Hey you over there, yes you,
The one that turned your head at my opening line,
You’re the cause of it all,
As you look back to what you were doing before,
I must’ve said the wrong thing,
To cause you to look away,
Ignoring my plea,
Changing the subject from my insanity,
I know it is rude that I’m not looking at you,
Looking away,
But I am, yes I am, speaking to you,
You’re the most expansively fragile thing,
The reason I call out and howl,
Making all of us in here to toil under lamplights,
Searching and making buffoons out of ourselves,
Just for the chance to let you know,
We’re real and you’re listening.

The traffic was moving slowly,
With everyone listening to the same station,
Looking from one car to the next,
Seeing out past the back of each others skulls,
Beatnik priests,
In tattered regalia,
Dance with boards of wood,
Everyone wants to be someone else,
Why am I me,
Why aren't I?
Sometimes I feel predetermined
because it is rightfully biological,
to be unsatisfied with my soul,
eternally,
until I leave my prison,
or become enlightened,
when a voice rings out,
booming across the brozed moon,
whispers then falls silent,
a dazy haze of everything.

I knew something was up -- spinning fast,
She told me she loves him now – what a joke,
Then what did that mean – all those times she said it to me?
Illusion – just a three syllable lobotomy,
Swam in the circuits of my brain – reaction: infected
I began to figure it out – illusion’s never erased
The world is a bit less harsh – yearn for the simpler manifesto
Cured from the infection – I feel like a slab of cured ham
Walking tall amongst the grass – gazing into buildings and wondering what’s happening in there?
My bible’s soaking wet – I left the window open and it rained last night
It’s nothing that concerns me – the bible that I carved into all the way to Ezekiel 25:17
I’ve never hid anything in that niche – I just like the idea that I could hideout there
Now it’s drenched – the windowsill is swelled up and looks bad
Today I woke up and broke my routine – I actually wrote what I was thinking

What was meant by the shadow of night,
In the early man’s eyes what was meant by its darkness,
Impending doom and ominous grace,
Reveled and revealing,
Misunderstood through all time as something evil,

The great horns protrude through the whimsy,
Siphoning portions of animal instinct,
Fear the greatest export

Where is the fear of the blinding light,
That ignorant light that plagues the houses on the block
From every window flickers the flame
Television sets on sleep mode,
Movies set on the title menu playing over and over
While the sleeping body flails aimless in animated suspension,
Insomniacs accomplishing something trivial by reaching the next checkpoint,
Even the light of the candle burning as the neo-bohemian reads,

All looking out the window at the blaring buffoons ransacking the night,
Making love to the stars and howling at the moon,
Insanity and blindly causing the world’s collapse,
Laughing at the expense.

I wish for everything to become dreamlike,
For the visions that I see to be beautiful beyond recognition,
Prejudices to be erased and see everything as it is objectively,
The land and the sky emerged,
Eaten by the eyes of republics,
Societies fair and balanced in the long, long run,
That everything be made simple in all fruits,
I wish that the struts holding existence together be abolished,
Simians and pagan with currency abound in their hearts,
Abandoned for the love of idealist thought,
The fear of death leveled by the sight of life,
Pondering and pondering have brought forth a makeshift cannon,
The wick is filled with hate and as it burns so will the needs of man,
Slowly the blast of council will grant those new passage,
Those that didn’t think about things so hard,
Those that didn’t believe in anything,
Those that wanted to long for something,
Coming up short made those want for nothing,
Except the want to not want,
Those that rang bells and shouted out loud,
Those that twirled in the crowded room,
Those that had revelations of revolution,
Those that held rain in their hands,
Those that sought but weren’t sought after,
For them it was the single step that made a difference,
The mighty that were oh so meek,
Those that didn’t get lead to slaughter,
But by simple concept of overall were swept away by the tide,
Kicking and screaming,
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
They held human self worth above net worth,
Held sickly more virtuous than pampered
Held troubled and misguided as labeled dangerous thinking by the feeling mites,
Held the feeble meaning of the world on the string and chopped it,
Let it fall and fully saw truth laying at the bottom

Can I be graced by a kiss from your aura,
Does the same feeling reside deep down inside,
We’ve been separated for so long my friend,
It scares me to see you like this,
Abrupt erections long gone,
The insecurity of prolonged exposure,
Sequences of nausea,
Seek and destroy,
The sickening of the tunnel vision,
How strange it seems now,
To look back at you,
How amazing it is,
To be myself again,
Made different by time,
The same ****** hole,
The singular aspect of oneness,
The grand expanse seemed so small,
Ironically,
Now seems to drag on with the whistles and clangs,
The bangs the song the spiral never ends.

Somewhere a part of my innocence was left behind,
Left to wither in the shared tunnel,
The smell of the air expelled made the hairs
In my nostrils stand on end and dissolve.
Now that I think about where I came from,
What happened to me to this point,
I’m happy it didn’t end so soon,
That I’ve been reunited,
Drawing a conclusion doesn’t seem so difficult,
When the beginning is just around the corner.

Flooded in blue light the room came alive,
The walls spoke in riddles and turned around,
The floor looked up at the ceiling and told jokes,
About this time I became shapely in ravenous lust
Greeting what I saw with bleak optimism,
I must have really gone off the deep end,
Better let the Unknown show me what it has to show me,
Praising it’s beauty while trying not to turn the mad eye on,
The little notes of yesteryear sang and bounded across the drapery,
The doors had their way with the nails,
They loosened and shattered the sky,
Windows shook and broke into rings,
Bubbling from a carbon core of nothing,
Something from anything did arise,
Took the form of a material,
Caused the flesh to feel safe burning,
And so the fire did burn in the pit of the soul,
The longing to escape and feel the release of air,
Shrouded in lies and epiphanies I rocked back and forth.