ever find it funny how how how how it all just goes on
no matter what
people say this, people say that
doomsday around the corner
at the drop of a hat
but the next day always comes
bright n early and on time
when will the day come?
''''''
words breaking
bodies shaking
beautiful thunder
ringing, reverberating throughout vessels
ethereal, physical, inanimate
cars rocking steady
beds creaking
echoes of soundwaves vibrating
Precipitation
always been waiting
for such a moment
touch of flesh potent
been waiting for this moment
is it everything wanted?
''''''
fading
swaying
breaking
subtly
noticed
when walking boldest
incomprehensible to consciousness
but deep within ancestral blood
subconscious behavior
''''
eyelids paint black
out like a match
burnt from decay
feelings never want to stay
stand still, yet sway
falling off on a decay
dry whippin with no delay
but with a fade, deep down, once locked in cage
where answers lay
within;without
look around
peepin corners
under curtains
eyes looking
something cooking
brooth for thought
keys to mind identified
moving on with presence of now
move like crow bringing woe to everyone around
feel positivity under negative dualistic attributes
working towards retribution
ever so steadily, but with swift foot guile
familiarity with these tiles shifting and forming, morphing into something new, always and forever nothing I pretend, but something ego cant depend.
~~~~~~
Pilot
lighting away
lightning distant, not far away
close like word on street
but stuck in suburbia
trapped in isolation
land molested by white devil hands
rooted deep in the finest grains of sand
in ancient lands
Looking outside of the glass,
reflections of past, a future smudged, but faintly visible
Outside of the glass is the infinite moment of now,
somehow,
untouched by human hands,
something only observed outside of observance
energy in abundance pouring out of fountains in mountains o brooth
no one believes, but its a truth
partial to the bigger picture
is a caption really necessary?
''''''
on and on and on and on and on
it goes ever so
built oppression
neglected expression
stuck on false thoughts and feelings
redirecting sails into new lands
a new perspective
new flesh
~~~~~
Evil consciousness
Suzerian possession takes sway,
stage the show
(haiku)

This is a collaboration work I wrote with a good friend of mine, Benjamin Patterson. These words are mine and his, and they tell a great story.*

Have you ever been down?
That dusty old road?
The one with no paths,
The one that grows old.
How did the young become proud?
How did they find it all?
Even though I hit the ground,
The hardest hit was the fall.
You know what they say.
“Turn the glass, spill the sand.”
I never felt so alone.
Without your hand in my hand.
I’ve been gone for so long.
Standing out in the rain.
I need to find a place.
Where I can just rest my brain.
No one stands when they fall.
The end was never so clear.
I always give it my all.
But I'm lost without you here.
Sure life has its ups and downs,
Even though I say I'm alright,
I scream out loud.
And again, I lay alone tonight.
There are no distractions.
I’m too busy thinking about any and everything.
After this past that I've been lain,
Just thought of what my future brings.
I've been through it all, the scars and the pain.
Riding on my Pegasus, I fell off into hopelessness.
I had made it through, I thought I conquered it.
But the past, which was you, came back and knocked me into unconsciousness.
I've been gone for so long.
Standing out in the rain.
I really just need to find a place.
Where I can rest my confusing brain.
No one stands when they fall.
But I always give it my all.
The end was never so clear.
I'm lost without you here.
I've tried my best, I've done it all.
Now I’m just standing out in the rain.
I survived the hit, but not the fall.
And now I’m laying here with scars mixed with pain.
Let's live in the moment. I'll leave the past behind.
I spill the sand from the glass.
We could be together again, or at least tonight we could try.
This moment will indeed be our last.

Life without you is like hope that’s lost in me.
I'll try to pull through, but will I?
I guess we will see.