slam!*

step  step  step

click! Buzz  

pshhh Nonsense...


drip


drip


drip  

Shower...

sigh

foom

inhale

exhale

inhale

*exhale

It was a gathering where emotions murmured
into an answering call for devotion.
Where locked gazes and dilated pupils
mirrored the endless churning of the sea.
The sensation of their very presence
was an euphoric dance that was devised
by the most magnificent of choreographers.
The purpose of this meeting was simple;
It was to be a discussion of plans.
It turned into a
blueprint for the future.
It was your kiss
It was my rapture.

I awoke alone,
after a horrid dream.
I turned to your face
to feel something comforting.
In the spot that graced your silhouette
were sheets weighted with regret.
My misdirected inflection
coupled with the misconception,
that 1+1=1 not 2 you see,
when the correct formula
is 1+1≥3


Fact is I lied.
When I pronounced "love"
with greater strength than "as long"
Fact is I lied.
When i said unconditional.
It is the beauty in song.

My regret lies in lack of earlier cognition.
This is not the first time this has happened.
Which means I never learned a lesson
inferring  to my lack of a mission
or understanding,
in a man's mind muddled.
I took the position
of sitting down in the struggle.
My body fatigued, eyes bloodshot and wary
I refused to see your definition
of affection realized in the lines of the abstract.

Fact is I lied.
When I said forever;
Knowing I am temporary.
Fact is I lied.
I never finished my sentence.
A more complete thought is "one of many"


The complete truth is my love was uniform.
Designed to let any woman fill the mold.
I lacked passion.
Which gives direction in a sandstorm.
I gave up my attempts to understand why water is wet.
Returned to my dreadful fantasy
wherein my heart would contort and deform.
As I told the truth to you
in a Scarlett and Rhett fashion;
We caressed in a snowstorm.
The message cut deeper than I could ever myself.

Fact is I lied.
When I said I would be fine,smiled
and drank in the last light you would reflect.
Fact is I lied.
When I said it was me
It was the both of us I wished to confect.

Rippling outward till the waves stop.
Dropped from a 5ft 10" skyscraper with a plop.

Perfect circles in precession,
stretching into regression
The placidity is eerie
as it returns with no sign of it's companion

The next one cast did a flip flop
across the liquid table top.

Those ripples again.
As if this lake had a brain,
it feigns space to detain
the stone and share knowledge arcane.  

The last one I decided to swap
I traded the lake's ripples for ones in my pocket.

Its a reason to return to the lake
The reason behind the pebble's wake
Scientifically, I know the make.
How is done, now why is at the stake.
,

I have found you
  Have found you outside
            Found you outside even
                        You outside even though
                                Outside even though cold
                                              Even though cold is
                                                       Though cold is abound
                                                          ­           Cold is abound yet
                                                             ­                  Is abound yet I
                                                               ­                   Abound yet I have
                                                            ­                                     Yet I have found
                                                           ­                                             I have found you

If i cnoke I do not need him
to not this not,
however
siks peices are not enof
for a huffaluff
Which is the achoo.
gesuhtite
But if i ring
I may distrb a drem
And I wood not like to b
risn from a slumbr
if I waz in a fantasty.
tink...tink"
*HONEY

I understand what your saying
But can it be said in a way that's less

Complacent?
Condescending?
Our points are adjacent.
Maybe that's what isn't comprehending.
Fractured views mending.
See, our argument is nascent
to a conversation. Instead of descending,
we're inventing unrelenting patience
with our ideals.

Fan letters filled with hawk feathers.
Sticking them in paper like
Razor blades into wrists.
Drawing life from the abyss;
Weatherman predicts clouds
And rain.

Gray and
Grains in the camera; Dharma, I
And Karma took the photo
Of the millennia. Deep in the Congo
Jungle, we stumbled  across a tribal
Ensemble praising Pluto.

Smoke rising from the tribunal pyre.
Through the moonlight you could see the
Galaxy swirling with each gust.

Their lack of attire made their skin shine
Brilliantly in the dark reflections of the fire.
The sweat. The song. The symmetry. The immensity
Of it all was entrancing. We dived into the celebration of
Existence  with little regard of our path.
It was a step forward we'll never take back.

A little slice of the pie
I try to consume but I
throw it up every time.

Bulimic the scenic
route I take.
No mistake I meant to regurgitate.
Choking down lies, smiling like it taste great.
Get another helping of the American pie plate.

Washed down
with whiskey, strong and brown
like the strong and brown brothers
that scalped heads and used skins for covers.

Good morning, America!
Ignore the hysteria.
Pay attention to the sensations
on the surface area

Cap'n crunch
is more important Captains getting crunched
in a 13 year war we started off a hunch.

If you pay attention to the news
notice they ignore the trues

like the flammable water coming from your hose
or the fact you can't afford your children's clothes

We're buying apps and devices for $1200,maybe,
instead of $20 to buy a real ukelele

You see, we pay companies
to do things
because we're conditioned to be
to lazy when DIY was the real American dream.

The purpose of purpose has no purpose.
You must however have purpose
or at least A.
Even if your purpose is finding purpose

Every connection I make
I eventually break.
It's the fear of being inadequate
to someone's taste that causes me to
shiver and shake like ******-doo
I'm not the one that leaves, I make you.
It's really not your fault I want you to shoo
I really don't but I have an abandonment issue.
Its why I live alone and don't pursue romantic
interests. I sit around frantic as if the Atlantic
and Pacific, to be specific, were going to flood
the exact spot I sit in.

Nobody ever told you to have a high opinion of me.
I know I can be friendly.
However I am quick to stab and ******
Into your psyche. I might be off, slightly,
Because of some anomaly. I'll politely
correct myself then get all touche feely
with your feelings.

For all intents and purposes we live in different universes

A brave new world where slaves walk with invisible chains

Consumed by perfection

Corrected actions

Fractions of receipts

Scratch sheet of nature

Denature the function

Compunction removed

Improved endeavor

Never seen

Seams over obvious

Genius hidden

Ribbon tied

Dyed cheetah print

Simple things
to say bonding
two people.
two beings
between
two letters
H and I
Parallel
to their eyes

I spent a day counting the tiles
on the roof and floor.
On the windows and doors
I kept counting as I walked miles.

On each slab of concrete.
In the lines of the faces of people I meet.
On turtle shells.
and the sides of wells

I count tiles on doors
and the door itself too
I separate them by colors
like green and blue.

Why do I count tiles you ask?
It could be said
that its a sign of a problem in my head.
To me, its something simple to help the time pass.

Something like flower children
dancing through a field of trees.
I know it's called a forest
but I'm more set on calling
it what I please. Point being,
I'm joyous like I'm eating
the end of the month's harvest.

I like to eat spaghetti with my face.
I like to throw it like confetti
or wear it on my waist.
Whether it be freshly made
or reheated after 12 days.
I use the noddles as a short blade.
I like to hear them crack and crunch like a bag of lays.

Move like water,
for water flows at a steady pace
determined by it's physical state.

Ice is slow and unrelenting.
The colder it is, the more it stings
like a Tesla coil spring.
It become electrifying and burning to the touch.

Liquid is the smoothest.
It is life's essence.
Wether swirling with the wrath of a hurricane or sitting stagnant
It can never be cut or formed into fragments.
When divided it will always return to the lowest place to evaporate.

Gas is the hot head of the three
or I should say exciting to the point of steaming
you can't touch it but you can feel it heating
up the surface, pushing everything that gets too close away.

The best thing about all these states,
is that they are neither aggressive nor defensive
They move at their own pace
Interact with them incorrectly  and they will show your place.

Move like water,
for water flows at a steady pace
determined by it's physical state.

I am envious.

Jealous
of the way you speak
I can't do anything as beautifully
as the way you say I
or anything between A & Z
in any combination
found in any dictionary


Noticing the way you breathe
Takes away my breath
When I see the rising in your chest
and that slight smile you make
before the exhale
makes me quail
and my heart flail
like its on fire
Thoughts stop, drop

And the way you roll
those R's makes me perspire
And time transpires in slow motion
when you say L and all I can say
Mm, Its going to be a lovely day
I won't need the jack & coke potion
when I retire
If you can pop the P in pole

I am jealous
of the way you speak

As I climb each step
slowly, I'm getting higher.
Transcendentally.

Love*:
laying bricks in a line
or a least a lie with N
monotony. Standing in line, at the end,
until the begin

*NEXT!

...ing.
Pretending, that was doing something.
Like a verb, perturbing, unsettling.
Cold air is causing nerve ending
stand

NEXT!

...up. Back of the neck rub
Trapped like a spider in a covered tub.
Seems wide till the world opens wide and there's a snub
from the passing yacht club as it crashes into the hub.
Now aren't you glad you got grub instead of a ticket

NEXT!

...stub? Chop and bop.
Hop on the bed, called Dr. Suess' pop.
Lets swap places. Straighten the tie, I am a flop
fop. Harvesting their crop of heads. Onomatopoeia plop

*NEXT

The seams are torn. You can't remove the scar, Doctor.

Frightened by my fascination.
Fascinated by my fright.
Curiosity holds me with might.
I must, maybe I trust,
heed a most
extraordinary boast.

She wanders with a ponderance
of an unfulfilling existence .
It's like she missed the instance
when life was handing out
purpose. She became subverted
by her own thoughts.
Self-image contorted
like spaghetti noodles or dreadlocks.
The simplicity of existing has become brutal.
She keeps the gold within
vaulted like Fort Knox.
That protection is like an island
preventing her journey's beginning.

They met in a bottle neck
mingling with Excitement and Regret

They met in a bottle neck
Mingling with Excitement and Regret.
As soon as their sights were set,
The gathering, they began to neglect.

He was awe struck by her rapture.
Every atom within her seemed to smile;
Something he had to manufacture,
Was a way to stay around her awhile.

To her, he was uncanny to the others.
The ones that tried to impress her attention.
When he first spoke her being shuddered.
Her heart hung on his word's suspension.

A simple hello is how it began.
She said it first while his brain
was still attempting to comprehend
how to approach this sweet woman.

The party disappeared
As the hours grew queer,
She offered him a ride home because of
the scent of breath in his beer

Superiority
is a complex complex.
When one objects objects
their mind tends to mind.
Tales become tails.
The water in one's  pail pales
in comparison to the sea, you see.
But please  do not shed a tear as I tear
into one's psyche.
I am merely expressing a minute point of view in a minute.
Conversing a conversing idea
with the mighty.
I know this may be difficult for one to comprehend,
But nobody likes a donkey,
donkey.

What I am is a variable
          for this sake lets say W
I am the result of a personal equation
My truth is invariable
At least on this occasion

Multiply my changes(c) by 21
Those are the years I've spent beneath our sun
      21c
The purpose of this piece is
to formulate when my living begun

Divided by fear plus attraction
this will not be the only abstraction
As the sum will be added to a negative distraction
This is already becoming a complicated fraction
(21c)/-D+(F+A)

Fear is the number of years Ive spent
subservient
to my mind                


Attraction is the number of times
I've forsaken my chains
and made dollars out of nickles and dimes

Mellow cello sounds sweetly of sadness.
Madness with the hand
pointed from the mind
I bind
rather bide my time
to 34 blue lines
inside my binder
with a purple cover
Just a few letters
A, B and C
D and E
It gets better
F Sharp
and a couple G's
I agree
Oh me,
Oh I
Oh Be
why
E
train harder
Oh bother
Oh brother
I would rather
think drunken thoughts
than speak sober
words to
a bear
or any animal for that matter
At the end of the paper
A, B C and D
E and F sharp
Throw in a couple G's on a sheet
for mellow cello sounds

The following are three random poems I made up today

                                                                My Shirt

Red, black and grey
are the colors of my shirt today
It matches my shoes vans
A pair of blue jeans
in between
to represent my blues


                                                         ­                Comp Book

I started with 100 sheets
now there are 78
free from the mesh of madness
hidden beneath the grates

                                            
                                                                ­            Hats
I don't like to wear hats
well, I do like beanies
but this nonsense over fitted caps
is just an excuse for people to be meanies

Heard sirens

Saw lights

Another body for California St.

Another day in Stockton.

Wait

I know him.

Them too

Hey, who died?

Tagging in the street

R.I.P T.M.F.B

Wait

...That's me...

No, it can't be
I just came from down the street
from the burrito truck
I had to get something to eat.
No onions . mild sauce, carne asada
Don't forget the limes, $4.25? sweet
I turned around and hit the beat
Just grey sweaters, blue jeans
and vans, not sneaks.
Occasionally tye-dye
if I'm feeling unique.
greeting this day I say
this is pretty neat
The train went by and bird are going
tweet tweet
This sauce is still hot but my sweater
keeps off the 84 degree heat
cause i'm sweating and cooling
These shoes look cool against the concrete
Hearing music slapping
I think it's E-40
Smoke rolling from the windows
An arm reaches out the backseat
**BANG

I hope you've forgotten me
So I, alone, can carry
the burden that's our memories.

Bed-ridden
with a grotesque taste
of mucus in my mouth.
Head hidden
beneath a wall of tissue.
I can't seem to clear my nose.
Aspirin given
in increments of 2x4.
My head is still pounding.
Fresh air forbidden.
I'm too weak to stand.
I'm too sick to think.