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

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

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet  

On the day of Halloween back when I was 6
I was careful and quiet, in the burbs and near the sticks
Today was different, but I didn’t know how
A day supposedly saved for the devil would ever be allowed

I knew how to be scared, and I’m sure I felt fear
Being acquaintances with Lucifer every time I looked in the mirror  
I noticed I was whiter becoming the shade of a lamp
And I could tell that my eyes were progressively turning black

And so I left
My own reflection
I knew that I was morphing only in the wrong direction
Every ounce of good inside me was getting digested in my stomach
And when I ran onto my family I pretended I was dumbstruck

Never before had the thought of being the black sheep become so vivid
Now I knew I didn’t belong and it was something I had to live with
Bouncing a ball to the floor off a wall and back in my hand
Seemed to be the only thing left in the world that I could understand

Then a voice in my head reverberated like the voice of God
But this was an opposing force and it sounded quite odd
I couldn’t make out a langue but the message was unmasked
He said I was his servant and blood was what he had asked

My mind was spinning and my palms were to the ground
My memory erased and my soul was lost and found
I hungered for death knowing the honor that I bestowed
And so I pushed my puppy into the middle of the road

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet

Intelligence is followed by ignorance
Fever followed by figurativeness
A better human
Or more humane
Never before or
Never again

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

In true form Potential energy
Resides in residential memory  

Obscure are the things that hang down from ceilings
Pout is the mouth scorn my pigeon-toed feelings
Send spies and magic away with said legion
Cast unto forest from behind this grey region

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.

Hell made me consistent
Persistent, I went with it
And caught the eye of the girl behind glass

Up, she got close
Molecular woes, a lethal dose
With one touch my window collapsed

No one would think
Gut sink, simultaneous blink
The possibility unconstitutionally in reach

Things she would say
Meaning to days and astonishing phrase
I would make happy all I needed most

Had I searched every-earth
Proving worth, providing mirth
I would have found the same you, as inevitably

Now Hell has subsided
And we reside in what’s been guided
She is the me I like most

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

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

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

Baggie, tin foil, pizza box that entered much too soon before I had the chance to read the baking instructions.
Tissues, red bull cans, graded busy work that earned it's keep after a professor marked it with a big red "X."
Mummified tea bags drained of every last living drop, miniature candy bar  wrappers, a dumb drawing of a cow dressed as Spider-man.
Guitar strings, chewed gum, a news article about the house I burned down.
Love notes, crumpled paper cups, and a used band-aid.

“Why can’t I see you every night?”
When I’m still afraid of dying, you should know better
-The show feather with a 1920’s twist.
A flapper, with someone who slaps her
But only her closest friends know.
In unapplauded tones they tell her to split
While she’s ahead
What’s in her head is:
1. Chewing gum
2. Her finger and thumb
Calling for a cab.

Hell holds a place
Where I pace in a space
And through glass, I look at you

Not out of vengeful fury
But for sorrow and worry
As I remain in a dismal blue

You are not alone
And prone to the light he has shone
With your mate, both head and soul

I tear at my skull
Hysterically mull, presence null
Misery flushed by eternity’s toll

Obligatory affection
For the reflection of woman perfection
He has, but I too want you excessively  

The glass will not break
He kisses you for my sake
I famine helplessly to get more than your stare

You look back throughout his touch  
Every time it’s exceedingly much
I die watching you go

The empty calories are all full of rage as
My double-edged pen cut dinosaur days with
Little bow peep and that chick from down the street
Both swallowed the fluid keeping the cosmic egg clean

Shimmering Midwest dream
Duluth snow, south of the sea
Yes, sound is vibration, the glass is full
Love for my Mini-Happiness, Saint Pull

Innocent world please watch me sit
Politely while you crack your whip, again.
Teddy says he likes your boots,
I told him that were born to lose, again
I giggle and smirk while you strike past
Teddy says he likes my laugh, again
Innocent world please love me tight
In your monstrous arms I feel alright, again.

He see’s in color
He see’s in black
The season’s summer
The leaves are back

Innocent world please tuck me in
Relive from me my deadly sins, again
Heaven will wait for teddy too
I love him to death but that’s nothing new, again
Check the closet, don’t close the door
Please pick my night light off the floor, again
And in the morning when we wake
The shimmering sun across the lake, again
Oh innocent world please learn with me
Of past and present for eternity, again.

Well I guess it’s implied that I wear my heart on my sleeve
Because when love is spelled backwards the four letters don’t mean the same thing
And the bomb has been dropped time to move with god speed
I can’t believe the sights and sounds of my post apocalyptic speech
I miss my old earth; I miss my pennyroyal tea
I miss my girl, my sweet flower, though she’s never met me
And if there’s one thing I remember, it’s forget about feelings
Because I chased my girl for eternity, and now she’s bitten me
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting
Lying here in my undead state, if I had tears I know I’d cry
But my leg is stuck to this wall by chain; I count bugs to pass the time
Who lives here? What will they be? As these questions come to mind
A silhouette appears, turns off the light and leaves me behind
I miss my girl, my sweet black dove, my kitten and my swine
I’ll just lay here, I know you’ll care, and love me in due time
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting

Lurking hermit, corridor snake
Predator owl, behavior lake
Social depiction deficiency
“Living at sea”
When all that matters is you
                                           And me

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

Gather inside
The stranger said
Day’s people and faces
Spread homage
In trance
To the most bashful of places  

Compulsive imposter in the skin of a monster
Hides in the drain of your sink  
Carnival smoke where the piper doth stoke
The needs and allegations of ink

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 bags beneath my eyes have been efficiently packed
And are stored in a pressurized cabin
“The weather is fair”
Said the captain of the craft
“We’ll be leaving according to schedule”
2:30 AM and my mind will take off
a dependence I consider immeasurable

Waiting for a train in the courtyard
Wait to go insane I’m gonna go far  
Away from this train in the courtyard
I’ve planned to be in pain only thus far

I’ve been studying
I’ve been swallowed
I’ve been studying
I’ve been swallowed

The U Fifty-Five Ten Forty-Six
Was my means to space
Knowing it was worth the risk
From the ground up at the ship I laughed before standard takeoff procedure
I knew where I was going
And I had all that I would need there
My suite filled with oxygen
  From the umbilical cord of the craft
And my mind filled with thoughts of them
How I’m never going back

  In my swamp of space
  My sandbox and womb
  I became the unspoken face
And the son of the moon

Loose gravel come and it
Ride up your shirt and it
It can’t contend but it
It knows its worth and it
It can pretend and it
It can befriend but it
It knows its worth and it
It’s place on Earth and it
It’s velvet song
It won’t be long
Loose gravel come and it
It won’t belong

Well they say Jesus was a sailor, but the blind men couldn’t float
So I just sat in the river and watched as my skin erode
Escape is a verb not used by the ones who speak it
Give love and take action on the ones who may critique it  
  
Let’s all pray for the kid who dreams in black and white
See’s people as colors, knows aura on sight
Lives to die to leave his footprint
And has been writing ever since
He loves the idea of people talking about him in past tense  

Life is so much sweeter when you breathe through your imperfections
You see it all in slow motion as it spills in all directions
It’s a theater of war between the sleepers and the accepting
Until you look into a mirror and notice that it’s not reflecting

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

Telephone poles become the earth’s rulers for how far we’ve gone
Another trip
Another travel
Another tower
I’ve grown fond
Of every face that I’ve witnessed passing through glass
Between sponges of green
And each spectrum’s mast

Weren’t you a member?
A child to the sun
All the frightening of lions and thundering shamelessly
Tell me how often did you play the games, are you too old
Look to them now
They’re formed from nostalgia and built by the mean ones
Consecutive airwaves cut common foot gluttons; they’ll eat you alive
Run from them now
I’d ask for a teacup but your mind is racing me
Back to the start where our backs began facing what fools know
Clap for them now
Yes they were sleeping I realize misfortune
Stop subtle reaping we need them back onto our side!

Somehow I have ended up-
On the island of the snow

When the light hits we-
Will watch the bodied waters grow

Some have come to sing the aid of cosmic egg you surely must have known
Busy, empty, queen bee gave us nectar harvest words a choice to go

The sun of astrology and the tarot card of mirrors
Tired reflection underlining the tissue of fears
A four-letter word that crawls through the years
Black works well with the mind it clears

God cast a wave to **** all who were wakeful
Whilst I was tense asleep
God then cast a final wave to all who kindred slumber  
All souls to a heavenly keep
But I did arise in an earthly world
The second before deliverance
Now I am the last gothic plight
In the age of non existence  

God’s fowl doing was for the good of mankind
A disease on His first creation
To wipe the slate clean, tabula rasa
Was a decision without hesitation

I was left to pillage and walk
Under the overcast clouds of all angels
Unfortunate son to the Father of life
Of whom am I to be blameful?

Telecast and I wear my mask
I want to go but I haven’t touched shore
Emulate everyone knows
I come back more and more

Under fire the rain seems soft
Coming home I never get lost
Pixie dust ice cream truck
Paperback heart

Free will I sit still
The blessings count me so I get my fill
And I wake up in the sun dried mud
Talking to my hand

White curtain blue collar work
Stitch up my spine so my smile still smirks    
I got four kings in a jar of dirt
Waiting for a train

I’m as bad as it gets
And as good as I feel
The fallout has left me to die
And I recently learned
She was only concerned
Of my requiem
Chaos stopped by

So the bomb’s embroilment
Greets at my door
To the monsters and passerby’s
And away in a plane
My dear love disdains
As a widow
She only cries

And then there was three
And an ember of speed
With a pat on the back
And a few grams of things

Mummified in plastic
Sawdusty pigment
“What street did you say you lived on?”
They showed up, and then we went

She calls my eyes mysterious
My therapist calls them depressed
I say she’s schizophrenic
See says she’s underdressed
They ask us how we met
She left it for me to address
“From one lunatic to the other-“
“In your mind?”
-“Be my guest.”

The pillow won’t bite even if you try to fight it
The children all say that I can’t even hide it
Under the bed I sure see what’s above it
The children all say that I can’t even love it

Don’t stay up for me
I don’t know if I left yet

Up in my head I sure know where the key is
The children all say that now I look fearless
Over the rafter is just where my dream is
There is a stich in the fabric that I swore was seamless

Don’t stay up for me
I don’t know where I left it

This couch is warm
But this room still so cold
The lies you speak are new
But this story’s oh so old
And now the presence in my heart
Grows weary can’t you tell
That I knew right from the start
You’d drag me straight on to hell, yeah
Know that I know, I know that I know
I can’t wait
Again

And so alone
The streets breathe like smoke
The lies you speak are new
But the story’s oh so old
And now the languid smell of ash
Made me imagine the past
If death could take me back
Forget this bliss I’ve cast, yeah
Know that I know, I know that I know
I can’t wait
Again

I opened the leaflet
By what means did we get
To shore in a matter of months.
Oh heat from exhaustion
And meat from the lost bin
I’m captain on all equal fronts.

So sure of the story
By some things that lure me
I know by a flagon of beer.

So false are the reasons
But yet we’re still seasoned
To occasionally stumble upon here.

             Real Estate at the
Top of the lake is well aware of
Equilibrium
     Tell my Dad and my
Brother too and you might as well
Tell the rest of them

Capture and conquest and capital clues
All by nature as conceptually true
Canceling cannons and appraising for food
Can’t consistently measure the facts from some fools

I know where your life is
I know where you live
At the corner of sorrow and solitude
Across the street from sanction and bliss
Children playing at your doorstep turn
A lighter shade of blind
You look to seal this empty lot
You look in hope to find
I know where your life is
I know where you live
Near the old church by the drugstore
Near my grave, you must forgive

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.

On the shelf of a mountain
Preserved in glass
Is where my bed is
Precariously by chance
Until I’m hoisted to the basement
By crank and by chain
In gaping oblivion
“Oh what I need
Oh what I’d change"

The moon is made of human skin
Freaks and inmates
The fish’s fin
Fine wine dinning
Mountainous hoard
This is where these things
Are stored

Weeping metal in uniform bursts
Pass down the lament
From rock to rock
Sun to son
            Which was first?
             The hunger or thirst?

The atmospheres melancholy roar
Midwest urban floor
Spoken with deep drawn vowels
Sweat like nectar
As Mr. Crow scowls
From gravestone to telephone pole
Emotion walks with a cane

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?”