She weaves,
Fluidly.
Lazily veering as trails left behind cast endearing auroras.
Silk, wrapping gently the porcelain scapes
and lust hued summits.
Wires drop with delicate hooks, decorated with
droll baubles.
To ensnare and pierce the dew coated mounds
with scintillating rings that dance 'round the all consuming abyss.

If I scattered the midnight sky
Setting stars and Heaven aflame,
Could you see it in me again?
What you saw when I was a curious case,
filled with mystery and a romanticized depression.

I thought I kneww, I thought knew I Could escape the escape from this the prismiatic prism that scatters the living litmus of tasty languish. I was electrocuted but did not die I was hyptotized but had no thoughts of mine me oh my my crastle crashing westgate smashing
I weas blown up torn up ****** up I slipped up caught ciggarette hiccups blue smoke the green **** tar ton in my lungs whisper wheeze the crispy fleece of tubular micro breeze
I make no sense to anyone but myself and all this is just play
like,
vaporize the suit and tie dusty wish stuff made from mildew soft hush *** rush wishing wash upon a star starling colors bleed from mars upon my head the rain again again a grain from solar trains a chugga choo of clothes pin gentle wind smell that touch this soft light flutter white sheet skin glow rainbow window crystal glass slow mo tumble punch gut trouble crystal shatter toes and scatter scar sardonic stars breach the shift of rock ah roll ah cokeacola box ah living oh ah mocha coffee candy sweetly
sickly
Motion moving frames repeating the subliminal superluminal transfuckafying metamorphic metaphors leaky brain

Crystals to my cranium.
Crepuscular rays in my hair.
Homeless is how I'd like to be.

We were the little ones
Cannon ball birds that caravan the country.
Holes in our chest we plant little flowers
We always face the sun.

Winter comes and goes.
Your pictures fall from my walls.
I am left hollow.

I lost my only pen and consequently lost my head
Sell my psyche .99 only once a month take me away burn everything leave me in the little box you made I'm here I'm here tell me what are my fears slowly dying of irony in a living room with prepackaged food if living is four walls well haha I'm living it up
The crescendo sounds like hey you wanna beer don't think about your fears fortisimo bounce legs grit teeth grip chair turn on the tv live bicariously try to get the experience through fire wire liars
My eyes are melting the chicken is burning  smoke alarm living spontaus combust (ie watch **** smoke **** ride the bus)
I am the walking dead the champion of keeping it down when all I want is to scream and run around

Hello again, of course, I miss you dearly. The weather at the corners of the world looks bleak and without reprieve. Nothing would warm these cold bones more than you, wrapped up in my arms. I fear I will not make it to summer and of course this letter I write to you wont even make it out of this humble shack I've built as the Snow has me barricaded in. I can't even leave to so much as hunt for my next meal. Writing to you is all that keeps me sane. Maybe one day someone will find this letter along with all the others. It's possible I suppose.
This foolish man is still very much in love with you. As my body turns to dust I hope by then you've found someone else to love. Someone you can grow old with and watch the stars burn out. I fear this is all I have left.
I won't make it till the morning.
I love you forever,
Stephen Spice *



How can I go on, my dreams are dead.
The reaper beats the gong.
Upon his wings old and cold.
Upon his scythe, slick with soul.
I know he comes for me this day.
I am finally going home.

Theres lots of talk about love.
It's always in poems and in songs.
Some girl left.
Some guy broke her heart.
I don't know.
Wonder what happened to me?
I used to love
love poems.
Now, they just make me feel heavy.
Sickly.
Sad.
It's not because I don't have love.
I do.
Hell, shes in the other room.
Well.
I'm leaving soon.
Traveling kids tend to do that.
She knows.
She says shes okay with it.
But soon,
I wonder,
If she'll hate love poems, like I Do.
Will she feel heavy,
Sickly,
Sad?

I hope not.

Insanity is key.
Lose yourself in unnatural bliss.
Sink your teeth into the hands of those
That offer you pity.

I grew roots from neurons and neurotic radio syncretic synapses. Spilling down from the hole in my crown I was flipped dipped upside down feel the magic earth glow grow gain introspective arkane detective powers that is knowledge of higher hyper ions that vibrate a secret song. Close eyes. Listen. In. Out. Fountain head the trees work with you. Listen.

Sometimes,
There is no point
In holding onto hope.
Sometimes
You just
exisit.
Maybe you are cast away,
Riding on the notes of of a piano
That drift into the empty lobby.
Where the carpet reminds you of your first apartment.

Maybe sometimes its all nonsense that fills your mouth and hoodwinks the special moments that shouldve felt like a rising sun after hours sitting in the cold. Thinking of revalations.

Maybe this cigarrette tastes like nihilism and the smoke looks like you feel.

Maybe your fingers are burning with lust of creation but the rest of you cant catch up.

Maybe you swallow and shift in your seat trying to peice together the exact moment that you couldnt stand waking up anymore. Maybe this nothing just isnt enough and you need more because the ciggarets stopped working a month ago and everytime you see yourself in the mirror its a shade of blue youve never seen before. And maybe in the shower with your head pressed agaisnt the tile you wonder how well the water would mix with your blood and how long the curtains could hide the scene.

Maybe when you look at the stars it doesnt look like forever but feels like a box with little pinholes poked in the top so you can get just enough air. Maybe your chest collapses trying to figure out how to breath again and maybe nothing helps and it all tastes like ash and maybe you punch the ground, ****** your knuckles and look at the damage with a strange curious numbness wonder what just happened.

Maybe tomorrow...

Maybe not.

I am a messenger,  a soft wing upon a glowing silver night. Within dreams I walk, bare feet upon rocks and moss, crystal citadels rise from subconcious seas, beautiful and titantic, refelctcions of the child, wonder and tall tales.
On star dust pillars i dance with fevor sweeping a psychedelic array of color with every intuitive step.
I drink tempests from teacups, swallow whole storms of tropical tenacity.
I meet with wizards place to place,  gather stories songs and bitter sweet good byes.
I am a messenger of no importance. Impotent against the tides yet powerful when I let go and ride.

Stagnation dances in puddles sloshing seeping cementing my shoes and soaked socked feet to the black gritty glittery asphalt,
Oh yeah girl check it out
I say i read alot but i read into you and read into your eyers glitter shimmer shake nonsense sometimes grabs sense, sense it out since you have since you was young writing rapping takes for ever, flow.
Im a fish gasping for O2 siphon from the viscous shallows of this circular neighborhood roots dug in deep been here so long they bust up the street. Can you let me in? As much as i scream with looks desperate for a bit of touch, no not like that, just a hug

Funny,
How tragedy skews your perception of time.
You think I would remember the month,
Or at least the year,
I pulled her out of that den for ***** desperate destitutes,
Trying to escape with help of Crystals and Mana.
It was cold.
Is all I remember really.
Perhaps that's a way of my mind tricking me into thinking,

It never happened.

Her crazed howls from the gurney still echo in my head.
They tell me other wise.

Upon a distant mountain,
My head was swept away
By the river of light, floating in the constant cosmic ocean.
My head was swept away,
Back to that magnanimous moment.

A star plucked from the sky and placed in my palm.
Gifted by bright eyes; an earnest lover of life.

The magnitude of it brighter than any moon,
Its fire sank into my skin, spun new fate and sparked the beginning of new friends.

Little caravan birdies, bright songs and struggles. A spectrum of what the best we folk here have to offer and often they surprise me still.

Laughter that could shake the darkest of nights with a vibrancy that could only be described in mushroom trips.
Magic casters with bags of tricks to flick phosphor fire into the eyes of brutal grey matter spooks,
The ones that hide in pillows and in lonely ciggarettes.

Family made from bottles of wine, borrowed feathers; boundless flight.

Lovey wonders, starlight disguised as us,
Ribbions of stellar dust.

When I gaze into the creases of my palm,
I still feel its warmth, still see their light,
Forever grateful for the star plucked,
From that magnanimous night.

I just ****** love my friends.

Well I slept through this cold night,
Hell, I've been through worse.
Heard a wicked story,
of Glass and tattered sash.
The fire keeps me friendly,
This fire tells me more,
It's all just ganna burn up
theres nothing else left but ash an Lyme.
That moon is watching; cautious.
It's makin sure I don't break more hearts.
I already feel so guilty,
I don't need this sentinel,
to remind me of my transgressions,
of love fueled aggressions.

So I might choke on this cigarette,
I might drown myself in drink,
You burning oh so bright,
I feel it's warmth from here,
For me its ******' bitter,
For whoelse it's cinnamon treats,
Please dim down your lights,
You make it real hard to ****** sleep.

If I could change one day in my past,
It'd be the day my boots beat the path,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.

I had a lady and she loved me so,
But the road you know it owns my soul,
So I wonder, how it i could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.

Dont fall in love with us travelin' kids
We'll break your heart as we leave with the wind,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If I could love a little longer than the season of spring.

Maybe if I was a better man,
But now I sit here wonderin' if I can go on
Yea I gatta keep on

And you should know I'm the king of bones
I'll rip out your spin so I can stand on my own.
Once I'm in, I'll tear you apart.
Leave you naked, bruised up, cut up, and exposed in the dark.

I've got my cigarettes I've got my ****,
All to keep my feelings under me,
In the mirror I see empty eyes,
So I roll myself a doobie and I look towards the sky.

The consequences of my wanderlust.
Are tears from the faces I have touched,
To my friends, Im sorry I'm gone,
I'm doin well.

If theres a welcome Ive over stayed it,
American dreams are overrated,
Sun sets up on mountain tops
thats where you're ganna find me.

I've got no money got no land to defend.
My journey will never come to an end.
Sun sets up on mountain tops
Thats where you ganna find me.

My gypsy soul and me.

Without a home,
And doomed to roam.

Too much coffee or a bundle of nerves gone bad either way inside the confines of my lower intestine i hide the makings of interstellar war. nebulous hyperions hypothesize the comings of a gratuitus turbulant gravitational trebulation. The trumpets will sing im sure as i scream towards a silent night I am but a silent sight.
Wait.
I think im just nervous. Get this, its worse and, im trying but its.. Ya never know where friends stand aint done much for them been a long time since I found a new storm to set up in. lightning rods making neurons here we are,
i am a social *****.

The bubbling bravado of new hopes to swaddle are dopped and crushed. the fontenal of my chitinus exterior is pressed and my fear is here to be pulled out and dangled in my face it feels shameful.
Words pass the throat and are shreded by smoke stained teeth and i think if i fumble enough my bumbling lips may stitch the sentence back up and i might just make sense.

My hands are shaking again
My heart is racing and then
My mind races and bends
Anxiety is the buzzing bashful brother of exitment and bravado
Lashes out in spazzy gestures
And sends my head space on a trip to burning pastures
Bragadosious i am not
Bed ridden sad sappy ******
Pent up and
Woah
My thoughts derail again
Where the hell are my friends
They didnt go anywhere
Its all in my head

Twitchy turbulance tackling full force into tubluar pathways my blood
Is
Screaming

It started with an S. Humbly mumbling yes no maybe i dont know oh **** vertigo should i let go. my brain was blasted, a cocktail of chemicals and superfluidious ether. The push pull ying yang fung shui grabs the heat seeking missle and grabs the brain, attracts sychronized vertacies but the magnitism flips as imaginary consequence givesway to repulsion of the imaginary sense. Pulsars pulsating sending shock waves through space time highways a terrible silence is heard then music then woah. Gravity wells staring me down warping and warming WARNING particle collision is immenent a stellar nurersy might be born of this hyperspace supernova scintilating energies might synchronize for the bonding of bodies creating a binary star system carefully dancing and explosivly romancing or it could be too much the system overloads entropy wins hot matter turned cold a black hole is formed.

Complicated intracacies to be sure. I think a caphonany was born if only i could phrophasize and figure out where my head flipped out and if there would be any imminent fallout. Wise to withhold or a missed chance to experience an amazing incredible moment where time and space may have seperated and two bodies joined in between the seams. Just amazing.

A black Cadillac bad day
No shoe shine
No pomade'

Hangin with with the phreaks on Ellis and 3rd
I scan the eyes and wait for the word

The word is WOWZA

Dichotomy in motion, nonsense on the wind.
Caravan buffouts carrying back the crystal whompas from The reeking underbelly of this dry heaving city

Whompas for me if you please, now my no shine shoes skitter down streets looking for a place of sweet reprieve.


WOah boy now just wait, the bubbling fountains speak fractals in tune with, i think that bird on the ledge.

ITS GONNA JUMP!

I scream,
and then it does, so gracefully down below landing impossibly gently upon its impossibly delicate toes.

Good things birds can fly. Wouldn't last long otherwise.

I'm a horrible lover,
An unreliable friend.
I don't know what the hell your talkin' bout when you call me a man.
Cause I'm a coward,
Pessimistic,
A liar and a fraud.
I drink till I'm happy, smoke dope till I'm gone.
My memories they haunt me until early light,
My eyes they stare an unbreakable glare.
So friends and father just leave me alone,
I ain't worth the trouble, I ain't helpful at all
So let me dig my own grave,
Just let me carve my headstone.

Let me fly with the angels.

And you...
You always show up in my dreams.
I can see your light dancing,
Glowing underneath.

Conversations shared in space
I think im astral projecting
You feel real when im asleep

I always snap awake,
Groggy and meloncholy
I Left the window cracked again
Cold air is creeping on my skin

And I
Hate its getting colder
And I
Know novembers closer
Hold on
The turbulance is growing
Nostilgia
tastes bitter when its snowing.

You are a phantom now and tables have turned.
This haunting winter air makes me lose my nerve.
I carry on till i can crawl into my bed
Fall asleep,
Hope i can see you again.

Your voice feels like cardiac arrest
System shock; overload

Your words grab me by the shirt
Lifts me up; magic force

Youre always there through the worst
In my dreams; i strain to hear
I listen out..
November hangs me again

30 days of hell

Im tied to the gray in these skies
Chains made of remembrance
Solitude is what i find.

The worst always comes
with the cold
Please show up..
Melt this world

Instead of open skies and gold clouds,
Its florescent lights and shuffling crowds.
Once I'm gone I'll never miss another sunrise.
My neck will ache from looking up,
But at least I won't look down in defeat.
Once I'm gone,
The only weight I'll carry is a pack and dreams.
Instead of a past that looks darker through the seasons.
I am watching from further away everyday.
I am disconnected from everyone.
They try to talk to me and I spit back dial tones.
I am burning my bridges;
Wearing the embers in my teeth.
My grin will be brilliant,
From all the smoulders I'll eat.
I'll leave the cage I've been pacing ruts in.
Clipped wings will grow anew.
Fresh feathers with a sense of purpose.
I'll smell like rain before it hits the smog.
I'll sing like I was born to,
Just like bird songs.
I'm not here to make you proud.
I'm not here to stay silent in these rooms.
I'm not here and I never really was.
*I'm already gone.

**** me alive.
Realize the candy cane gum drop revelations.
A cigarette for you,
I'll take those daring eyes.
Exhale soft,
the smoke catches the thick Georgia air.
Grey wisps you whisper into my hair and clothes.
Your fingers dance to the flesh of my neck.
You say..
I like the way you smell..
and breath deep everything you just expelled...

Did you even know me?

As a writer i ruminate over points of time to the point of an obbsessive compulsionary mentality constantly reliving just to get the words right

Putting points of hightend emotion on the subconcious back burner to boil over.

One could say im a funky ****** performing felattio on personafied moments of time.

Writing writing writhing tourterous tools of the blood brain membrane a superfludious soup of runtilated memories key points to track down crack open geonuggets pressure cook it change it shape it cut it craft it
Christ.
My brain is blasted.

My brain is a buzzy fuzzy ******* chaos crashing lashing vestibules at the fringes of cathdreals self imposed upon the walls scribble muddle tuddling funnels skating elating trying to get this and all any of all to make sense. Idosyncracies is all i am composed of as i compost tangents into piles of 25 combonation summurize the total sum of more ****** tons of love covered ****

The pots spinning centifrugal mixing the frugal.
unicorn horn exposed and raw vibrations painful magic casting shamful spells to massivly masochistic split up shelves organized in arms legs and brains. jars of letters jars of get better tools and drills to dull the silence, blood rushing ears crushing pressuring waves caressing lessons of other rappers listening listening lisntening loading up vocabulary cant **** canaries ******* hell here it goes again brain flow wild hell bells crashing colliding collapsing pillars supporting the sub laminate mantles buildings built cracking the crust devils in a pretty suits slitting throats of these ***** holy ******* hell i cant ..
Im possessed
.

Crooked cops and sick men in high places.
Beating and ****** the sad mourning faces.
The people, the public; their prawns and their tools.
Abusing and using; their methods are cruel.
Our voice it means nothing, our fists do no good.
We will never be free, we are misunderstood.
For the fat cats with tall hats drink deep with the greed.
They say,
"Take from the people! They're helpless, They're meek."
And they're right we can't stop them, we'll always be beat.
They have tanks and battalions.
We have rocks and bare feet.

Whirring spinning constantly working flinging rando retarding  constable to beat the **** out of my  medulla oblongata Oh my god i gatta get it all on paper before the pressure overloads and blows my ******* brains out my ears

Theres something in your eyes,
I can't explain it.
I think something you died.
Do you feel unwanted?
Just have another smoke,
It'll make you feel better.
You'll be part of the crowd.
At least for a while.

Ignore the gray skies,
It's a fleeting moment.
Go out for a walk,
your bones are thirsty.
So your drowning in yourself again.
I don't know how you stay afloat,
As hollow as you are,
I know you feel heavy.

I'd say it gets worse before it gets better,
but I know better.
It's ganna stay bad.
So I don't wanna live for long,
Go ahead and keep your Gods,
I'm alright with just fading.

Beats hit hard the train of thought hits harder ink boils over soul possessed become a bleeding ulcer paralyzed waiting to die, constant, twitching, running, running, you cant stop its inside your guts twist up butterflies feesing on your secerets and in your sin your insides burning acid leaking out always obsessing the obsessive tendencies drugs and *** love and lust pain and ****
Fast and last words are prayers magic incantations that draw out the darkness and removes it pushes it to paper black ink is best bleeding im bleeding every word is a painful movement twitching spaztic manic illusions casting out shadows that dance when the moons lit.

**** it up **** it up **** it up **** it up.
Trust your gut kid and **** it up.
So you see its wrong and you sit in silence?
Young boy your silence is violence.
So you post on your ******* wall.
About how you care about us all
About how you're tired of all this ****.
Yet you still sit there.
Doing nothing.
Face lit up by your prisoner screen.
Feelings high from the thumbs it brings.

You are as guilty as the fat cats that **** for pleasure.
You are as guilty as the crooks that created leisure.

In  your silence and false sense of self worth,
You let them continue to burn and destroy.

**** it up.
Get off the computer.
Go outside,
Bother your neighbors,
Graffiti the walls,
Film the police,
Grow some **** *****.
Break some **** windows,
**** with the banks
Let them know that you will not take,
This **** lying down.


**** it up **** it up **** it up **** it up.
Trust your gut.

100 billion years have passed.
The dinosaurs are cast back into the forgotten fields of heaven.
After wiping out the dinosaurs from the planet God has been busy working on his new pets.
Rumors have popped up among the dinosaur community. Something called humans have inhabited the earth. They take the image of God and his angels.
Lost in misunderstanding, rage and jealously flow over the community of cold blooded reptilians.
Roberto, The last of the dinosaurs, The Last Dinosaur-asaurus,
Stands calm in a fury of scales and teeth.
He was hurt the most. He was left behind, witnessed the great fire ball scorch the earth and char his friends.
He was the only one who talked to god, and asked him why.
"It was your time." He had said.
Those four words, had instilled so much hate in him.
Now, His time has come.
An ancient evil has crept his way into the place where angels forget to look.
Satan himself, seeks council with The Allosaurus.
Revenge has been on the dinosaurs mind and hate fills him.
Beelzebub bestows power into Roberto and his friends.
The time it seems, has come at last.

God sits upon his throne content with the humans progress. Cities have risen where, billions of years ago, only ash rained and a lone dinosaur walked the earth.
Roberto and his army, every dinosaur that ever was, march upon his great Hall.
Angels stand guard.
Without even looking up, obsessed with his ego driven creation, God says,
"Why do you stand before me? I have cast you and your kind away from here.
Be thankful I let you stay in this realm. My mercy has kept you from hell, but I still hold the power to cast you down."

"Your mercy?" Retorts the Orphanedasuarus, his cold blood growing hot.
"You cast fire from the sky, wiped my race from the planet for no other reason than you were bored. Your mercy will be your undoing."

God laughs heartily as Roberto, powered by the rage of a trillion reptile souls and the spell of Satan, charges towards God.
The Dinosaurs of a thousand ages rend the flesh of the angels and tear their wings from their shoulders, casting them from heaven.

Before the All Mighty can even rise from his chair, or draw another breath for shock,
Roberto Sinks his teeth into his throat.
For the first time since his childhood, he tastes flesh.
For the first time in his life. He savors it.
Feasting on the blood of Him, Roberto becomes all that was and all that is.
The humans feel a disturbance in their nature.
The dinosaur takes his place upon his throne, and looks down on Earth.
The audacity of these creatures.
What was once the homes of him and his friends, now stood skyscrapers and massive buildings. Highways on the bones and graves. Cars running on the decomposed bodies.
They will pay. He will have his revenge.

So, we were slaves again,
like we were before.
Instead of a man with a white beard, it was a dinosaur.

He awoke with a start, the weight of a restless night leaving him suddenly as it was the stench that hit him first. He shot up in bed, still covered from the sweat of his nightmares, and began dry heaving. The thick odor assaulted his senses, causing his eyes to water and his nose to snot. It smelled of decay and death. The strong sickly sweet scent of lilac mixed in as though to try and perfume the foul smell.
It was too much and he vomited onto his dusty wooden floor. Wild fear then took him. He knew what this was and had smelled it before many times. **** the Gods, he thought, He never thought it would be him. He stumbled out of bed and half-ran, half-fell through his small shack. His constitutions wavering, he threw open the heavy pine door and looked to his feet. He found that could not scream as fear tightened around his throat and his blood ran as cold as the Nordic Winds.
The black charred bones of an infant elk lie at his door step. Frayed and rotting twine held the thing together haphazardly and he could feel the Evil surging from the remains.
He had been Chosen.  
He grabbed at the banister, white knuckling the railing, and bent over double once again purging himself out of fear.
With bleary eyes he stared down the road at the plot of scorched earth that marked the remains of the last house that found The Mark at it's door..
This would be his last days on this Plain as a man

He sat next to the Mark and sobbed. Great tears rolled down his face as he thought of all he was about to leave behind. As the Day broke he watched his last sunrise. He muttered his thanks to The Gods, however grim the morning was, it was glorious sight. Just the other day the sun had been met with Falls overcast skies, promising evening storms. Today, however, the sun broke through great white clouds. Brilliant rays of light charging the sky with its intense morning golds and blues.
The light stretched across the forest town of Wilds Watch. Creeping up the dirt roads and casting long shadows from the various wooden and clay structures. Morning dew began to steam from the thatch roofs and tall grasses leaving a gentle fog on the town. The forest in the distant seemed more ominous than ever.
As he thought about the horrors he would soon face doors began to open as the suns light reached out and through the windows of the weathered houses. The people knew what this morning brought. "It" had come ti claim another sacrifice. The unspeakable horror only took strong, youthful men, the rumor being that It needed them to add to It's unholy keep as The Walking Dead. They wore masks with lemon grass, flowers and pine needles stuffed inside and poking through the edges. The unholy stench of The Mark crept far from his house and would linger into the sobering weeks to come.
Their eyes held pity and sorrow. He knew they also breathed a sigh of relief from the scented masks as they had avoided It's Mark for another year.
"So, I am doomed to join the Walking Dead." he thought aloud with spiteful and ragged breath.

I  had a dream,
The Moon enveloped the sky,
Watching me close,
Like a Celestial eye.

Oh a wisp of white smoke,
From a face of rough stone.

I know I'm guilty
No Need to remind,
Oh, you remember what I've done,
But would you still say Good-bye?

Well,

I'm a doctor, I'm the butcher,
Yes, I'm The King of Bones,
I'll harvest your ribcage
an' add it to my throne.

On my plate is your heart,
With ketchup and cheese.
You know these hearts,
Taste better the more they bleed.

In my goblet of wine,
Your soul Swims and cries.

Oh a wisp of smoke,
From a face of rough stone.

When that blue sky gets dragged, shrieking,
towards oblivion.
The moon comes out to remind.
I know I'm guilty.
Oh you remember what I've done,
Are you still ganna say Good-bye?

I'm a scientist *****,
Don't you know what the means?
I've got a P.h.d in physics,
Bring ya down to your knees.
I'll find your resonance frequency ,
You'll be runnin' scared,
Make you quake like Nagasaki
E=Mc^2
Yea,
Ya know the ladies love me when they're rubbin up on me
I give em' cash they shake that *** they're gettin wet off this salary
I make a hundred thousand mother ******' Gs a year,
Now whatta you do?
Sit around smoke dope and drink beer?
You wanna shoot me?
You can try if you like,
But I can predict the path of a bullet in mid flight,
I'll drop you faster than gravity with the sound of my gat,
**** you with more certainty than Schrodingers cat.
Well,
Galileo, Galileo
Whats my name?
Your girl orbits my **** she gives me head everyday

You know what entropy says?
All things must come to an end,
Well I'm your catalyst *****,
Make you wish you was dead.

Im terrified of COPD
But still smoke ciggarettes like a well used chimney
Soot building up the ashes unswept
Making it to 60, probably not a safe bet.
Drinking at altitude to catch me a better buzz
Fly fish for escape from grey matter fuzz.
If everything i built came tumbling down id stand on the rubble, three feet taller and proud.
Im better at descruction self disgused as help
A parking garage where a coffee shop stood, this is progress I yell.
This is self induced stolkhome im over exposed. The apture is broken light is burning my bones.
So Paint a picture with my ashes gradients of grey
Reimagine what i am instead seeing the self hate,
And ill thank you. For all the help and the memories
But nothings really changed and ill burn the photographs and ask

Remember these?

My brain is over heating.
I think my head  might ******* pop.
When I lean out this window,
My torso wants to drop.
I know I going crazy,
So why won't it stop?

Jubilating jiggilies bounce around like jelly beans
candy flavored fluorine flows around bubbling chemistry
and chemistry makes mostly me neurons fire excite the knees
shake around and do a dance
cannon fire no romance.

This lack of communications skills is the guillotine of my relationships.
Or rather,
Bamboo seeds under ***** finger nails.
The reed slowly growing between the lifeless nail and the lively red flash underneath it.
Painfully pulling apart the fibers that keep us together.
A hot coal on my tongue and sutures on my lips.
Despite your sadness, anger or excitement,

I am silent.

The summer was a time for the Blues and muddy water.
While the fall seems to hold something sinister.
Like a word on the tip of your tongue it hangs in the air.
Waiting.
There is beautiful melancholy in the leaves; Autumns musicians sing their repetitive, lonely songs.
Out here, it stirs, hanging heavy on their coat-tails.
Creating sagging eyes and matted hair.
It seems Autumn is a time for beautifully sinister chords accompanied by soft voices made harsh by long draws on their cigarettes and sighs full with crisp air.

That sinister Autumn air, it is a force to be reckoned with. It crashes hard into your lungs forcing strangled screams and the pressure bursts your ear drums in ****** fury. This is a time for lonesome walks towards winters deadly grip. May your rage warm your blood as you huddle against the darkness seeking your forgotten warmth.
Crystals fall and you forget their beauty as you are consumed by useless and petty anger.
You stand in the blizzard of freezing winds and your own apathy and you realize you are here alone. There is no one to blame but yourself. So you run. To what you are uncertain. Perhaps back to a home that has forgotten you, or perhaps to another street lamp to record your mortal remains.

This night drifts slowly towards the dawn.
Such nights are for slow songs and solitude.
To contemplate; create.
To open hidden doors.
To fill blank pages
With oceans of consciousness.

My head rests like a lead balloon.
My stomach sits like a bubbling lagoon.

****,
I drank way too much again.

My shoes are still wet from this mornin'
From when I left you standin' in the rain.
You told me to never show my face again,
Well it's a shame that I can't change.

If I could I'd take me a scalpel,
I'd carve my face anew,
But chances are you'd still know me,
By the mud on my shoes.

I know I was born to love,
But that right now's a curse.
For a devil possessed my feet,
It makes me wander Gods green Earth.

Only one way you could keep me 'round,
cut em' off; let my soul spill on the floor.
You could sweep it up into a jar
and hold me as I grow cold.

But we both know I'm better as a memory,
So turn your back and let me go.
Just keep a piece of me in your pocket,
So you remember that I'm not a ghost.

So while my bones shake up on this mountain,
It's yours that I'd rather hold.
So I'll take your rib cage with me,
To feel the echos of your warmth.

And I know that made you hollow,
I'm so **** sorry for what I've done.
I'll chew the calluses off my fingers,
So this song won't never be sung.

My mind is a dumb dolomancer dancing along hypotenuse avoiding the 90 cause the long way around has neato little sideshows distracting from the problem that A plus B might equal C but ya need the square.  A nice tight fit uniform to make out that right angle. I am imaginary numbers.

I feel so mac and cheesy
Smokin ciggarettes and wheezy
I forget that im a werido
I **** the flow.
Well
Oh come on
yes i know
that i disurpt everybodies flow
walk in a room talk a bit
and try to find a place to sit
Awkward and shaking all my leaves stirring up the honey bees i feel my tounge is being stung
That was an awkward hug..
****
But give me a skateboard and a hill ill bounce to music and just chill
Wave my arms i ride the waves
Gravity pullin my way
the wind it flows in funny ways
I feel at peace.
Hit the bottom silde and stop
Awkward stuff it catches up.