welcome to the show

I'm tired of all these fake backbiters
Their petty tongues can't ******* desire
It lies beyond these dives and old tires
Beyond the earth and the funeral pyre
Cause every pair of friendly eyes
Contains a knave, a *****, a spy
They salivate on the juice of your mistakes
Pry open your wounds, so they can smile
This wicked little town is full of dreamers
Local hopefuls, kind souls and believers
Also known as calumny beamers
Bankrupt spirits, synthetic schemers
So pardon me if my presence I detract
Rather face the Tree than a talebearer's fact
You curse my organs, my ornamental torment
So from the Shadow, I'll never look back
Humiliation is the purest ruse
It's all fun and games until someone gets truth
But these stigmatas will turn to bruises
And from this place, I'll be destitute
A real friend
Always gathers up ammo
Incase the end comes
Guess I never got the memo

Summer of scales
Red dresses
Unpeeled oranges
And handwritten TV guides
The brink of sin
American dream
Whose post-war dream is it?
All the Art Golds and Hart Silvers
**** down in succession
All the shortcuts to success
All for heavier footsteps
The sacrament of mess
A body for a piece of soul
An asset for a process cold
Goddess is lost, little girl
Find her in the rippled snow
Approval looks off-red
A mailbox of empty hope
Grinding teeth and grapefruit
Strung-out taxis, rising moat
Bed is genesis of wounds
Hot and cold, a foursome’s tomb
An all doesn’t end well
Mother fell off the pier
Father has a golden arm
The only shared position is fatal
The only shared position is fetal
Falling off the plateau
To make tomorrow feel alright
To love the sun
To see the stars in plight
Truth with legs together
Death with legs apart
The tree is collapsing