Labor and labor,
Stay away from your neighbor
For they can teach you right

Grind and twist
While you stand and mix
The scattered world of spit and bricks

Gaya's dead
And we hang by a thread
Hoping for a hand

But the hand was there
And it seems unfair
Though we gnawed and chewed and scamed

Now we drink our wine
As we strip the grapevine
For more, and truth the same

But know you cannot fathom
The nature of the atom
So what do you know at all?

Though you claw and scream
On the freshly tiled stream
Hoping that you'll arrive

To the bodhi tree
Or the bodhi sea
Where Adam's apple derives

But mix and mix
That sweat and ****
For the nonexistent dollar

There, you'll search and search
In every book and church
At least you were a scholar


Though value has left
Upon the swollen scarlet chest
Of the robin that gave you all

So dance and bleed
Exhibit your greed
Knowing this is just a brawl

Until you cut the cord
Mount the cosmic surfboard
And land upon thyself

To live and love
What's below and above
A concept sly with stealth

But you'll work and work
As you barley lurk
Outside the stadium of "it"

Here, you will look with wonder
The cause of mans plunder
While you mix the bricks and spit

I see black
As I back track to the top rack of my shelf labeled shame.

Who's to blame?
Me or you?
or the feeling painted blue?

I know it's true
That the insane game of pain and blame
Is the imagined fetish of thy brain

To entertain the mind
Darwin plagues the bind
Between you and the parent earth.

The fallacy of length and girth
Or the promised life from the church
Is anything but yellow

Beg again, for a long lost friend
To save you from a death by them

But, I bounce and pounce
on the splattered mouth
Of those who speak with lies

I lie to you, and I lie to me
With the broken hope that I will see

The naked light of brown and white
Or possibly end the constant plight
To construct verifiable breath

But I trust and trust
A fragile ******
will project me to the stars

And I am gone again
With a half dead pen
I write, to write what I can't think

I fear not, as I fear all
When my dwindling God pulls his prophetic strings
To believe or not to believe
I ask no more, these empty things

I breath him now, so there is no doubt that he nor I exist
To see as real and know it so
Is the ultimate deathly risk

Cynical or true, the sky is blue
And this cannot be fraud;
for God is that, skinny and fat
He sees the world through you

Begin the lie and your final cry
Will bring you nowhere else;
But the gates of Troy,
The hard-knock ploy
That is the doctors hands

They reach out as if to offer life,
They hand out fear and love and vain
But take out hope and implant lie
And the constant naw of blame

So take flight, run and you'll reach the show,
Where actors will play
Seem real as day
Whether brother, friend, or foe


till you fall once more,
all knowing is what you'll feel
Then back to the doctors hand,
Where you will return again,
A tragic gem
And break the womb and seal

The sun escapes the dying world
as the moon in which cradles my thoughts surfaces.
She brings concern to my eyes
which swells up and vanishes
Only to return with the rock that mocks me with its holy damning light. The only object in which I will accept unrelenting piercing judgement. Just as the tides, it pulls me close
and as I pursue her
the l​ackadaisical lunar light
takes form of an all too familiar mirror.
For at night clarity floods in as the returning of the tides.
I am aware, I am Infatuated
but most of all I am ridden with disgust.
The protection the rays of the sun deliver to my conscious
are only countered by the magnificent and malicious moon.
For the satire solar merely evaporates the truth
through the hours of his reign.
But as Apollo lays to rest
his gravity begins forcing meteorites ​to bombard my chest
and create celestial yet calamitous craters
After the deplorable metamorphosis concludes
I awake and grimace at my lunar transformation
My lunar reflection

To see, to see
The light in me
The light in thee
The light in we

Divine is fine
And to wine and dine
The clouded mind will set oneself a flea

Give way, give way
To the gallant day
The perfect ones pray and play as free

As foolish as this
The forest vines do twist
And will cause the trees to sway

For the whisk of mist
And algae consumed by fish
No doubt this is all there is

To bear witness
To what cannot be missed
Is but the holy state of bliss

The ****** are sacred
And that body naked
Evokes only that of truth

Because I see the sea
And it occurs to me
That God cannot be taken

So sing out loud
You project the cloud
You're ingenuity reeks

So go on shriek!
Do not head the holy speak
For Divinity echoes through your scowl