Taunt skin
Makes for
Disgusting Prayer
Hold still, forget the nerves
Experience,
Without a body for
Uncut Reality
The reducing valve
Loosened, for an
Infinite Moment

I'll never change the world
The little things
Are too **** interesting

For me to ever forget
A thing

I can't stop
Therefore
Nothing ever gets done
Only trapped in
What I was doing

I haven't yet found
Someone on my level
My wavelength
And singing my tune
Because I haven't yet found
Myself

What do you do with the one
Who refuses to see?
Show them what  is
Not that the world is good
But that the world is bad, bad, bad
Choking itself until
It coughs up its own Beauty
And in its death throes stares deeply
Into the puddle it made
Seeing no reflection
But each droplet a universe
And epoch
Each day reborn out of itself
Now you grab the one
Willing to take the crusade
Of Flesh to its uncertain fate
And say,
"Look! Your future has no gate!
Don't pass it or you will find yourself
where you began!"
And hope, pray they don't get it
The confusion is the lease on life
Only a fool who is certain is willing
To give up the boney temple
So convinced of anything
That his windows beyond are clouded
There is no where else to see for him
It is all seen
It is all done
With the introduction
To anything at all
The lease will be renewed
Never show them what's past
That's why they are certain
Show them nothing
And you will find that they
Will be willing for one more
Go
And now, these people
Who have lost the edge
The edge of reality dulled
And pockmarked for them
The razor edge
Only draws blood when untended
Are said to weep silently
Now, who the **** can show me
The one man who weeps in quietness
The unshared daggers
Carried in stomachs are not silent
Because the neighbors can't
Hear them
Wounds to tend are your own
Until the inflicted cuts
Slice through every blast barrier
Please ask,
What's the selling price of a share
Of loneliness?
Be careful about it
If you keep it to yourself
Somebody will try to invest
And **** it all up
Leaving you poor
And empty handed
When the inevitable tumble happens
Share it
Share it truly and it'll be cheap
But rich in itself

Deadbeat
Smelly feet
Walking across its own callouses
Creator of worlds
Perfect inscriber of nameless wonders beyond mere
Conception and discrimination
That permeates the minds of men
Misguided across the arc of ages
Leading only to cycles of
Hollow pain repeating itself
Lacking substance but appearing
Like unmovable boulders perched
Atop greener mountains
That whisper using their voice,
The wind
Carrying its message in its form
Disappearing but never gone
The homeless,
Not content to trap two sided
Ideas of being in overflowing
Homes filled with the true
Forms of out sourcing
The spirit, torn for
Perfect packages to be sent
To faceless names to further
The collection of vessels
Unused.
The wanderer,
Unhappy with goals
Moving towards the never ending
Journey of perfection
That ends nowhere but travels
Everywhere leaving no quarter
Uninvaded and sadly ringing
In transcendental ears
The lonely,
Unwilling to spread their
Personal pain
From personal failures
To any one but themselves
Using the compressed aggregate
Sickness in scientific lobes, only
Representations, to create faucets through which representations
Of the unrepresentative
Eek out an existence
Among glaring, modern edgy
Movements in endless circles
That sear images into retinas
Working their way to ******
Thoughts, deflowering the only
Worthwhile virginity in the sad reflections of experience
Called man.
The ******,
Never fulfilled from false conceptions
Or the self materializing aspect as
The passage of time
Looking to capture the eternal moment and ****** of the Now
Lasting forever but done long
Ago
Chasing the end of self
And forgetting the body for
Higher realms untouched by lazy
Thoughts and repetitive notions
Creating the mundane
The un-mundane is furthur up than most of us can see
Even if touching it is
The experience
Not different from the life you will
Live for a million regressions
The contemporaries
Never travel the
Path of the Mountain
First camels, then lions
Finally to turn into godly offspring of
Flowering being at the peak
Standing above ubiquitous faces
But contact on level planes
The mountain of self
To create a new identity divorced from the diseased blockage
Flowing through humanity's veins
Only to tumble down
Into the pulsating
Heart filling, disintegrating
All in one undiscriminating
Destruction unborn from the
Young universe only
To lose the conception
And absorb the absorber
Forgetting that once,
A young man carried all the
Pain he had handed to himself
In shiny packages
Pretending that the others
Ever even existed.

Life is a joke
Buddha saw it, laughed
And called it
Nirvana