I am ***
inadmissibly slapped too many times
bruised and shapely underneath my jeans
moving with defening sound waves
I have grown tired of your exploitations

like leftover food
i awake every morning
plastic rehab bed

skin tight black leather
ropes
duct tape
rambling nonsense and
intensly derogatory terms
life is nothing but a bar
over run by fake plastic beauty
with overpriced wine and overpriced steez
******* kayne west

I'm sick of your **** scene
your american dream
seemingly perfect
in everyway
the tasks you complete everyday  
in cyclical motions
avoiding chaos and commotion
cause god forbid you'd have to face your pain
you're far to weathered to handle the strain
complain complain complain
you're too ******* smart
and too ******* vain

It makes me sick

like xanax and ***
that these days the world beats
to only one drum

Like sticks and stones
You'll break my bones
I'll scream before you strike me

And flinch and groan
Drunk off patron
You thought that you could buy me

I'm not some drone
That'll grunt and moan
Just so that you'll like me

And If you don't condone
You're on your own
Your stupid *** can bite me

I will travel by hummingbird
fleeting from each soft flower
gathering wisdom
and carrying it away with me
I will travel like feathers from a torn pillow
blowing wildly in the wind
settling somwhere to rest
until I am carried away again
I will deeply root myself
wherever I deem perfect in this universe
knowing that all things are beautiful and full

where goest thou deep
in concrete streets
of a wicked jungle
the rumble of
unsettling events; intense
concentrating
on escaping
these decrepit patterns
of useless existence
resistance to causualties
turning into familiarities
rear back to attack
fatal norms and society
pressing beliefs into skin violently
picking through dirt like worms
makes you squirm
and crunch the skin on your face
disgrace
to humanity
with their one ounce of sanity
equally dispersed among the public
disruptive you say?
that I've ruined the peace of this virtuous day?
do you sleep at night ?
with the right kind of dreams?
he beams at a perfect system
that thrives in secret tyranny
the irony!
enough to make you sick
and **** on the shiny shoes of the opresser
the ladder to heaven has collapsed and burned
so LEARN how to deal with death life and birth
ON EARTH!
this wont pay off after
no factor of mortality
plays into "divine reward"
like a ***** you're bored of misery and law
so thaw the boundries of
adventure and ambition
petition for ignition
to the revolutionary fire
the dire need for more wood to burn
take turns
melting away

take me to the falls
we'll feel the water pelt our backs
turn red like roses

you're too wonderful
lips brush against weathered skin
I love your sunspots

ambitious and young
you'll take me away with your laugh
you have dried my wings

you're my every breath
I'll count every star with you
as we drift to sleep

the graveyard is humming quietly
as I sleep in the shack nearby
the headstones shiver with the cold boulder breeze
vibrations shoot from my feet up my spine
I can hear them tossing in their sleep
he pulls me closer
he hears it too
he is frightened
my dauntless man quivers
I close my eyes
the world around me crumples
like a wet newspaper
a dead man appears by the door
rips out my throat with his rotting teeth
surrounded by what is left of his bloated and putrifying skin
he is screaming
I have brought your halo! you are no longer young
and I may touch you as I please!
he is breathing fire from his nostrials
spewing words that I can no longer comprehend.

I am infinity!
I am the freedom that is death!
I am a closet filled with skeltons and other atrocities!
I am coming down really ******* hard!

I open my eyes
beside me still
he breathes quietly
over the sounds
of the graveyard humming

Worldly obsessions take hold
of the confident and bold
regressing in will
swallow that pill
craddle that bottle
watch him wobble
with ignorance
and greed
drop to your knees and plead
with the lord
you're bored
and sore
from the whiplash of life
the universe is trife
my words corrupt and slaughter
flowing like ***** tap water
I speak for the dumb
I hear for the deaf
breath for the breath
less
and this should be enough
what makes you so tough
you snarl and growl
fowl as ****
In your skin tight jeans and pick up truck
good luck

before the universe breaks and bends
society falls and humanity ends
the world will continue to bleat and pretend
they understand
what they never can
no one to listen to you plead
do these people even bleed
you're a completly new breed
of drone
aimlisy working
to increase what you own
or what owns you
your turning blue
choked by the system you thought you knew

You are my moth
guiding me into a blazing fire
I will dry up like dandelions in winter
and be blown away by your screams
You take me higher and higher
until I brush against the tips of space
with no oxygen
I'll be around to pick up my stuff in the morning.

I am what I am
for I am
a perfect reflection of a fantastic source
created in a cyclical format
I may only be wrinkled never ripped
for I am
What I am

time cannot thrive here
lost ballons measure my life
and big silly hats

little water nymph
create for me an ocean
so i may dive in

Wind beneath trees
the birds and the bees
vibrations of your voice
as I rest my head against your chest
You impress me
with your ability to undress me
so quickly
the skys like my heart
on fire
you tear me apart
inside
I melt
and never felt
until now
Have I been asleep?
walking in a lucid dream
It seems the bridge
between reality and perfection
has broken
and I am stuck on the other side
where the grass grows greener
once you implied
you loved me
and wanted to love me
again and again
my young friend
you are far too lovely
trust me
when I say
I could never grow bored
you fill that empty core in my body
I float above life and watch the people trudging by
wishing they knew
someone like you
that could make them feel the way that I do

You sold candy on the play  ground
to the innocents
the wide eyes

they dove right in

you     carried   them    away