Candy love
          neon colors bubbling up through
     pink cellophane quilts

                  Voices that
                                 despite all logic
             pledge allegiance to the sincerity beside
                                                            roma­nce

You say it's hard to run on nothing
                          but it's harder with a broken heart

Conscious nonsense
             Don't you see I'm trying to
  think about my  
                             next
                                      ~move~
                   ­             I've
               run out of pawns I've
babbled with this brook for too long to
                             think
                             is the
                             idea
                             but
                             not
                            even
                           idealists
                           consider
                            that a
possibility at this stage, do they?
                                                        
  ­                                                   Ripped fabric in my head
                                               kerpow
                                                         and the lights
                                                                                                     go
out.

Grow up when you want to
                              

                How you'd like
          Up
Grow

                   so that when you reach the top

It's somewhere you'd like to be

I loved every thing, every inch
                                            and the song-streams never ceased
    But now my moon has left and the tides
         are
                  all
                       a
                         s
                           kew
                     so why should I be able to channel anything?

             the group mentality is to reject the sober and drink until

        nothing
        matters
                          ­                                                               oh
                       we're so far ahead of the group
                                                           ­                  [correction]
                       I am.

never sleep
don't want to waste a second

life is a blur and
                     then it ends
  so

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never fade
         never fade
                 never fade
                       never fade
                 never fade
         never face
never fade
         never fade
                 never fade
                       never fade
                 never fade
         never fade
never fade

     stop that you're doing

     stop fading

I ventured out
          into the wet blackness
                of our forest at night
    armed with the best light money can buy
        and fire
                                  and memories
                      but even the best protection can turn against you
                  



                                                                ­         and so I fled.

Waking up does not
                           always
    mean opening
                   your eyes

       Sometimes seeing isn't
                        half
                            the battle

The trees and the animals
   do not understand
          why we insist on
     h~u~r~t~i~n~g
                        them so

Maybe we all are the pins to
         explosive ideas
  and the world will shake apart
                   once we let ourselves go

If you want to be productive
             Place socks over your eyes
and giggle
                at your dog's beard
                         and the bitter flavors of life

Won't we all dance our ways to the fireside
             when it's particularly chilly

In between
                                                   What we know and

not the best place
     for us or
                 anyone, really
to be

                                                   The opportunities just outside windows

I would scream
                     But that's not what I do
I would rebound
                     But that would be blasphemous
I will be strong
I will be strong

Time will stand still

We will fall for time

One way
                               Stood at the top of a knoll
                A new low
No waiting looks welcome
                               One ultimate perspective

      A thousand open faces
                                                     Enjoy the passage of time
You had me at
                        Today matters, darlin'
You had me at
                        Archipelago Lotus Flowers
      3 pink hearts, an ornament of a house
Your world in
                        Every
                                ­ Square
                                             Inch
Just for fun
                         Make it worth remembering
Just for fun
                         Love heals (hazy yellow dreams)

      These hand-forged items
                                               Absolutely ridiculous
Became beautiful earth
                           that happily shapes us
    
       Though our feet may leave
                                             Have faith in the future

Jackson's trespassing music

Now is not a time for
Scissors

Threads woven here are not
     hampered by distance not
     distracted by the great bulk of
     time's slow passage between their
Two keepers

The prevailing viewpoint:
                      Life is moot
Stands to be swallowed by
     something
                soon

Something wonderful with a
Fuzzy heart

I was right. All composed of circles, but
Not a bad thing
Relations make life worth living and
Knowledge of them dispels any notion that
It is not

So deeply intertwined the little glimpses
Matter, carry
Explosive realizations in their handbags

It is hot, we are more than
Excited molecules and yet not
Really, excitement is relative
And we enjoy being excited

Heat transforms into a manifestation of
Interrelation awareness

Our world is largely cold and digital
Not to say we need to be

Neutrality is too often stifled by
Polar hands

How can I bring you to understand
The fragility of these words, that
It can all disappear in an instant
Dissolve into particles so small they
Refuse to be named

How can I convey the sense of urgency
That all moments stand as marble
In a hall of memory, waiting
For the last few empty shelves to be filled

When I tell you I miss you
When I tell you I'll miss you
I mean it

About it, you made the right choice it
All worked out in the end there were
Parades and balloons and you earned a
Trophy
Earned, not received

And they never pop, never dull
Limp with fractured wrists and arms and
Popcorn full to the threatening point of
Bursting, but they hold on for you

Watch your eyes *****, spewing dark sky
Studded with stars in the hopes of
Outshining all our halogen
Smiles

Continuation without meaning, meaning
Lacking merit, chains whose warders have
Long since deserted
Fallen prey to common gestures

There is no editorial for these thoughts
Of sound mind and sight body we
Press on

Some say it is the chlorophyll that keeps leaves
Green
I know it to be hope
I know, should hope grow tires and fail
To recognize her surroundings, leaves
Will drain to brown with
Worry

I challenge you, try to understand
Walk in the depressions left by the others
Feel their breath fueling your thoughts but
Keep them your own, always and
Forever your own, even as
Forever deflates and sags inward, a
Shadow of its former self

Reason, everything's about reason but to what
Ends, for what purpose and why?
A reason
Will not bring people together
A reason
Cannot solve a problem
A reason, a stupid ******* reason
Can't do much of anything at all

What is it for? What
Do we seek to justify somehow with this
Talk of talking we need
Three-dimensional speaking we need
Spheres of understanding not this
Circle we ride in silence without so much as a
Remark about the unchanging landscape

Fallacies will be present in all walks of life, hell
In every stone witnessed in all walks of life,
Hell,
Everywhere
And to dwell on them is to play the fool to
Succumb to defeat to rise above all we
Know and realize there is nothing else but
Cascading color waterfalls and this nub of
a pencil

Nothing crucial, no time for time when
It all is so vibrant, yet reflections adore
Our world because we invite them even
As we recognize the harm done, still welcome
Views built on the backs of the long dead and

Idealistic initial impressions of a
Flower before the wind steals it from the
Tangles of your hair and gifts pedals to
The breeze

Oh here is my map
What does it look like today
Oh
Here among the kudzu walls, enthralled
With life and all its possibilities
How frozen the landscape, how
Bountiful the harvest of
Minds filled by ideas, concepts
Burning like the wasp stings around my ankles

Far from the place I will be far from
Soon, but now
Oh here I invest, to
Hear what there is to listen to and
Speak of things unseen, walking
The shadowy path beneath trees and
Taunted by the sun, as

Forever is a world of a word that should
Never leave its cage
                                  [remember the last]
Second before the grasses grew tall and the
Roof sodden with rust, a perfect sandwich
Rotting on your dusty counter to await your
Oh here
of disgust whenever it is you
Plan on returning

Oh here you are beside it
Chomping away at nothing beneath the
Beautiful fountain where
Time means next to nothing and nothing
Lives for time and whatever is thought exists
Not as a conjecture solely but in tangible or
Perhaps an intangible form of peace, a quiet

Hillside on which all good things grow
Inside or out, and no punctuation to
Restrain these words, no sire and
Yes ma'am I do believe we've come to the
End of our tour now, so

Be sure to take your impact with you and
Have a lovely rest of your night while we
Break the morning

My life
My words
My thoughts
My shadows

are not yours.

Who is here to hear?

The wind.

Time to start packing

Slowly losing my grip on reality

Some days you wake up and don't want to do anything
Some days you lay on the couch and take a marathon of naps to the tune of endless sitcoms
Some days your body aches and your mind vaguely recalls what you put yourself through the day before
Some days you don't think you can continue

Those are the days that make you stronger
But only if you get up.

It's always good to be a rock
Incapable of being influenced by anything you might
Encounter and shy away from only to explore later on
From all the sicknesses and worries that plague so many
Minds at present

But so-called rocks are liars.

Drift off to sleep among
Hordes of orange sheep in the fields
Behind the Walgreens
Not the one you know but the one off that
Long road to nowhere we went on once while looking for
A place so desperately different from the one we found

Where you can crumple up a newspaper and throw
It up into the clouds, waiting for hours without even a
Whisper from its knowing pages

Beside the factory and
Inside they make little boys and girls into great
Law-makers and road builders who have lost their ways and
Dreams and wishes somewhere inside the world's collective furnace and
May never return to the
Land of the crayons

Pages rustle past as I close my eyes
And begin

The history of those
Who cannot choose their own histories for
Fear of messing some crucial element up or
Adding too much salt to the batter on account of being
Far too distracted by that bird chirp chirping on the turquoise window sill

Jump on top, pillow, cartoon kerpow
A fort of us
Untouchable, impervious
Like every horror movie extra, only

To keep an open mind and recall times
Spent  below the technicolor roof we built one afternoon
And chasing the one member of your family that
Runs away for a romp each time I open your door

Yes, into the dreams we rapidly hunker down in
Anticipation of a bombshell

Everything will be alright for you
Because it should be
And for us

I promise. Hold me to it.

You are a beautiful person. Remember our discussion of the word?
On all accounts
Please don't forget that.

Good night, everybody
Are we wishing for one
or convincing of one?

I can feel the greasy fingers of America
Closing around my throat, it's
High time to high
Tail it out of here, my friend

Let's go.

Is that all you've got?
Hit me, come on, hit
Me one more time right there

I have more blood to let

In the name of our failing country, tomorrow
Night will be spent floating in and out of realization
With candles and fireworks exploding about my head

Happy fourth, every \ body

Bathe us in glowing webs
Strung from the moon
Their floodlights blind those who stare
Straight into them

So we look just slightly left.

Once upon a time, there lived a mouse
And he went for the cheese.

*snap

Don't let your thoughts get the best of you;
Cuddle the dog.

Trying to write all day is beneficial, of course
But the only word that plagues my mind is
"explode"

Precious minute.
Don't pass me by without filling
The crevices of my mind with reason, purpose
Please don't leave me before you help combat this rising
Tide among the leaves,  as time flows like water
The seconds laugh away

I'm tired all the time now
Heart rate above average
Sometimes I could swear it is ready to stop beating
Strange arrhythmia waging war on me

And my clouded mind.

Ten years from now we will have since decided what we would like to devote our time to
Likely with plans of families and children, of the stability and serenity that comes with love
What will our memories of this time remain as? Will each moment be as vibrant?
Will we remember each other as we see ourselves now?

Time changes everything.
But perhaps we can change time.

We are crazed. Compassionately stupid in
Everything there is to be considered known

Let us gather then in the summer heat
On the blacktops above our fathers and grandsons
And run until we breathe blood, until we taste death on our lips
Then let us hold hands and take another step

1 mouse lived in the forest with
2 pieces of cheese to his name.
3 days before his hole was to be dug, his
4 whiskers quivered with anticipation so violently the
5 friends who shared his burrow were tickled mad by the happenings and found
6 weasels to eat various parts of the mouse in the hopes of making still his
7 days that remained before the farmer would have killed him anyway with his trowel

How cruel the world can be to a poor little mouse.

What is my aim?

A fantastic query to which I have many answers
I aim to explore the most beautiful and most mundane places on our planet
And keep secrets when they should be kept
And fly to great heights and sink to great depths and
Traverse lengthy tripwires that stretch between skyscrapers in the Mojave Desert

But tonight my aim is to be with you
And be with you
And be (where was it again?)

Ah, yes. With you.

I stare into the sun, twisted and
Aching from the things I put myself through to ensure
I am strong enough for you
And dream of a day that we will live
In a short while

I hope they surround you tonight
Grace you with the gift of serenity in your evening hours, that
Once they have been introduced to your benevolence as I have
They will do all in their power to grant you safe passage through the
Theme parks and grasslands and flowery meadows of dreams in which
You walk unseen with every whisper deafening

Slid into base this morning
Are you safe? Am I?
What a terrible umpire when
I foresee a triple and you just
End up sick

Fly to the highest oceans and let's
Gel in the trophic zone

Do you ever feel strange?

I do at times.

mix some shakras up in a glass and
drink it down it's a celebration a time of
times the present lives among and within our
thoughts, groping for memories we call home time and
time again as light finds us stuck full of hypodermic nonsense
shrinking from shadows until we shake hands in a corner and they're not
so bad they're quite inviting and provide all the stuff we need when we need it
like an infinite knapsack of colloquialism forever surrounded by stars

jupi tear me down.

You know you've been searching for something
As for what that dewdrop holds, anything but a compassionate smack
Upside your head inside a tree beside
Our waterfall

Stinging water, soothing thorns expand under parting skin
Only to laugh as the crocodile laughs

Did we really think it could monopoly the skies?
What a falsehood

Find a day of rest
Our lives are far from other, with years for you to
Come to your senses

We should find a weeping sunset story far from
Our lives and memories
And read it aloud together

I wish I could be aware of my previous and future selves
How much there would be to learn
Let me lay down
Let me sleep
Tell me I'm not too far gone
For my heart to be alone

What will tomorrow bring?

Get back on top, beat yourself down
Explode to incredible heights and defy gravity
It never ends until it does.