I stand outside of time
My fear of ticking clocks
Remind me of incessant need
Like delicate fingers
My cherub
Holds me

I stand behind the time
Watching it go by
Reminiscent of an angry river
Which won't stop
Until it meets the sea
I'm standing on a shore

I stand outside of time
My fear of grandfather clocks
Striking the hour
Like vengeful hammers
And telling only
More time is gone

I stand alone
And deny the time
And its gravity
I cannot think
Not yet beyond this illusion
I stand outside of

My ****** up latitude
"Please remove all chains and filters
While I chain smoke parliaments
You know
The cigarettes with recessed .....
I forgot the rest"

And I forgot to rest
When I have a chance
Because I seldom ever have a choice
Not in this matter
That doesn't matter
And has no chance or choice to change

My ****** up latitude
Allows me to say whatever
When
And I destroy a day
And then go my merry way
Singing songs

Some people call it freedom
I call it my disease
I want too much
To ever need

I see it most days
A red hatchback
Mostly red
One of the doors is white
It has two doors

I see it most days
As I stand outside
And take a cigarette break
A break from a soul shattering job
I see it

A 1987 maybe a 1992
Can't name the model
Or even the make
Certainly not the year
My best explanation is
It is a beatermobile

I don't know how it runs
But it does

I see it most days
As it chugs along in the parking lot
Spewing exhaust
Carbon emissions
It has two doors
One is white

The other one is a red that doesn't match the rest of the car

I see it most days
And it blows my mind
How is this thing still running?
Well
It is
A beatermobile

And I'm sure it has a story to tell
And its story now

I don't know how it runs
But it does

You heard duke Ellington on the radio
Eight years old
Just another example
Of a childhood event
Changing a person
Who changes the world

And your music was groovy
It was familiar, yet experimental
Precise
Yet completely different
Your music informs you
As you form your sound

Precise
But emotional
And driven by feeling

And all the times
And all the tunes
And all the beautiful art
Still my favorite thing about you

The angry man of jazz
Taught me how to train a cat
To use a toilet
True story

other planets
other worlds
different galaxies
new worlds of fascination
deeper meaning
oceans on moons
with seasons unseen by the eyes of man
alien homes in outerspace
terrestrial but foreign and familiar
Beyond the realm of the known
but waiting so I can find it
and bring my love to it



An­d
I am a rocketship
flying in through the void
The darkest dark ever known
stuck in between galaxies
where no sun will rise
And no light will shine
I am a rocketship

You found your freedom
Through incarceration
Prison walls and prison guards
And steely cold metal bars
Your conviction became your conviction
Your story my inspiration

You can keep a man in chains
But you can't keep him from freeing his mind
From reaching someone
He'll never be able to touch

And light radiates
Behind your words
Fiery purple imagination
Images of thoughts and feeling
And how you found your freedom
Behind penitentiary walls

I close                                                    My
eyes
And in blind                                        Faith
Take another step

Right off a cliff

And as I'm falling
The crow                                             Is
                     calling
The way that I was hoping
Would only leave me                       Broken

And I've been there
I've felt the same
And maybe I'm gifted with words
Blessed with feeling
A conduit between these spirits
And the spirit I know you are

And maybe
I'm just a dunce
Convinced I know so much
I never learn anything

Let it be that the sun creates too much light

                 "Half of what I say is meaningless
                       But I say it just to reach you"
                                    -John Lennon

And maybe what I really need to say
Has already been said
And I just want you to know
My favourite quote

Has been said before

Let it be that the sun creates too much light

I remember when it was a mountain
I hadn't climbed
But I ascended
And I was noone
And I had nothing
Only

And it was too much
Always forever
Right now
When I lost my name
And fully became
And felt

And I'm everywhere in time and space
Space is just a feeling
A way to be in a different place
With everything and nothing
And what you'll be
You are

Time is my expression

And each step in the past led me here
Crossroads between what was and what will be
Becoming my greatest fear and greatest hope
My brightest nights and my darkest days?

And with each step I carried with me
A cross for my own crusifiction
An overwhelming burden on my shoulders
Dragging and drifting and dividing myself

I can envision a beacon of light
It sits at both ends of a dark tunnel
So how can I be ever be sure
Which blinding light to follow?

The next step I take, will be the first one after I let it go
But in which direction must I walk
I can either follow the sun as it crosses horizons
Or follow the moon which brings me the stars?

I know its hard to trust
Not after all anyone goes through
After all everyone goes through
After all its only love
Its only pain
Its only life

I know it's hard to trust
And after all that I've been through
I never should again
But I know I will
I have a want
Becoming need

And I don't want to be hurt again
But nothing hurts more
Than feeling that my pain
Defines me
I don't want to be hurt again
But I know its worth the risk

Kindred spirits
congregate
Through levity
Frivolity

Because the world
Is way too serious
And the most serious thing you can do
Is find someone

You have fun with

Some kind of monster
With a beautiful soul

The only light he sees
Harbor shadows of pitchforks
And unruly mobs chanting

"Leave
Now,
We Don't Want Your Love"

And his days spent in solitude
Without a home
A place he can be
A place to belong

Some kind of monster
With a loving heart

But the appearance of a beast
Fanged and horned and rotten
With heavy breathing and gnarled fingers

"Leave
Now,
We don't want your love"

Some kind of monster
That's beautiful yet terrifying and ugly
And unable to control

Some kind of monster
With a beautiful soul

Who couldn't tell you
The last time
He smiled

Everything I see
In love with me
Eyes follow in a strange familiar way
Smooth tender lines becoming a face

I've seen before

I love too much
To ever hold back

I've been before

Eyes follow as I fall apart
A puzzle of a sparrow singing songs in the dark
Can't be completed
Its missing many pieces

I've sang before

When everybody loves you
And you never feel lonely
Everything I see
In love with me

I'll love again

I bring a flashlight
Into outer space
The ether in between
Galaxies
I bring a candle
Into a cave
And not see the paintings
Of ancient memory

Heaven help a soul who falls in love

I bring a lamp
Into the void
And cannot find an outlet
I'm left in abysmal darkness
I'll bring a torch
Into the woods
But it never could protect me
From the wolves

Heaven help a soul who falls in love

I'll say a word
I'll pen a thought
In the most abstact manner
About sharks in the ocean
Some hammerheads
Smelling blood
And no matter my intentions
You'll find your own meaning
And it will mean something to you

But I'll intone
I'll sing a song
In my plainest language
My purest intention
I love you
I always will
And I'll be alone
Because thats what makes you happy
Yet you'll find no meaning in that

Plants grow even in the desert
And I'll turn on the radio
And hear a song
We used to call our own

How can I forget?
Only by remembering that it was a song of sorrow
I'll forget
Because you want me too

And all my love is meaningless

I don't want to be alright
I want to crumble like centuries
I want my limbs to whither like December
I want my treaty broken by a band of outlaws
Who can justify all the wrong that's been done with their own twisted logic

I don't want to be alright
I want to break like a wave in the night
I want my fingers to lose all feeling and all strength
I want my peace to be lost in an unjust war
Fought by soldiers who never really knew what they were dying for

I don't want to be alright
Because if I am
It will be your proof
I never really loved you
And I know I did
I don't want to be wrong

I'd rather suffer

She's the kind of girl
Who has a hiccup
And thinks its a heart attack
I'm the kind of man
Who doesn't concern myself with what it really is
Only what she thinks it is

And while I nurse her back to health
That she never really lost
I'm dying

I'm sitting on a break with my hands and my feet in space and time, but my thoughts in another dimension

I only remember the taste of a cupcake being a little bit salty but still so sweet that I don't think about the cavities I'll incur while enjoying what I conclude to be the best thing in my life

And hands in time, and feet in space, I used to watch you putting on your watch but never checking it because you always knew what the moment was

My cupcake is gone, and it has been for a little while, but at least I still rememeber the taste, and I have pain in my teeth as a reminder to a memory I'll never forget

I'm sitting on a break, and im breaking

I only want you to come back to me

One thing I've learned
Its never what you expect
So stop expecting
And enjoy instead
Whatever it is
Whatever it turns out to be

Winter turns into spring
The world is always turning
Night turns into day
Just find someone who's turning

And you will come around

I'm drunk!!!!
I can hardly walk straight
I'm glad I don't need to talk
Because I hate slurring my words

they're too important
To be mumbled
And misunderstood

I'm drunk
And I love it
I hate it

Still I don't want to talk
But I cannot help but write
It is the spirit within me
That screams I need to be heard

And when I'm drunk
I understand
The spirit knows more than I do
It knows why I feel so much hope when the moon is new

And such loss
When the moon is full

I'm drunk
But I'm a conduit to other realms
And only by spreading this message around
Can you hear it

I'm drunk
(Hahaahaahahahaahahahaha)
But I still hope
What inspires me
Will inspire you

Why?
Why oh why?
And often times I ponder this question
I wonder
Why?
Why did Alexander want to be great?

It was probably a fear of death
Or a realisation of it

He was smart enough to know
If he could change the world
If his name would live forever
Then he would too

As a poet
My words matter more than I do
I'd gladly die
So that they could live forever

I was born
Without a voice
And given in its place
A way to feel differently
About the things we perceive
To see the bitter crush of reality

I was young
When I found out
What finding is all about
A way to believe differently
About the things that we need
And the reasons behind necessity

I was born
Without a voice
But I found one

I was born
Without a voice
But not by choice
By harsh and dark reality
This light I see I need to share
I found a voice if only to say I care

Because when you feel
No one else is there
I wanted to tell you that I was
I was born
Without a voice
But I found one

Someone spoke the word "love" and it gave me a flashback to watching elephants in the circus so I decided to start teaching goldfish to do backflips as an interesting parlor trick similar to pulling out a deck of cards and always randomly choosing the queen of spades

I have a flashback to a flashback in which someone spoke the word "love" and it reminded me of the Blurred Crusade and a trip to the circus and an elephant graveyard, my brain is a goldfish in a fishbowl (watch me turn) it's like the old parlor trick of pulling out a deck of cards and always randomly choosing the queen of hearts

My intention was never to be reasonable

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Beautiful tragedies
Amazing calamities
Serendipitous misfortune
Impressive affliction
Callous reality
Astounding beliefs
Ludicrous imagination
Lascivious fascination
Yearning for you

I have no fear
Because all of my greatest fears came true
I am here
And you are not

Basically
I have no fear
Because there is nothing left

Not even the love I used to need

She didn't fall in love with me
But with the song I sing
My life is a prime example
Of how talent and creativity
Don't matter without ambition
She fell in love with me
Because of the song I sing
When I don't want to smile
And I don't want to laugh
I still sing a song a lover understands
She didn't fall in love with me
She fell in love with the song I sing

But my concert had an intermission
I returned to the stage
And she was gone

She fell in love with the song I sing
And I can't sing anymore

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The money we NEED to live
The love we NEED to be happy

I see the world
So differently
I tried to paint a Picasso
And it ended up looking like a Rembrandt

The more distorted I try to paint reality

Who wants to follow me
Into oblivion?
Who believes when I say
Its the only way
To ever be truly free?

Not constrained by what we perceive
The money we need to live
The love we need to be happy

Who wants to follow me
Over the event horizon?
We can bring our light
Into the blackest hole

She was straitened among vines
And I came
A messenger from the ruler
Known by the red coverings of my knees

She was sitting straitened under a stump
With bare buttocks
In a gloomy valley
And no prospects for deliverance

She was straitened before a frowning rock
Her means of escape
Cut her hands as a thorny branch
Oppressed by that which should not opress

She was straitened in a lonely place
A palace without a ruler
A king enters his castle
And does not see a queen


She was straitened among vines
(Which she could break anytime)
And I came
(I was always there)
A messenger from the ruler
(A man who wants to love)
Known by the red coverings of my knees
(And my sacrifice to the spirits)

If my poetry
           Can achieve
                        What I want
It will be
A legal way
For you to get
High

A million years
A million miles of netherworld
A million tears
A million stars I'll never hold

And I still can't stop loving you

A million sunsets
A million waning moons
A million scars
A million self inflicted wounds

And I still can't stop loving you

Why go looking
For god
When In the unlikeliest places
God will find
You

I was sitting in my basement thinking about my attic as I awaited the first bombs to drop in the next world war

I guess I'm pretty lucky to understand that metaphysically nothing really is unless we perceive it is so even death by chemical nerve agents can be a pleasurable experience that we come back for again and again

And that time I died before when the only metaphor would have to be trying to guide a wooden canoe across an active volcano

I can't wait to try that again

All my heroes
               Are dead
Most of them
               Were killed

And I envy them

It must be nice to believe in something so much
To be so influential
And so revered

Someone wants to ****** you

Life is one
Big
Huge
Gigantic
Humongous
                      .....
Diverse
Fantastically perverse metaphor

For what happens after you die

So make sure to be happy while you have a choice in the matter

I'm one of very few people I know
Who enjoys a rainy day
But my least favorite night
Is one where I can't see the stars

And these clouds
They cover over everything

I wouldn't even be able to tell you the moon is new

I want to fall in love
With a rainy day woman

I fell in love with a fake moon
The sun was always in view
But I was swept up in tides
That were man-made

Not of the gods
Not of the inner voice I hear
That I know belongs to spirits

I fell in love with a projection
Of my favorite constellation
I believed in it so much
I forgot about the night sky

Where the answers are written in stars
And if you know how to listen
You can hear them

I fell in love with a lightbulb
I became a flower in a green house
And what I was reaching for
Wasn't the sun

I fell in love with a fake moon

If a rose is a rose
Called by any other name
Is it still a rose, if a stem is all that remains?

It still has thorns

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Love can make a man go crazy
I wasn't myself anymore
I was heavy with saturated feeling
I was high on undiluted hope
I was lost in what I wanted to be
Love can make a man go crazy

I was lost
I wasn't the man you fell in love with
But
I hope you remember him

Remember who I was before you
**destroyed me

******
Burning towns to ashes
Machine guns
Even if they miss they still hit
Atomic bombs
If you dont die from the blast
             You die from radiation

Bazookas
Cannons
Rapiers
Chemical war fare

Bullets **** your body

Love is the ultimate weapon**

It can **** your soul

******
Machine gun
Atomic bomb

Love is the ultimate weapon

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This thinking
it is merely coincidence
It never *is
Everything happens for a reason

Its all been planned
Were jumping out of the frying pan
Into the fire
Our great escape thwarted by mechanations

So             Buy         a new TV
         Buy a new car
Buy a new cell phone, apple or android
Sell your soul
And forget about the problems in the world

And any time and every time
In systems and schemes
Meant as diversion
To keep the everyman blind

Its all been planned
Since the very beginning

Religion
Has ruined
Spirituality

I want*        to change     my ideas
to change   the world       for the better
the world    but           my life forever
but          I cannot               I'm just a victim of habit
I cannot      change myself;         what I want is
change myself;     I want       what I need

Its all it can ever be

All the soil has been turned over because we are waiting on a harvest of potatoes and corn, and even the clouds in the sky become ominous signs promising warnings of rain

All the soil had been turned over by our backbreaking soul shattering work because we know without our effort we will surely starve and be empty souls

All the soil has been turned over because we know that spring is coming soon and the new seeds that we plant will surely become our sustenance

All the soil has been turned over in hopes of the future

Still I can't forget the past when the harvest moon brought a promise of enough food to last me the rest of my life when I could dine forever on dishes that never get old

These stars in my heart
This magical space debris
Has always been a part of me
From the beginning
These scars on my skin
Merely constellations
That hold a deeper meaning
If you examine them closely

And I know who you are
We share the same scars

This light in my eyes
Shines like a jewell
Like stars in the night
Until I see connections
These scars on my skin
Become a story told
These meanings
Only stars can hold

And I know who you are