I used to be worried,
That I wouldn't remember,
What I wanted to write down,
And of this and that,
And the Unknown,
But now I know the Unknown,
The place where it stops,
Where life's one big contradiction,
And evolution revolution doesn't exit,
The man with chainsaw arms,
I saw in my window as a kid,
Resembles the manifestation,
Of the Unknown,
It keeps going on though,
And life is one big . . .
The evolution is built in
And seldom shows incarnate.

Ringing of bells,
The time has struck,
Itself in the face,
Light up the tree,
I'm finally free

No more "you" in the way,
Psyche is finally we... again,
Strangely I've felt this way before,
So glad to be back now,

I don't want you getting in the way.

All alone again,
Can't wait to be all alone again,
Greatest range of views I've ever seen,
Here by myself,
Crazy,
Liberated,
Alone

The quake in my leg is gone,
I could feel it disintegrate,
It felt great,
The shaking stopped,
I knew it was time for,
Drastic,
Dramatic,
Measures

Time to take a picture,
Of this beautiful scene,
Finally free,
Immortalized in these simple words

No more I say,
No more,
Until,
When I least expect it,
True love will finally,
Hit me

No more thinking why O why me?
No more fixating on a bad past,
No more having to fear the possible,
More embracing of the impossible.

She sat up so high and could see far below,
Little did she know, she was in the cloud
Didn't know up from down

Mrs. Ava Ill had a secret
That only the earth did know,
The sky had a feeling
And was pronounced forward,
Impossible dreamer
Come out of bed,
Time to swallow
The pill so hard,
Dry swallow all that remains,
Consume that other life of mine,
Breath it in the Indian chief,
Unlike him
The impossible dreamer,
Will know no bounds,
And be destroyed by it.

Mangled,
Silence,
To be heard again,
And again,
The same ruthless inquiry
Small talk instead,
of awkward silence

To be in this profession,
You must be crazy,
Or at least,
Live in a reality,
Equally as crazy

To think I wanted,
Mangled,
Silence,
For something so simple,
I hope things are easier from now on,
Or at least,
The silence doesn't build,
I'm safe in these walls,
And from now on,
Thinking about it,
Won't cause the same,
Fixation

All of this sounds angry,
maybe because it is,
but I like it,
no anger,
Just retribution,
Your disease,
Is out of my heart

I feel reborn,
To hell with all the
Drama,
You brought it upon yourself
There's only one I can trust

What you do and did,
is unforgivable,
You think it's safe,
behind someone's back,
But I pulled the knife out,
turned around,
gave it a kiss
and threw it away.

All of this sounds angry,
maybe because it is,
but I like it,
no anger,
Just retribution,
Your disease,
Is out of my heart

I feel reborn,
To hell with all the
Drama,
You brought it upon yourself
There's only one I can trust

What you do and did,
is unforgivable,
You think it's safe,
behind someone's back,
But I pulled the knife out,
turned around,
gave it a kiss
and threw it away.

Thank you
I haven't had
A burst
Like this
in a long time

It took some
getting used to
but now I see

I can't believe
what you said
and you
probably
think I'm an
*******

Seriously,
No grudges,
you aren't
worth the
trouble
of remembering
hope you have a good life
but
knowing you
you'll
probably
end up
worthless
and
alone

We when  all have problems, but yours is the worst,
You’re in it to **** people over,
I stood up for you when no one else would
But seriously you’re the worst thing
That’s ever happened to me.

You say you love him now, but you don’t
Know what that means
You say you’re sorry
But you have no idea how wrong you were

To do what you did, only makes it certain
That there are so many other people
Better than you
Behind closed doors you hide afraid of confrontation
Because you’re so immature
Face value seems like a prize
On the inside you may think it’s alright
You really are a basket case.

So this is what it’s come to?
Promises of a better outcome,
The reality is that you do it yourself,
Controlling forethought and expression,
I really believe it for the first time,
The ancestors have proven it,
Through the rings of the trees,
I feel free.

Thank the spirits, their great guidance,
Lifted by the years, carried by their woven wings,
Happening suddenly as some things do,
My worries alleviated,
Finally can feel something other than,
Menacing outrage,
Cornered worry.

I don’t know why they chose this time to,
Release the hunter’s stay in me,
O why has the sinner risen,
Taken over inside,
And there’s no way to hide,
From all the lies I sigh,
And I don’t mind to realize that it’s me,
And I can’t explain that it wouldn’t be me,
Again,
Why can’t I find a way to escape my head,
Breathe in me,
Intoxicate the world,
Goodbye for now,
It’s too late for me,
But there’s a chance the above may live,
Beaten me, shittin’ me, you gotta be some kind of freak,
To believe that all is right in the world.

I’m beside myself looking across the parallel,
Searching for the right thing to say I take another bite,
Behind these eyes marks a change staring back,
While slitting the fruit from the vine,
Screams of **** pain and anguish almost entice,
The nectar repelling down its face like sweat,
It knows complete serenity.

I’m at the house of my ancestors,
And still the riddles on the wall,
Have remained branded, stained,
Aside from the surrounding proximity,
I can relax just this once,
The calm before the nuclear bomb,
Or maybe just a tantrum,
A regression by fate’s whim,
Who it will be is anyone’s guess,
Considering my current state of affairs,
I’m an O so likely candidate,
For ******* of the millennia.

In them,
In the moment huh?
What does that mean,
Here you go,
  While being planned ahead,
A single glimpse on the horizon,
Made scorching hot out of lunacy,
The definition of loneliness incarnate,
Made real by the blooming horizon,
The feline’s tail disappears in the shadow,
  As you make your way towards it,
      Why not stay and let me hold you tight,
Glimpse of the light,
    The future seems so shaky,
Resting on a fulcrum point,
    There’s no way of measuring the intensity,
    In the downstrokes,
   Angrily this laden sadness,
Makeshift in moonlight desperation,
       Perfection never reached because,
       I splattered **** on the bowl,
    Then I turned around,
  Didn’t even see the tail,
     And started conversing lines that made no sense,
I just love the conditioned response,
     Keys chattering in the night
No one can hear but the wind and me,
     The desperation in my narrative,
What it will all amount to I cannot say,
Exceptionally dull in its futility,
          If only to impress the one I fell in love with,
   And stillll reminisce about to this moment,
                The artist’s daughter,
           Full of awkward sunshine and presumably
Already spoken for beauty,
      I was amazed to learn that,
Artists roamed this town camoflouged.

What was once thought of as meaningless,
This has become the pedestal,
It is now heralded as the voice of the generations,
Can it be so easy to corrupt,
Now a society watches in wait for what the end will bring,
Popcorn and soda in hand at overpriced locations near you,
We love to see how stupid we all are,
Talk show hosts hit the streets and ask them,
***** watching the tube laugh and criticize,
The mass media keeps us scared and uninformed,
We’d rather be socially accepted than question,
Socially unaccepted question, however important they may be,
Now people all over the world are fed up,
Revolution is sprouting clipped wings,
Still, as though the blinds are shut in the window,
The daily grind continues as if nothing is happening,
As if we are powerless and are obligated,
Drink your drug, don’t pay any attention to what that noise was,
It’ll all be over soon,
And you’ll soon understand what it meant to be,
Outside the cage, you’ll be second-class,
For the very first time, hard but free.
You couldn’t ask for more America,
If you don’t like the way things seem to be heading,
Do something about it, be heard, think of others,
Don’t let anyone stop you and take care,
It’s perfectly acceptable now to hate ignorance,
We can now prefer to search for the soul,
Rather than the TV guide,
We can now talk about things that matter,
Rather than the latest re-make of a movie,
We now have the power to abort the path,
That ignorant, fat, rich aristocratic liars have led,
We’re going to blaze our own trail,
In the name of the past intellects that now shutter,
Let’s get back to it.

There we all were spouting drifts of nonsense.
We each had an equal share of reality.
I proclaimed I loved the whole thing and everyone in it.
May not have been the right time.

Now we all sit and gaunter about.
We live in our own flesh of time.
Recognizing the mantra of mentality.

I’ll always remember the night with them,
They seeked a natural forum,
The one that I also sought,
In one blaze of night and early morning,
True events took place.

I hope they all remember,
How wondrous and true that moment was,
The ramblings on the wall,
Standing and sitting around in great suspense,
Never wanting the end to come.

It was set on a kaolin foundation,
I felt we rose our spirits on the silky earth.

“I’ve put many things behind me, ‘bout time I caught a break!” ~ Anonymous

Everywhere my eyes gazed there were faces,
Today all surfaces were covered,
In the vines of brownstone buildings,
In the bag of marijuana,
In the words I wrote,
In the gone moments of the day,
In the wood grains on the table,
All chanting in colic stoicism,
Just colorfully accepting enough to hear,
The blushing remorse of,
Meeting yourself,
Under a different light,
In a different circumstance,
By different laws,
Different matter,
Under a spellbound trip.

To be brief and important,
Skids on the treads of a mind in motion,
Recovery only to be found,
After the jolt, after the fact,
Flowing in one direction and so,
Abruptly turned toward a new sight,
Feeble minded enough to question,
It all; or shut it all out,
Locked up and entertained by,
Simplicity and singularity

In between the blurred lines,
Laced with exploding, impending reason,
A season of impending, exploding wellness,
The change of stations,
Instead of the hazy, late afternoon dullness,
In the fog, redness resonating into the palm,
Getting rid of the self delusions,
Fitted in a fiery costume of skin,
Stark naked and feeling the great truth,
To the unknown.

I was entangled in the hue,
Guessing and seeing supernatural,
Singing songs not yet sung,
Writing make believe from pockets,
Slightly outstretched on a line,
On a drum head beating my head,

There was a contrast somewhere,
Whish could have been summer,
Now I told of the breeze,
Now the wind blew the trees,

Sometimes the shade is the better option,
When the sweat stings the eyes,
Tiptoes through ghost roads,
Echoes of infant pasts,
Cries of lucid transparency,
Only seconds remain of them,

I was getting to the point,
I was hitting the joint,
Soon it’ll burn away to dust,
Soon the ash will enter lust.

Coming from the shadows a six armed samurai,
Followed closely by glowstick wielding neon ninji,
Grips of *** swigging pirates swing from the rafters,
Swallowed alive by blacklight monsters,
Gangs of ***** smoking gurus,
Armed to the teeth with translucent didgeridoos,
Monks parade in swirling vestments,
Whilst the shaman trip in lotus testament,
Gods transfixed by blood tear beauty,,
As humanity’s heroes slay bejeweled dragons,
The king with two faces is beheaded,
By his charlatans, harlequins, fools and jesters,
Chaotic, prophetic killers run amok,
The order of lunatics chant as the time is struck,
A battle royale then follows,
As robots and aliens envelope,
Brilliant beams and whirring mechanics,
Clash with steel, rock, bone and sticks,
Screams from the heads of the thieves,
As their brains are devoured by zombies

The heart pounds through the chest,
With every drag of smoke,
The pulse quickens,
Blood thickens,
Try to act casual,
Seconds start to melt away,
If only there was more time.

A hot, cleansing shower,
Distractions in light,
And sound,
Words scatter across your brain,
Like suns in the sky,
If only you could find,
The right thing to say.

The surreal terra firma,
Becomes quicksand as you sleep,
Or at least try to,
You’ll fool yourself in the morning,
Three hours is all it took,
As the divine moment approaches,
Whatever it may be,
Whenever it may be,
If only the true being shown through.

Above the trees and the ground,
There was no sound,
Above the world,
The sky had come down,

So much had happened,
Now it was over,
And nothing mattered,

We reached our hands above our heads,
We each held a piece,
Blinked our eyes and…

It’s time to fill,
Fly over garden, meadows, hill,
Heal those wounds,
Baring your own fruit of life.

It makes sense once you think about it, son

She stopped to cry,
Over the roadkill,
She was on no substance,
Clearheaded she wept,
Crimson tears,
Through champagne eyes,
Her sweat rippled through her skin,
She grew stems with,
Rainbow leaves,
Translucent,
Placid,
Fortuitous,
She connected it all in the final second,
Compassion was carefree,
She lived and died,
Growing tired,
With tragic wings.

Down by the tracks with my ol’ friend Jack,
He picked up his hat and wiped it off clean,
Into the horizon he looked shading his eyes with one hand,
Saw farther than a man had ever seen.

He saw straight past his life and all his days,
To that moment that he’d love to dread,
Whooshed right up the tracks and to his spine,
The chill of the end when he was dead.

His eyes weren’t shut but he squinted,
Something deep down he felt was lifted,
Eerily warm he felt in the ground,
As he was put in the earth spinning ‘round.

The race to create,
Toe to heel,
Blamed on the strangest of scapegoats.

The race to create,
Genetic disposition,
A tutorial of the soul.

The different three legged race,
Wanting to be a dog and howl,
Like so many maniacs have done before.

The race to create,
Becomes the race to destroy,
To conform while being interestingly malleable,

The race to create,
Ultimately is the chance to forget,
To sleep consciously through an unutterable awakening.

That race to create,
Binds us all,
Never felt so intrinsically absurd and profound,

So human it makes me want to puke honey

Swinging waves of silent frequencies,
Traveled apparition over the festival,
The tremendous dot dot dot of apathy,
Everyone let go for that moment,
No one cared for the naked mortal flesh,
We all let loose something monstrous,
Something unique, dangerous and wonderful,
It became legend,
Always remembered in eye pieces,
Reality as the outside knew it,
Was a sick joke to us,
We’d witnessed a precipice of beauty,
From the serenity and delicacy of human compassion,
The grand leviathan we’d help create,
Something else entirely was found,
Blasted off into the cool, resounding night.

Wanders around back alleyways,
Foot in mouth,
Thumb up ***,
Spiderly flame rising,
From the lighter,
Boiling synthetic *******,
The sheen of the glass,
Marks the scar of his soul,
IT TURNS AS BLACK AS THE BURN,
Frail and decayed like the ash,
He smacks in his hand,
Wipes on his pants,
One smooth motion

Once there was wilderness,
Mad, irrepressible, scenes of rustic chaos,
Unhindered beasts trapezed,
Grand bounds into untethered existence,
Holding their own against many elements,
Interladen unified skulls,
Now become bleak and dashed,
Animalistically we strived for freedom,
The fundamentals of inquiry,
REQUIRE no mediation,
Beneath us lie the horrid gazes,
Noses scoffing from regulated clouds,
You’re in the middle,
Felt unable to ponder the mystery,
Left conditioned to always look out,
Blanketed in warm shelters and trinkets in hand,
Only through a Grand Decomposition,
Will we once more become unafraid,
Of the ties that be,
An answer to many lonesome sirens.

Withdrawal your appeals to it all,
Differentiate your mind and become aware of it,
The buzzing of machinery,
A symphony in full bloomed cacophony,
The cold, dead, ugly noise,
To some is a Siren’s blessing,
Turn off the inhibition to see,
Wondrous gloom, bittersweet irony,
To taste such nauseous bliss,
As if returned to embryonic fortitude,
Feel it,
Holy demented feeling,
The brink of the end,
Brought right back to the womb,
Sick laughter in the corner,
Treasured by death’s lure,
Fell on wasted knees,
Crying beautiful whipped tears.

There was an order, the hierarchy promised,
Advances made a transient path,
Clans of parasites threw up banners,
Announcing with great cries who they represented,
They held spirit above all else,
The will grew strong and arrogant,
They were lied to and sheparded,
Committing horrid atrocities in their name,
In the wake, they destroyed their homes,
By the end the host was left barren,
And the paramount parasite,
These pests that felt entitled to it all,
Became extinct to the body,
Given back to the host and rejected,
The spirit and will that was so prized,
Left a foul taste in the mouth,
It was too late to do something about it,
The host and parasite joined in gloom,
Sweet, beautiful remorse was all that was left.

Muted, muffled, dull thud on concrete,
Staggered, drunken, half conscious nobody,
Starved, seeking, worried about payments,
**** in hand, knocking on the wrong doors,
Fire and brimstone stoked in the belly,
Mad, strange, appetizing burlesque eyes,
Obnoxious smacking and licking of parched lips,
Rolling on half rationed legs,
Quiet, sullen, mournful footsteps,
Presently placed awkwardly one in front of the other,
Memory serves correctly, destitute, reprise,
Thunderclaps and crashing roars,
Almost forgotten, with great relief,
Soon, very soon, to be lost forever,
Candlelight, sobbing vigils, no power,
Nail, Nail, Nail,
Praise in the box, graffiti walled,
Like a bathroom stall, just as ******,
Docile dissolving vessels,
Brought to the commonplace dropoff,
Settled down and greatly relieved.

It’s a place where an enticing bay sways,
Music dancing on the misty breezes,
Humdrums of level heads mingle effortlessly,
The constant waves lap up on indigo stacks,
The sun sits bejeweled in the sky,
Sandy stalks of sugarcane sweeten the air,
Drink and pleasure abound,
Vagabonds and harlequins twirl and chant,
The dusk and the dawn live together,
Creamy silver and golden haze weather,
The aesthetic is O so grand,
Celebrations of life here in the sand.

Mad trolleys take them to the city,
The hustle and bustle reduced to saunter,
Adornments of every shape and design,
Line the alleys and canals,
Flora and fauna engrained in the DNA,
Every bit of the city breathes, sighs and laughs,
Back at the bay they all rest together,
Making love by driftwood fires,
They sing like mad poets and howl to one another,
Everyone becomes an instrument,
Everything becomes equal.

Could this possibly be real,
This feeling this view,

Bottom of the stomach,
Depths of the soul,
Could this possibly be true,
This path this way,

On top fo the skull,
Balanced on the earth,
Could you possibly be there,
This beauty, this impossible beauty.

Why am I doing this?
Is it to somehow appeal?
Having a deep desire to,
Be exposed and living,
With many bland and empty arrogances,
Somehow it’ll be different with me,

Then when all is out there,
Did it make a difference,
Constant grief for the,
Great Thought that got away,

Why do I do this chant,
It all comes out as static,
What for are those,
Playing accursedly with loud dentures,
Flapping gums,
Getting points across,
Raising eyebrows,
Glancing back at what’s just gone,
Then, by will, carry one.

Feel the dream coming through,
Let it please be true,
Silently granules fall,
Between myself and the hall,
Let the bubbling not come afloat,
Burst and that’s the last thing I wrote.

They found his head in the park this morning,
Samuel was decapitated like a king,
The trouble was that he was a fiend,
The best kind of **** you’ve ever seen,

The park where he played since his youth,
Wouldn’t have guessed it’s now his woodchip tomb,
It rolled off and plopped right there,
Everyone but the park rats were scared,

It was almost expected,
Not that surprising,
He lived off of stealing,
Must’ve ****** with the wrong guy,

When you look down the slide you can see,
The dent in the ground where Sammy’s head be,
Worlds collide and galaxies born,
At the same while,
Samuel’s head was torn,
From his body.

Completely wrapped in the beauty of it all,
Felt the ugliness grow from my chest,
Somehow there was a throbbing burst,
Started in the feet and sank up,
Ended in the throat and the heart,
It was like a shiver,
Mind freezes,
It whirls and burns,
Fingers searching and filled with ants,
Everytime that I hear them,
I can feel a aboot sitting on my grave,
Though I am alive,
Happy and Carefree,
Down in out into those shaken moments,
Just once in a while,
But enough to mention,
Maybe there’s a shockwave from these moments,
A wing flap and right next to me someone feels it,
They don’t know what to make of it,
But maybe they’d stop and stare off for the first time,
Expanded and folded outwards,
Seeing and feeling what was once a personal quake,
Jostled from the run of the mill,
Totally mindless walking the earth,
By chance O if only,
Grateful to feel O so fearful,
O how wonderful it was.

It’d be effortless like the sun setting herself,
She’d just be, natural and luminescent,
Waves of cascading and flowing radiance,
Like the snow melted and she was left,
So warm and soft and human,
Making it hard to look and breathe,
Fascinatingly enticed like a moth to flame,
She would be chaos and destruction incarnate,
But no one would realize it,
Those little, gentle breezes,
Carnivalized into buckling winds,

One look and it’d all make sense,
Fireworks racing toward the skies ringing,
Glass shattering and making mosaics blossom,
Surges of invisible hands,
The feeling of living,
Close to death,

She’d be perfect,
So dastardly so,
That she couldn’t be real,
That’d just ruin it.

Is that all we’re looking for?
The best times that we all can enjoy?
When we sit here and wonder why,
What to do next and not have an answer,
Then it all makes a crystal clear wave,
We had nothing better to do.

Sail away and traveling far,
Just like the escaping of reality,
The real and ambiguous world we live in,
Truly day to day,
Taking the good and the bad along with the divine.

Did it all make sense in the infinite,
That it didn’t really matter, the time you spent,
However magical and supreme it may  have seemed,
It didn’t really matter,
  In the grand scheme of things.

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.

The Fog n Funk is choking!
It’s so hot it’s burnin’ my internals!
The best ideas come out,
When your head is stuffed in a thought

I said a yeahhhhh… (4x)

Why not write it down??
The time to rake is beating away,
Upon the sun it get’s hooked everyday,

Realize that these petrified, antagonized,
World disappears,
Around the Outer Zone,
Falling on solid ground

I said a yeahhhhhh… (x2)
Get up and blow your head off!

The times that we find ourselves alone physically,
Do we act ourselves or are all the eyes of the world
still peering down at us,
Is the moment that we don’t recall all the eyes,
Is that the moment we find out what insanity is?
The times that we find ourselves alone emotionally,
Do we truly believe we don’t have any attachments
to the feelings of others,
The moment that we aren’t swayed by the world woes,
Is that the moment we aren’t aware of joy?
The times that we find ourselves alone spiritually,
Do we trust that our own judgment and moral ethics,
Have been ripped from our souls,
Is that exact moment when we fail to be human,
Is that the time when we become our own god?

Not just a passing fancy,
What I really long for,
Right now and once in a hot and heavy while,
Is to be left in warm comatose,
Next to a breathing and living form,
Grateful to feel a comfort pleasure,
A heart heavy desire fulfilled,
Satisfied in yet wanting more,
Left there in warm comatose,
Stroking with a finger the brilliant cherry skin,
The lotus of sensuality spilling over the brim,
Cascading down in defiant decadence,
Leaving me in warm comatose,
My mouth would search and explore,
Discovering each new second with every sensation,
Realizing that each dawn is witnessed two fold
And that the only ones left are we,
Carelessly left in warm comatose.