After I yawned
And my face relocked into its fixed position
And my eyes reglued into their sockets
I swallowed in the others expressions
Looking up, brain swollen
The floor materialized tiredness
Brandishing my finger, drawing in the air like a wand

Sepia dust at
Dawn they rust
And stick to the English
Air
    Streets do shine
With love in mind
And fix the past
   They bare

Psychic spies and stimuli
Walk hand and hand on cape Relentless
Acid trips on a steady drip
  Never gets the consequences

Speak to me in lull
     Sweet misery despise
Mumble not with words
     But with the look in your eyes
Whisper at my pillow
     Wake me in my sleep
Talk only with your lips, love
      Because lo, your mind solely weeps

I was placed in your pocket with your will to be
   Weird
  Every thought skewed my vision on what I thought
Should be clear
I had the world as my shoulders and
My head was the sun
  What I gave you wouldn’t take
Now what I gave is on the run

Myth thy chariot
   Sons and hours
Away in a minute
   The queens do scour
Frightened by the pen
Ambient daughters
Frightened by the pen
The sword does slaughter

Sound pulsates like gelatin from the
Mouths of the starving
Funding for this program was brought to you by the
Mouths of the starving
Torture would be given to the
Mouths of the starving
Power is inpatient because all of us are
     Starving

The camera fixates on a face
-closer
Dampen the impeding surrenders
September daydreams of Jade
     Natures force was made
For mass production

Awaken my demons, I’m always at
Bay
Stay
Faces turn slightly, they know me by
Name
Stay
Over the mountains my free will
Escapes
Stay
Guarding you tongue when it likes what it
Tastes
Stay
I’ll let you know
I’ll let you hear
When it falls
When it falls

Well I’m laughing and I know I
have a choice
static is, and static likes the noise
things may pass so up you shouldn’t dwell
static burns and static likes the smell

all the bee’s are dancing in the air
kiss the grass and I haven’t got a care
it’s funny how the world, it spins so slow
why it does I surely do not know

purple is the color of the sky
love is the answer to the question “why?”
it’s funny how a life, it grows so fast
time may tell but time will never last

Everyone
In my head, said
In unison
Is everybody in, said
From down here
You mind appears, said
Street lights change
You’ll rearrange, said
Things look different from the ground.

She loses herself within the pages that he writes
Never knew life could be so bitter through someone else’s eyes
Stabbing you in the back, but what’s the plan of attack
Just to be watching from a distance, the disturbance that you lack

Motionless stuttering aimlessly to the ground
Overwhelmed by the filth that nurtures and surrounds
Your dream-like disorder
Learning as you get older
Not to shake hands with the strangers whose immaturity seems shorter  

Nocturnal
And breathe before the anxiety sets in
Don’t stop just because the direction you’re following could bleed sin
It’s the flow
Of the fluid
To let be
And swim through it
So let’s just smile as the rain hits and keep this ship in movement

No creo
En vivo para su asilo
Ven conmigo

Dynasty dwells on the richer man’s lawn
As she chooses her words carefully
Lips like the pawn
Of the black and white lifestyle
She nods as she sits while
The pulse that once harbored takes its turn to stand trial

Anointed, at last
The shock theory stood chance
But tell me how many licks does it take for you to understand
You’re ignoring too much hurt
The beauty of disturbed
Until god whispered in your ear
The pain fled dispersed

And at first with unreasonable doubt
It felt good to feel new
Empowered by the strength and the wisdom that it grew
Overseen by the temperament
Not knowing where December went
And all I saw within the darkness was a reflection of you

I speak so my mind can hear me.
We don’t like to be disturbed
I write so my head can read me.
We try to see every word.
I think so my skin can feel me.
We still search to be cured.
                                                Have you touched the queen’s lullaby?
                                                We Have.
                                             We’ve heard

Away from the sun
Pale gets warmer
Never number one
Ashes get colder

And the Myans predicted
Only time will tell
Just swimming in my personal hell

We're all sitting ducks
Please hold me tight
Though the night

I’m a crow perched on
A telephone pole
Just waiting for the worms

Lightning comes
I am numb
On the road

Misunderstood
The dove sought after
A change for good
A chance shot at her

Fly with the crow
I want to yell
Swimming in my personal hell

Studying the nest
Bulimic rests
In the throat

And the eagle
Iconic white
If only his mind was right

He’d know that his dove
Has fallen in love
With a crow

Time heals wounds
But it also kills slowly
The dove’s heart grew
Yet blood stopped pumping

Pain felt the crow
As the bells tolled
Swimming in his personal hell

All life aside
He dove through the lake
Drowned and died

Drifting away
No longer felt pain
Free to escape
See the dove again

And the clear water
Drew a surprise
As the tears swept softy from my eyes

There laid the dove
Sent from above
Waiting for me

Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away

Please don’t wait
Reveal to me
Your empty space

Lights embrace
Your will to be
My new face

It tastes great
Let me see
Your minds last wake

Judge can’t fake
Amnesty
Clear blue lake

You came, you lost, you came, you won
You came, you tangled up your tongue
You came, you lost
You came, you won
You screamed
“Aren’t we having fun?”

Self-destruction of the mirror
The things you hold dear
Dinner for one
Ego
Salvation is here
For the year of the snake
Holds a spot in its place
For these creatures
Eyes
Make up most of their face
The creatures disposed across
Thursday’s bathroom floor
Sick of December's lifts and lies
The months have been used twice a week
As the mirror gets a crack
Because part of us died

For all who have loved
And
For all who have lost
I have felt neither
So who is at loss?
The ones who have had
And so abruptly fake
Or the one who has nothing
But his soul to take

I keep time while I drive with my left foot
And presumably flatten the pedals with my right
As I get out, my jeans rub with the velvet
Completing the circuit with a metal door, quite trite

Chanting with a focused tunnel vision
I bid my stereo good night
Ending my ride in a final decision
I depart to fall asleep in the leaves

Oh well
A well
The mission bell
Remind me, where have we been?
Oh yes
That’s right
That motel out west
Near the bottom of the $5.00 bin

We hold the many reins
-mmm hmm
We hold reign
-oh yes
We’ve held the rain
-More!

No good comes out of me with elongated periods of thought
I think with the plight of the pessimist
I do what I ought not
I become repulsive
Tonic
Hygienic
*****
Strangely ironic
Unlawfully rude
Thought of periods elongated with me of out comes good
no, Monsters

How far away was eventually
How long before I became we
If I had to guess I would have to say
That today was a day to let be

I accumulated ways to ignore people
I collected bits that could make people laugh
I could impress but never could address change
I never massed up the nerve or my wrath

I’ll sit and plan my future days
I’ll lie down and think about before
I’ll mark up and schedule our parted ways
But I’ll always think that I could have done more

Humans are guttural
Glued and cruel
Natural savage
A religious mule
A finger with reason
A bark and a bite
With theological treason
Your wrong is my right

Unzip the Earth
And there, you have Mars
Squash the feat on sight
And extinguish all records of ours
“It’s not worth the time and the hassle”
The vagrants cried and started to shout
“I’m sure one way or another-
It will figure itself out”

An ill-motioned groove drowned me, driving
Like the sick puppy I am, halfway out of my car window
Eyes starving, high and unorthodox
The foliage watched
Each sapling in fact
Covertly whispering to the other
Snide and volatile
“He sure fell out of the nest”
“He must be Mad”
I drove by with a hint of my satiric
Showing my teeth
They were looking back, un-teased

Mundane chatter and VHS tapes
Renaissance iron and tired eyes, awake
Lying on the carpet
Minimalistic sandwich
Lying to the paw print
Cannibalistic light switch

I surveyed from my electric piano
Seated in monotonous comfort
In the skewed seat of a classroom, to the left
In my orb of scrutiny
The light was yellow and thin
Each child seemingly no good
Sewing away at their desks, the days literature
One of them contorted, still feet facing forward
Her petite waist shifted mechanically and geared to a stop in my direction
In native culture, her spirit would be something feline and pleased  
It was in her focused grey stare, fluorescing milky blue
Her iris’s de-crystalized and oscillated in thick Rorschach drops  
As the spell was cast I remained, seated in observation
Wanting to style her maniacal lips
Our thoughts made love in a cloud above this sea of starving fish

On my canvas linen bed
I can’t be seen
But feed
Delicious red fruit
By the arm of an avalanche
-And the tips of frostbitten antlers

Friendly chains in a timely manner
I assume someone paid them to keep me in *******
They would never do this to me without strange reason, besides
I’m a euphoric little *******
Squinting with my bedroom eyes
Hinting at with shrewd surprise
That our skin is all but melting

The pall  
The wall
The sheet of despair, with deception to spare
The art of big words
Carried on the backs of birds
From point A to
Point C
From what is
To what
Could be

I avenge the young
With my cheek in my tongue
And with the lyric of a silent cardboard man
We consume the rug
Beauty swollen as a bug
We will use all that we possibly can
They looked at us sour
Wealth fully to cower
And recoil to their sweet nesting clan
I assume the worst
As my bubble won’t burst
And acceptance has just hit the fan

There was a hole in the ground
No bigger than my hand
And as I reached in
It began to expand
In the center of the garden
Of the Castle Winter Requiem
I took all that I could find there
Or at least, what was left of them
Alas I found the tomb
Temple Goddess of the Moon
She took the form of a sparrow
From war, bitten by an arrow
And she granted me the favor
If I would so boldly choose
To pick a life with her forever
Or have a chance at cutting loose
She reemerged into a body
Morphed into a woman, grey and proud
My obsession became a hobby
As she unraveled her silken shroud

Reanimated, afoot, and coming awfully close
Her inhuman face I’ll consume forever
and mine
She loved the most.

I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
Adulthood,
What about you makes me feel the need to embellish this rune?
I look down from my eyelids onto the hands in which I mold
Manipulate; take shape, as the do as they are told
Except with too many chemicals these extremities begin to shake
Dislocate and replace what I enchant to what I make.
Furthermore,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I don’t mind the responsibility but it’s my mind that I sometimes loose
Over the slow man, the pedestrian and all the chatter from the rest of them
In the simple things is what you’re supposed to love but it’s the simple things that **** me off
When I have one point to make and nobody knows the difference
And finally,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I’m always away doing something that the other kids never do
Was I the only one who got the message from my god?
The holy ghost of asking questions followed by a subtle nod
As neurotic as that is followed by how it could be
I found the script to the autobiography of being me
Sincerely

A gift for you
Keeper of the gray
Lonely weekend
I’ll ask if I may
Please trust in my red season
The leaves will fall
Maybe I’ll see you again or
Maybe not at all

Please tell me sweetly
If you want to stay we
Better do it alone

I’m not trying to rush you
What you want I want too
Stay awhile for the show

Carnival head dress
Women going *******
Tell me where should we go

Stop and smell the blood thirst
Always going feet first
Stay awhile for the show

We are puppets
We are made of yarn

The color Grey and all its shades
Beckoned me to play today
I lit my thumb
And gentile rain
The sky excused
It’s sun-born plague
We laughed and said
“Lets do this again”
I left and Grey left too
Soon my child will play with his
While I walk and whistle this tune

Backwards on a chair
A visage sat and stared
Void of expression
Vacant to depression  
Seasons on his teeth
Tobacco in his lungs
A reservoir he seeks
To empty his mind and enter the sun.

The film Jim was watching was in
Black and White. He’s seen it before
And I
Was a few rows behind.
He loved the theater because it smelled like home
  Before moving away from Minnesota.

His face was medieval, sinister and proud
He suffered quiet desperation
  And hid it between his brow
The movie, epileptic, machine-like and loud
It was a retelling of the Great War
   And it drew in a crowd

  Jim’s favorite part was the silent scenes
The yang to the firefight and circus
  He’d joke and smoke and nudge his fellow solider
Mind without body in a movie without purpose

The film Jim was watching was in
Black and White. He’s seen it before
And I
Was a few rows behind.
He slashed his wrists in his seat that night
Because his body couldn’t live without his mind

They lost Ohio
We remembered they forgot
They lost our sparrow

The Industrial wolf hunts alone
  Contracted from:
  Factory and iron
The Industrial dove is unable to fly
   Her wings were forged and plated
The Industrial pig eats his own kind
  For he is not made of meat
The Industrial sheep, labor and oblivious
  Has never tasted a cream so sweet

“Leave little to the imagination
and more to unbiased opinion”
Said Adam, to the Evening
“I know little of wall paper patterns
and even less of God’s dominion”
Continued Adam, to the Evening
“Give them all they came for, give them all they want
You see, piety is no religion, just as a word is not a font”

Some days have elapsed
Untied, I walk the field
  Jim and I, with wooden cane
   Balance the copper revealed
Thus, my coin could never prevent
Her innocent moment at death
Wide, her pupils dragged in the world
And brought with them all I had left

I travel now with gold in hand
And walk this grain on high
I pay with homage to my fluorescent wife
Whom to my front, breathed out goodbye

The explosion lasted for 27 seconds
The fallout, a few years more.
I could comprehend the what where and why’s
-How the ceilings became the floors.
What was left was rebuilt, by
Who was left and had the will
I know, I’ve seen, I felt
-Splint delivered a demise unheard
Shrapnel was what I was dealt.

In fiscal time, there needs no restart
No physical wound, but shrapnel at heart
Sure we fought, and some still survive
We will all live with debris for the rest of our lives.

Winds of influence, thin as iron
Subservient to the metallic pallet.
The sandman, he comes
In nightshade, he clumps
All thinkers in the corner of a room.
“Dream,” he went on
*****, quite fertile
The Delaware cross-gleam in brow.
“Now is the present,” they agreed in the moment
That the present surely was now.
“I know that you wonder, and I wonder too,
naturally it’s something we do.
Awake with the knowledge that everything’s something
And something is nothing new.”

There’s a hole in my head where the thoughts come out, and
On occasion it appears to take the form of a mouth, yet
Predominately speaking while the Earths water is leaking
I’ve tried to find the way to stop the whole sky from falling down

I’m setting fire to the soil, allowing the desert to bloom
I’m setting orange cones and speed bumps to stop the tide from cutting loose
I’m setting stone to the classroom to splice the air from out the sculptor
I set the standards to the line of “Thou shalt not doubt her”

As the cherub minstrel
Shakespeare at altar
Prose-stripped restore and
  Leviath defaulter

  Step forth in hood-hang
Wood breath with death stain
Lever pull unto trap door
Panic raid replaced Doom’s mourn

My head plays like a movie reel
  Projected amongst my eyes
Every ounce of static and imperfection
   Surrender to film from all sides
  The scars from the tape relay my vision
  I blink and hear the shutter on screen
  My head plays like a movie reel
As I plan for my Final scene

On my highway I go
  As fast as we like
  My misery demands company
    Face to the glass
    And porcelain mask
    This moment was always fun for me

Walk to the fun-house
  Mad-house n’ sad-house
   Arrive a minute too soon.
    Carnival courtyard
      Judge gavel wire barb
       Tortured 12 hours past noon.
        Serial laugh scare
        White faced with green hair
        Schizoid with no idea.
        Plan for the worst one
       The first one, you thirst some
      The rats are feverish and calm.
      Scurry for the front door
     To see day just one more-
   A maze, caught in Lucifer’s palm.