The Collected Poetry of Max Toast
$ink | +3 Part 2 | +3 Part 3 | 08 08 08 | 500 Lonely Lovers | A Recipe | A Spicy Pineapple | Abstract Sequentialism |Ananda Dada | Antikythera Mechanism | Bad Myth | Because | Benevolence |Best Laid Plans | CENSORSHIPWRECK | Channel Surfing 1 | Channel Surfing 2 | Channel Surfing 3 | Channel Surfing 4 | Channel Surfing 5 | Coast | Cochlearevolution | Coitus Scope | Collecting Dust | Common Nonsense | Consecutive Characters | Considering That | Delirium Rap | Developement Developement | Direction | Dis-Stain | Don’t Doubt | Don’t Worry | Drop Circles | Expectations | First Of All | Flower Poem | Forst | Freaks Like Me | Freaky New Age Psychobabble | Fun | Get a Job | Go Ahead | Go Figure | Gone Fishing | Happier.. | Heat Waves | Heavy Sativa | Hella Hella Hella | Horseshoes and Hand Grenades | Kabbalah Box | Keep The Home Fires Burning | Love Shovel News | Lucid | Mo-Dust | My Conditions | My Position on the 60s | N.I.C.E. | Natural Causes | Never Say Forever | New Age Televangelists | Oh… | One, Two, Left, Right | OURx | Paranomasia | Paradox | Perspective | Placemeant | Portland, OR | Psycho Dialect | Rearview Mirror | Resonate | ReTox | Rigged Studies Rolling Again | Sensitizing | September | Sequentialism | Share a Bit | Show Love | Something Other Than | Soul Half Life | Starving Artist | Step Forward | Surrender Dorothy | Tao Tao Tao | The Book of Look Out | The Closer You Get | The Edge 1 | The Edge 2 | The Edible Metaphor | The Goldenseal Scrolls | The Mention | The Worst Part | This House | To The Romans | Too Many Ways | Universalinguistic | Wait | We’re Gonna Die | WHEN | Willits 9-11-07 | Woke Down | Worlds Eye View | You Trippin Man | Zang |
This could be cathartic spark jargon for far gone homily halliburton bomb mongers and homicide bombers that don't mind dying just to fly away from parading chaos back home zoning laws prohibit community soon to be doomed without lies or apologies where would America be if it weren't for greedy freedom that needed a beating to be seen? Scene scape dream bait and tackle hackable with C for a small fee i.e. the whole computer, adderall and a quarter of weed as beads of honey run down one night stand offs coffee mugs we hug trees believed to be better company than crack fiends or computer screens KILL YOUR TV and join the reality balance beam but physical laws prohibit this fantasy can't we all just bust a move to prove the groove is still alive.. and we have nothing to hide no guided missile arsenal stolen from some fumbled yuppies pocket he won't regret placing fixed bets on life and lets god sort the microchips for corporations suited stations curtailing motivation to end the gentrification just Spend less blend rest with manifesting dreams with each refreshing breath and YES living blessed is better than death but law prohibits independence law prohibits independence freedom is not food owned by corporations and doesn't grow on trees it takes a community to mutiny a wave to sink a ship and a strong grip to hold on while its going down while we drown the cash won't keep us afloat. Afternoons are becoming more productive mornings boring candle lit dinners seem more like paradise mice coincide with fruit flies in a symphony of mince pies and dried wine from weeks ago as debris begins to float and fly in floodwater the solder comes undone and closed circuits open up to the public which informs the rest of us that in a few weeks we'll be... sunk
+3 part 2
Not exactly a dime a dozen unless you count the currency conversion from Rock and stick steady sickly trickles down to the lowest common denominator fading into river banks of flooded income where the thick is rich with debris Please keep this between you and me I can't read, so speak it with certainty in your language until I learn my own find yourself attracted to another brick in the wall we can't crawl over so we'll have to break through into demolishing brings other processes of elimination to mind so you find yourself breaking bricks with your head eventually fall over dead regret is the last thought after you reckon thats the last time I see that fucking wall!
+3 part 3
Yes I listened love is the condition if it is unconditional it cannot be bought sold, frozen or kept cold golden years are goals when you're this old our souls seem pulled out of classic fantasy and you leave it up to me to explain why history has taken any chance of me offering four white stallions and a gold ring and a wed-locked by the king but that's just the thing I thought love was the condition and Marriage was a superstition made up by Christians because they love conditions under which you can be blamed for not abiding by conditions to be excited by which you might consider dry and unrelated to the sky which is why we have this wide array of terrain to take on not take over and over until its gone we'll get older and older and when dawn strikes the rearview mirror we'll keep going out of fear another sunrise like this might not appear if we actually STOP to witness a miracle Yeah unconditional but love is a condition and I never found the medicine but love's the only cure pure or synthesized with tied strings attached satisfaction backfires admired by few rewired for truth Still fail to see the attraction attached satisfaction backfires I'm just waiting to see the main attraction in this +3 ring freakshow....
08 08 08
It's too late! No one wants to watch a bleeding planet die the thoughts we find are bound to mind and sometimes human nature never changes grinding gears and financiers we look to peers for inspiration 08 08 08 we lack the patience can we just adjust and re unite nations? Pangaea or bust a rhyme for the sake of communication 2008 you were a phenomenon in an anonymous post ironic genuine sort of why do you have to confuse us way before any of this primordial backwash trash talk towering debt letter of resignation some fine day in September killed the peace monger no longer war loving teach in churches pray for schools vote in stores with little green ballots buy city hall so you can sit and watch TV city mantlepiece TV city window city door city room city vroom vroom city speed by 08 08 08 One more smoke break I don't do competition fishnet bourgeois woodstock groovy is here now now hear this this is the signal transmission from my dying civilization I mean culture I mean hairstyle I wanted to be different I wanted to be the same different I wanted to be thee same different you were when they were all the same like me! I'm over thinking I'm over you I'm over me which is why I quit and slammed the door on you but 08 08 08 I need a reference shit if they hire me but 08 I don't want a job 08 I need money 08 money is power 08 power corrupts 08 08 08 lets just procrastinate 08ing on the world to change is frustrating and strange so I cashed my last paycheck and bought a plane ticket to nowhere in particular to get away but no matter where you go there's some worn out catch phrase preventing you from finding anything new 08 don't go I need you to stay so I'll paint the rest of my day the same shade and 2008 can be seen behind the masking tape
500 Lonely Lovers
Climbing the ladder is the only road I was supposed to know. Going slow and steady. Rowing the boat. Up to no where and gone past. Or on and beyond. In a martini glass. I'm just a drunk James bond. Shaken and stirred. But every mission I go on The lines get blurred I've got a couple lonely lovers Who have a dozen lonely others And the rest of them are wondering What happened to each As soon as there's three Theres one out of reach And as soon as there's 4 There's a couple to meet. If any could stay in one place That would be sweet If you ignore your needs You'll never feel complete We think our heart's broken Hoping it really is You're not the only one who thinks No one wants to be with I've got a dozen lonely lovers Who have a dozen lonely others We're happiest together When we embrace the weather We move like clouds, Bees, and diseases If you have a broken heart Can I have a couple pieces To have and to hold Keep and grow old with You can have some of mine But raw meat tends to mold quick So I keep it in my ice chest It preserves better frozen But remember if you thaw it out You only get a moment Sensitive tissue and Irreparable damage get along Better than the intended Demographic of this song.. If you're alive you get older Now we know what's wrong Nobody's going anywhere We have to get along. I want to focus on forever I want to shackle my actions Rewrite my life in fiction Until i forget it's distraction And ignorance ain't bliss It's an isolated mind Looking for something That's impossible to find I'm just an isolated soul So I let my mind loose But it gets out of hand And some times it meets truth So far so cute I should have brought a parachute Falling in love hurts most When you have something to prove But this time I'm in a hammock And there's only room for one Tonight I fall in love with moon And wake up with the sun
1. Add self -ground, diced, minced One dozen pies On a platter of spaghetti splatter blend Sit for one hour - I owe you one Peel off the fake currency between folded flaps of cloth On your right butt cheek And buy your ass off Spend less at half the price currency conversion from rock and stick to shell Shell out! Highest bidder.. Somewhere in Africa Niger Delta untapped out resources out sourced forge, crucible, and a lapidary wheel that goes round and round and round at 65,000 miles per hour Herding celestial cats Jay walking minimal criminal intentionally my old shoes Barely have any sole left So I put a treble clef On any appropriate BPM That still remembers my name So... we're down with that sort of thing Until we run out of snacks This is my middle ground quarter life crisis and inner teenager holding the rivets between self and society Cook at 350 degrees for 10 minutes. Come out... well done.... Great job... You've got tenure... but no lab and a trace of shrapnel embedded in your glitter chakra. jitters like a nomad On less sleep than a tweaker. For the fifth and final time I'm not really that type of guy that I am but the other guy doesn't know that yet with what wits left witless Pterodactyl polo Skynet can I get a witness Spit this up and chew it out glass half hole full of yourself or hollowed out to be determined Idol worship Th- th- think - s- s- sync hair product swimming pool Non-sequitur nicotine milk undercurrent phenomenon someone applies mascara on bunny rabbits and nuclear submarines layered out of order in the old world piracy policy talk me down low low D and a bass clef looks kind of like an ear Cure in a box underground aged for years call it a time capsule but suck it out through a straw • eat. More often if experts agree • be worried safety first lasts longer than a second world dominated by the digital my heartbeat amplified from within my chest speaks to be outspoken styles unbroken entertain us ouroboros memorize the lines and sing-along the chorus in unison son shine the moon mind the melody properly punctuate the tune it's a god eat god eat god universe rehearse the eulogy as a million Jesus Christ look alikes mutiny we are soon-to-be doomed without lies or apologies Genetic ties that fly off the panhandle For another day Procrastinate wait wait.. wait... commercial commercial... feature presentation Apocalyptic Big Bang I'm out of the rain Until we raise the roof and welcome condensation In this cave This here is my explanation Of how I found patience In a cash register rap Ch ching ching Give me a receipt So I can write a recipe For societal rehabilitation With little more Than a Tablespoon of decency a solid ton of greed One and a half cups of ignorance Let the lower class bleed a bit and then mix or blend Serve at a healthy temperature for 300 years Add 50 seconds If the constellations No longer align Because congratulations You have found yourself In the future Again
A Spicy Pineapple
I clung to her fur for my life to have some semblance of purpose outside of the obvious she made me forget for a while now feeling gotten rid of between gratitude and endless longing to shake off constant reminders of what I never had I lost her before we met before she was invisible I was invincible and the sun sang a different song I've sent countless letters but the only one tangible was the letter I followed by endless ellipses which turned into the sky. Before she smiled at the star cluster she thought we had in common but this is no constellation with ancient history chiseled in eroding walls more like a black hole scribbled in sharpie on a dive bar bathroom stall followed by "for a good time call" fuck hanging with hang ups but I heard God in a cough and home in a moan and sex in a symphony of dial tones you're not alone and no one is but don't single your self out caring about anyone else is selfish when concerned with self doubt while they all watch you die... waiting... If you need validation (my friend) you just missed it from the observation deck of your own personal train called life you watch it all pass you miss most of it and appreciate the moments you pay attention. I didn't say like. If you're having trouble picturing it try compensating for motion the picture is BIG in an infinite panoramic and I panic that i'm missing it I think I'm missing something until I think of her and what I narrowed down to my fondest memory of that vacation: DILLIGAF Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck? No... Not anymore... Cause this train Doesn't stop and she jumped out the door... Peace.
Hairless mammals and featherless birds make it hard for scaleless reptiles reputations lashing tongues ladder rungs and hung juries nearly dead punks sung songs of lively love and peace doves letter to the murder of crows calling it genocide side saddle cattle prod cod call pall bearers paired up in an empty limousine cleaned for the processions first hearse had a bad fan belt felt like funerals pull people together limb for limb - via vaia vora vim Heliotrope liberation front and back to plants can't protect themselves from sunshine on you crazy dynamo loco droogie tar pit fall apart fit together weather you like it or not we all rot in a crate or cremate we hate to admit the painful relationship between check and checkmate patience, I'm faking it - cadence, i'm making it up as if adding empty cups will make some water not to bother multiplying zero zero zero zero this is repetition rome and burning it like nero my family tree's afraid to shake the leaves so the first snow of winter's been waiting on me to say 'FREEZE' - ' Brrrrrr' - 'Stick em up!' Stick em up in the smog waterlogged economy feed the enemy my swollen belly - bowl of jelly jam telegram felt tip pen pelvic grin melting skin within within something something liquid liquid burning turning autumn leaves scatter patterns on the breeze smoke signals warning of future diseases increases in pieces the seasons re store bought forethought hindsight aurora your twilight so high you can see it from space flying in place this is my 8th application to old school but baby I'm in the middle you're hella high and this elementary my dear what's on your mind?
Not a dada pseudonym Spin me sideways Why blaze trails when we can Find them hidden in Knee deep puddles when The wind needs sails We have more then enough room To move if we could Begin with a wiggle When a giggle means the world and brings cosmic space humility When the universe laughs it must be infinitely more contagious Because stars are never so bright as when we get the joke And get to take it home And share it with friends And spread this epidemic Snap out of it It's funny because it's true And if you feel hurt They aren't laughing at you It's the cosmic joke Can you take it? “I had visions I was in them I was looking into the mirror” Completing each others sentences This is a bad sign... Although I only seem to ever finish them right half the time. I only ever seem to fall in love when I'm not watching and Maybe you snuck up on me or I was too fucked up to know the difference between casual flirting and star-crossed interview can you explain the back and forth of the insanities and outskirts remind me what I don't need to think about? Can you define love? Can we join a circus? Can we start a circus? Can can can if if if When when when Never again except for Now then now then now then How how how Don't ask me It hasn't happened yet Be happy for me Be complete Be happy for everything Depression sucks Jealousy sucks make this life be Good enough to be your last.
I reckon resonance in sediment let the world keep burning navigate cosmos solo milky way star combat wombat on that standard recognition of shit listen sickening swing of a hundred things from one side of the room to a quasar sharp thorn in my paw but no mice with anesthetic pathetic you called me that once but you may call me rat skunk you may call me if the world is becoming duck billed platypus pail all hail and scattered t- storms in the mid-west kid best git up on outta here this is our town bough down and it's holding up traffic congratulations if you caught that when I threw it from so far away borrowed a vowel now I'm stuck with in consonants so my sonnets sound like mmmmmmm bzzzzzz sssssssssssso hot you could light a joint off it topics got the shock of a walkie talkie before technicolor so what... is... next....
I am running out of ideas and into concepts, notions and plans that can't be ignored core values that dictate the ways I stray from Monday is a state of mind much like signing my life savings to some kind of IRS best neglect taxes till they pay me back drafts of wind convincing me to shoot the breeze out of frustration for my mortgage payments for my sins are buried under pearl street bricks where the fleeting glimpse of tweekers eyes helps me sleep at night because the poor fuckers can't I'd rant this to him if he could pay attention I'd suggest he take a look at his reflection would persuade anyone to stay away from crystal coffee please smoke some weed espresso puh-lease you must be out of your mind
Because shoes Because many shoes Because people Because war zones Because soap Because food Because water Because you have to play with fire more Because friction is hot but you're always so cold Because of course reality is stranger than fiction... Fiction is supposed to make sense! Because pine beetles make pine trees porous and it burns better Because timber. Because tinder. Because tremor. Because quake. Because burns hurt. Because you have to play with fire. And knives. And geometry. And why is that satanic? Because war on knowledge! Because of shoes. Because of boats. Be cause of boots. Because armadas. We cause damage. We got damaged. We cost hundreds. Of billions. Of light years. Every light a year We see in the distance. And speaking of which. Where's my sideways elevators? What's with the war machines bro? Don't taze me bro. Don't tax me so... Much Because food not bombs. Because connect the dots. How do you survive on commercials. How do you starve. And still give. How do you forgive? For good? How do you forget? Misunderstood. How do you regret? The unknown How do you let go go and be free Catch and release Because you have to Play With fire more
Irresistible window tin echo Fixation shaken non trauma Shock subsiding wide lens Sensory separation shapes Style ignorant lemming shoes. Cross species trend lust. Mass suicidal toad schools. Drink the proverbial kool-aid. Worship whatever god you find suitable to ignore your problems. Follow whatever diet you see as an excuse to die young. Jumble family names because you might be adopted. Squirm under irrelevant questions because we're all guilty. Provide them with probable cause when there is none, and remind them they didn't need it anymore anyway. Poetic terrorism is not scary, but it sounds like it could be, therefore the revolutionary gets the desired affect. We cannot force evolution but it will run its course. Revolution runs in circles and can only be forced. I can't make this flower grow. I can't abort an ungerminated field or kill an empty compost pile. I can however stay up all night. Fuck.... Sleep. Insomniac auto-didactic distracted. Disintegrating sounds and Reality fracturing around lucidity Confronting the whole picture. Exhaling with vim and vigor: "I made this" I am responsible and need an excuse to destroy it before I inevitably lose it. These are the fore-thoughts of megalomania. Invention - Creation Destruction - Cremation Repurpose - Resurface Evolve and dissolve. A hobo on the street holds a sign: "Will listen to poetry for money" Listening to the journey Needlessly spanging In the near future No one will be serious Except stark raving lunatics If the near future happened today Would you be ready Would you be taken seriously?
Best Laid Plans
Best laid plans often turn to shit in the end. Just hoping serendipity's my friend... If there's a hell I haven't been there but I know a lot that have I've seen it happen to the best of us but we're all pickin' scabs I've seen a genius turn to retard I've seen a lot of winners lose you can fake it till you make it but its your world to chose think yourself well it don't work without imagination ask your inner child how much time you're wasting get scrilla pay bills take pills make a name karma's built on lifetimes there's no one to blame but your self your true self not the one in mortal coils who are you today stuck with problems or spoils good hard work or toil resident or royal fuck your green grass that's a waste of good soil puzzle piece to peace hope you find the right spot you make the big picture fit whether you see it or not best laid plans seem to turn to shit in the end hoping synchronicity's my friend
Secure in myself with the seat-belt of life without a license The car's a narcissistic crisis Discussing destination with dadaist degradation mental mastication that makes everything digest I digress as my car wrecks and corrects I reflect visionary narration of the wrong plot is all I've got to survive on censorship grips the wrong words wailing through page after page piercing statements of rage each opinion falsified with pride just to appease the pious side Spend the rest of your time wasting its taste scent sight you might as well when laws prohibit sensory limit linked with infinite probability beginning with spinning singularities solitary words can't offend but they pretend certain verbs hurt them in public these deadly exclamations are contagious - epidemic Oh my virgin ears! does it make me a slut if I fuck every word I hear linguistic indiscretion is my strong point but never fails to lead me down and around these spiraling paper trails chasing my tale is ordinarily just a matter of vocabulary...
Channel Surfing 1
Loose cannon action orgies for more obese children in Tennessee as beads of sweat threaten another heart attack back the car up so I can hop in the trunk a funky smell went to parliament George Clinton should be president because this one smells more like shit than funk ::::Observation:::: Idiots run the world and keep genius at bay while geniuses suffer from the delusion that someday the idiots will go away we are all idiots
Channel Surfing 2
Tuesday 9/21/10 Paranormal force Swami perception sectioned off concentration half a seconds hesitation for the occasion of frequency oscillations SAY I'm jaded Daily more wasted on in no cents taken Give no change! Driver takes tips off trees picas and grips One day I'll be able to write not train of thought but my thought is trained in a bizarre way create logic bricks and stack them into the shed skin of a snake taking way too long to dissolve into the soil which naturally back when it was coiled, would slither on and think nothing more of...
Channel Surfing 3
"Taking drugs to make music to do drugs to" Sucking urine back into yourself on a long bus ride Showing and telling personal karaoke bloopers to an audience of one or less Shaking for the sake of staying still in the long run knowing nothing is still in the universe Forgetting everything for the sake of knowing your self in the long run Knowing who you are for the sake of forgetting the short story Being happy for the sake of changing In the end Knowing the end so you can keep a secret and no friends Knowing what's good for you is as important as doing it.
Channel Surfing 4
patterns of lost compassion piling up in dump truck fashion like found object art isn't in the architecture, Collectors and investors are best born short sighted or they might never be bought up caught up in the next seventh wonder of the world still in someones custody by Dubai dusty apartments and abandoned mansions mean graffiti canvases for the real free world activists we just wish the tags were more informative.... You can't create without consuming insatiable appetite for confusing abused tuning forks out of keys they need to unlock frequencies this is a diseased piece of why mitochondria conned me out of the gene pool oh cruel fate appreciates another Darwin award for shortsighted hybrid cell inbred bells and whistles on the long walk to hell found a chainsaw and listened closely to the chain rattle hum
Channel Surfing 5
After you said hi three times it's high time to say hello. I can counterfeit the future. Contemplation: Not just for intellectuals any more! Mastication: No longer just for the poor! I chew with my mind open. She's on a wheaties box
How I ever even got here I don't know - I don't know It's been a binge of gibberish, showmanship, and dumb risks There's never been a measurable high Because despite my never touching ground I'll never see the sky Eyes wide open driving blinded by trials Imperfections and errors tearing holes in my style gotta leave, I gotta be, I've got a piece of the ocean Don't ask the seas I've seen. I hardly know the waves I'm coastin
Cochlea ear hole evolution Unsung heroes among unsung heroes Bamboo bombilla Brand mind landscape Phone app oh snap Snow cap crow trap Grow back The happy pill Known hack don't frack Unpack oil spill Clean up ya mean mug improbable un-provable Movin' unmovable Bull shit mull it Over within a thin line I don't like to mess with fate I shape the past to make mine Make minds Behave modification Shaken Day spin Say when Well then Not enough You need more? Memory Speaking leaking hardcore Art Your Wood node zone Creation Shame full of aloha dough Biscuit wish piss bucket list to Schism shishka shoe shine high Light of an insignificant mind I Strobe light with precision. Dime a dozen, done in run in One bad apple ruins the cider Wide turns and escape syntonic Rhythm is kismet spit up Ego boast is the most ironic Sonic family to the nth degree
Completely incomplete In a vigorous rest repeat Rinse it off to see the see through Three two one to one two three We all need some consequences Directions and a better plan The first broken hearts hurt and Got worse so I can understand But giving up is only easy If you forget the goal Working toward the finish line Is like eating when you're full So put a little bit of effort in Until it's effortless and let The world expand your run It's not work until you sweat I bet the world got you down And others make it look easy Well they may not be faking But it's all about the reasons Growing into bigger space Will make it all look hard Appreciate the finer things Because you got that far Everyday you fold and say Pretty sure I've seen it all You have a universe to study Steady on you hear the call But all the sunshine on this rock Couldn't make you see it stop It takes time to see a sunrise And a climb to make it to the top We summit - done it In a hundred ways Every possible dimension In a couple of shades We play dead just to prove we live And love to live it out But the fact is in practice Take it for granted and we doubt That this life is for us That this just ain't my generation But your just piloting a space craft This is where you were stationed I chased it Chased a dream I couldn't catch Pretty sure every time I sleep It gets more out of grasp But I see signals and signs I'm still doin my time And it's comforting to know that Someday we get to die That's my prize, my reward Some cheat and clock out early They missed a shit ton of beauty By becoming the tragedy So don't fall in love too fast But don't forget that's all there is Don't forget to remember you don't know what you forget
Collecting dust because it says so much about the past lasts longer than you think we drink it sink our teeth in the meat of it and see it speed ahead of us in the distance its quiet if we listen but when we try to sleep it buzzes loudly keeping us awake at night we take a minute to hear it out and see what it has to say ~What a difference the shade makes~ On a hot day daze of how many ways the maze can twist and turn even if you're not concerned with the escape plans it demands you have an understanding of the next thing you do is that really true? in the big sky of blue there are infinite reasons to see the stars from different perspectives collecting dust because that's all there was above what must have been gravity Calamity STRUCK and I can still hear the ringing buzz in my ear loud and clear vibrations based on a big bang we witnessed when it all started and parted off into a universe the fractal vortex never stops we just top it off with a rhythm imprint and when winter begins again no telling what could happen
As if I never thought a bit about good faith It's Human waste if you ask me The side of you that never knew how to dress in middle school is prettier than you will ever be I never knew I never do the things I do the best Of all the ripples I create the water does the rest
11/11/11 For the second time in a row Tonight is a parallel slow moments between And gone for the bulk of it Force the image of success You will never find Under a boxtruck Or between shingles The poorest plan Is the one least confused Without perspective And astonishment The collective mind dulls Being open minded Exposes to callouses Or infections Detection of which Seen in the chisel tip Split between massive And insignificant Chicken scratch throwie Or Graf prophet glowing Testament Bent Characters Become core and core becomes Cancer Growth for the sake of growth Is cancerous We all need to eat And sure shit is compost But the meaning is lost in the cycle of life AKA plumbing AKA sewage lagoon We don't need you In fact we could use Half of the half of whats left to be doomed So we intend on living Right through this apocalypse Is my ellipses dot dot dot Don't need an escape plan My excuse for impermanence is concrete and only the weeds know the language I speak
It wasn't the price is right kind of cost measurement when we collected everything left and gave it away Does it matter what it's worth to you when someone needs it too? As soon as someone has it circumstances turn admirers to fools.. The more you want what you can't have the more your back will feel stabbed And when you feel it in your chest you come up with things to confess some people lie to seem innocent and some to the competition as if its gonna help to bluff when you can see each others hands become fists flying quickly into sticky situations sun to sky and land to time we still out shine every land mine takes another pair of legs which in America were never put to use or just forgotten caught in talkin' about how laziness will cage you in your own body but moving cages are part of the outrageous number of reasons we're revolting hopefully insulting will encourage moving cages to raise above the ground with proud levitation with a cut and paste carbon copier cartridge kind of duration
I was born in a library And in it was a book It was never even opened So I cracked it once to look. When I couldn't even read It inspired me and shook The very nature of reality and I was like Fuck this I'm gonna write a track Write a bitable bit of battle Brrr-rap it's no use jack I pack the heat back the speech Attack and tactfully teach When it hits you it'll crack your teeth One good thing about music It ruins you when the truest blue Be stacking the beats I need a cold bong hold on To the edge of yr seat Dead wrong head strong Trippin over their own feet Trying to shuffle to this song Knee deep in concrete Get drunk take a seat I'm not here to compete This is a systematic prayer For the people that don't care If I could stop giving a shit I'd never have to compare But the facts are quite clear It's been a hell of a year And I'd be lying if I wasn't looking forward to a beer Gotta press on get gone As if I was never even here Is it too much to ask For a stable career In the mean time I write Wire my synapses tight To make connections Subtle suggestions On ways to lessen the plight We all know it won't wait We movin faster than that The traps provided by fate Couldn't catch the stray cat Got my eyes on the prize Just stayin alive Could use a million bucks But ain't turnin down five Hustle ain't just a word kid It's a state of freakin' mind If you know what to look for theses days? It's a guaranteed find You're either dependable Or expendable Too young or too old You're either a bitch or a goddess Or both and stone cold You either fight for good Or you're too good to fight And I don't know when I'm wrong But know wrong when I write So I'll just give you some questions I hope you can solve I hope you come up with an answer I don't have any at all This is the good ship psyche Maiden voyage and fall In the blink of an eye And the sound of yes y'all We get to tinkering with Shiny things hearin' the call Time to mutiny again and a whiskey double tall We hoist a nationless flag The pig's out of the bag you try to make me a slave when this country is a grave Lady Liberty we know she's the tombstone And Uncle Sam enlisted and he's never coming home
Developement Developement The planet's going celibate time is of the essence and my essence is irrelevant carbon dioxide? I'm just breathin' for the hell of it well if I ain't? I am predator - I am prey chasing my tale killing everything in the way day by day I can't wait to be endangered epidemic outbreaks low oxygen intake take a joke! seriously man I'll be a real fake and paint my face opaque this oasis is a mirage and this is my camouflage facade god forgot to deny the language barrier and buried me with the plot no offense taken back by dotted lines recline on your broken tread mills I'll chase carrots on mine cry sheep in my wolf costume post humous soon the position will be a robot with well written intuition in Java script systems break down kinetic energy when they make sound hey look at what me and space found another vacant lot so let's develop it develop it
Diisdain. this stain. Soliloquy of basics Not on my watch 'Rolex' to satellite might Scoop me up from confusion Extrapolate distinction I am me Chemically and Conceptually I am my rhythm Broken heart To breakbeat Throw me a poem Not just a stupid thought stream S.O.S. oxox Rounding edges and Bar bell curve balls Trimmed hedges In front of free falls Driving off a cliff to lift your head from finishing your text Don't mind the G.P.S. Spent a pretty penny on predicting my own death now I'm alive and in debt With a half a decade left I traced the long lines of my ancestry Along a downward spiral just to find no family tree Deceased for reasons forgotten Can't remember my own name I used to know fresh from rotten But now it's a different game Picking pieces from my teeth (Is this vodka or bleach) Remember to wipe your chin (It rubs the lotion on its skin) Sold on the goal told to be bold Don't be an asshole asshole You'll be rich when your dead I'm gettin sick of empty threats Reporting live from death I made a garden instead Je nes se pas I dont jest guess I suggest you protest Placing bets on a test Live it up for the rest Rest repeat rest repeat Complete pieces Of a screen kiss Couldn't resist Well framed shot Well arranged plot Remember what you were taught Memorize the lines Practice practice It's a marathon Not a sprint This is a battle Not THE battle unfinished art on the canvas of a man who just went blind. This stain this page Disdain to bliss rage And anyway Placing bets on a test We live it up for the rest Stuck in funny money prisons Or on drugs and depressed Rest repeat rest repeat Completely incomplete Couldn't resist the piece too overheard to speak
Prescription addiction vaccinations twisted diction direction Antichrist sacrament been there twice and back again burning out the filament seismic psilocybin biocode pyramid organic born to panic cancer panoramic image banter cross the land far jar-gone pop song plan Chaos never died so by Eris I abide through poetry and try again to prophesize what's happenin principle doctrine: walk when they tell you to stop talk when they tell you to shut up you're interrupting you mean p-p-p diddle to me scrilla scrilla bling benjamins I'm renderin troops to bring the planet back to its roots you don't know me and if you do, you know I'm never lonely Omens showin the way crow Speaks and if you listen you can hear the deer pray because we humans paved the way to a much much much brighter day than we'd expected lethally intercepted by progress and disrespected by honest people lying in the name of a God we trusted dust to crop dusted fields our fate is vacuum sealed and corrosive gases make the inside peel so let's party like its 1999 and Y2K is a proven fact, We used to think the web was ours but now its been hijacked, a heart attack at the core of our reality cataract pulling the reigns on this track I plan find out exactly what our consciousness lacks
Doubt becomes sacrifice of Ideals and ideals I feel Are the basis of reality Do stuff - Make things Is the mantra We find what We find we Do what we must We must be who we are We are still finding us Limitless And the death of breath Impermanence We are left to fend for This purposeless Squeaking of the bed boards Scraping past the broken core Of a reality you've never Seen or met before Intoxicants and the prying eyes Of the soiled doves you Never meant to find Attractive You are a soldier A fool Pointing at the sky As you Walk off a cliff And prove You've Lost. Consecutively But found Life is a tool You know very well How to use.
Woah woah woah Listen Chicken Little There is nothing really wrong, we have only the Big Bang at stake. Big plane like infinite unwritten Love a shove, spun and smitten Don't get into fights in spite of the desire rewrite, rewire Suddenly un-inspired like, it takes a village to raise my hopes, and hope that village ain't full of dopes. I know the ropes but can't tie most of the right knots. I spots ionosphere in the distance for instance 50,000 feet to space ain't a light year we see quite clear in our range, free range, we drain, energy, generally. Let me explain. Free range, we drain, energy, generally, let me just, patch this up but leak the more porous so we can explore us the best fresh water flows but so fast and won't last, so we shadowy sheep sleep by the spring. buy things that make us feel as new, vicariously, like me and you. Getting older. Slower, connect better when it gets colder and our molecules contract. Interact with new agents, strays and ancient sages alike. We type numeral by numeral (1-2-3) Until it becomes a beat. A rhythm. A pattern. Routine. Keep my psyche sterile and synapses squeaky clean, so when we next peer into outer space our inner remains pristine. I mean. Free range. We drain energy, generally. So systematically we track it and keep peace with the leeches symbiotic and speechless. Reasons to lose it become friends if you choose it bring life into those minds you seem to think are stupid just so you can prove it. Free range and cageless. The sky is falling But you already knew that So don't worry.
Around the point Around the pound The sound the coin Without the sound Of what I need Of what I got Of what I been Of what I'm not Some of this Or some of that I'm not enough I'm giving back Dead culture and The lot kid tribalism Becoming family Identity on patchwork Standardization is domination We'd remembered the reason But for gotten to leave We finally found peace But can't breathe We opened up to some But closed off to the world Would have given it up But traded swine for pearls Traded lies for Jaded girls Paid the spies As the truth unfurls It's either pay at the pump Or pay at the pub It's dumb enough To soften up Or soft enough To being numb to the very place the pain came from
Expired expectation Spent on density of regret I take twice what you gave Listen to half of what you said I don't want you to think I don't appreciate it all I didn't need to be caught But i never meant to fall Never meant to be a burden You didn't have to help But it's because of you I'm certain I've discovered my true self my true wealth - my true cost my true fortune - my use and it's way more exciting than what you'd have me do Worn out welcomes and meandering goodbyes have paved the way to some enlightenment in recognizing lies
First of All
This isn't inhibition this is a mission within which I admit there is no one way turning around to see two pairs of footprints paved when and where we are becomes a greater mystery Every blind faith is busy poking eyes out preaching like they aren't the ones they warn about Take enough time to grow comfortable and it's over. Born again because you just forgot the first time waste another 20 years after death wouldn't take you but you claim to embrace it every blind faith is busy poking eyes out the ones with the biggest poking sticks are still the most devout reciting the bible like it still deserves that name is heaven the objective? or a level in the game? Questionable content haunted and volatile millions of smiling eyes like chasing a prize the wrong way on an escalator if they could just accept with love their gift this gift of life I'd love to see their eyelids lift! Every blind faith is busy jabbing at the sockets millions of eyes in their deep pockets running for office slandering the prophets and in the name of God no less Taking back his only seriously mysterious characteristics affixed to his specific type of dialed in sickness he twists the pistons under the hood of his jacket so as to unmask the past as part of the overwhelmingly ordinary day to day rephrasing of day to day a way of life or living it spinning linguistics giving given giving given a whole new meaning to everything tried to sing along but no one wrote the song yet condemned the best parts to censorship for family restaurants intelligence slipping off cliffs and into trash bins hoops whose faces were replaced by bad celebrity impressions and no one knows the difference...
The first flower I saw met I could never remember because each subsequent was more beautiful than the last, sometimes glimpses, passing pictures in my head and I feel such gratitude that I got to witness it's beauty during its short lifespan. The honor of petals the dance of leaves, it flexes so hard Once, but only for certain eyes. It produces it's aroma It's unique scent Once for blessed noses Unless you pick it Or it's individual taste Should you choose to lick it. But this flower. Not the first and Please for the bees I hope not the last! This flower this existence This compliment to mud Body fur of the earth The growing style. The trees may breathe me The flowers teach me to breathe
Not lonely Never jealous see Sell a fell tree to the belfry Seashell I smell legitimacy In a mean streak stretch Tweak nipple softly softcore Score more than a couple Torn contorted store bought Forethought hindsight And complacency Triple catastrophe line up Take inhibitor bitter pill Thrill seeker why not Caught looking too hard For dropped smile Gotcha shot the lost last dada Dog complex dense city density get me out of here Take me to your Take me in your mind Combine infinite intimate gestures Love and affection You affect me... Be it non sequiter circus talk The perfect plot or the Forget me knots Comfortable silences Let's take a walk maybe Let's beat the clock baby With a hammer We don't need time anymore When we are together Let's just remember That damned if you do Damned if you don't Ransom approach Ought to be blessed if you do If not both So I've been off and on an obstacle of the thoughts I think the most Not sure if I remember how to Even get that close Pterodactyl ghosts Whisp and skip in the sky While I elope locrian high If you don't know why This should be no surprise I'm a predictable poet Homeless romantic In the fabric of space time And you remind me to use mine So please take a percentage Of whatever you find
Freaks Like Me
Kids like us... We give em the Jericho run around Run amok till we'd dug ourselves underground Found a way out within and given the chances - might as well have stayed Cuz it's a jungle out there! Monkeys in the trees! Vermin walkin the streets with hip cats and noxious weeds Stability ain't found in the concrete. A tissue to be broken. An origin to maintain. Stability is time and space - the final frontier. Only found now and here. Until we're asked to move. And we move - move to a beat Broken djimbe unwaxed didj If seagulls flew by the bay they'd be baygulls! Infinite dead baby jokes.. Yo, you dropped your pocket... Dropped your smile Help us make love on the sidewalk. We might exchange talk But we never show the true survivalist side. Hoppin fences, shoplifting fine cheeses and smoked meat. Lying is the act. The world is a stage and you probably can't see it from the bleachers, or even in a front row seat without scopes. Freaks like me. They use my shoulder. Cry to me about the divorce as they catcall passing women. They tell me to get a job and i let em. Prone to tangent Chrome polishing hobos solvents don't get this filth off Torture won't make these walls talk On and off a drug cocktail McHungry - I'm lovin' hatin it Waiting for the payment Livin' easy playing ultimate hold em with five dollar fleas, can't afford the medicine But you bought the disease Freaks like me. They line the streets here, chanting the dull mantras Of "Spare any leftovers?" and "Take me home I'll cook you breakfast!" Sort of resourceful and easily dismissed I get a kick out of a kick down getting kicked out is a kick in the nuts So we're kickin' it like a wild donkey! We learned how to chill in the winter Lick wounds and mend the emptiness with amber flask Five bucks and you can forget hunger or inhibition or ambition listening to the stranger. Empathy becomes self sacrifice Swallowing pride and chasing it with whiskey You are what you eat when you're drunk on humility and it always goes down easy for the freaks like me
Freaky New Age Psychobabble
Concealing ideas deleted and beaten by unreasonable competitors forged out of city extract and condensed cesspool sort of convinced this mess is a work of art start a portfolio to lessen the value palette cleansers like ginger and lime keep my aperture tight so I can dine on my time wasted spent
Fun What fun Is a game you can't lose What fun - what fun Is a test you can't fail what fun - what fun Can we have that wont Eventually kill us It ain't fun if you don't have to Clean up a mess Separate but together Birds of a feather fall From the sky piling up Lifes little questions like why Acid rain smog toxic clouds Steady the cannons Fire some rounds so They can know They can know what fun we have now Forgin' with the meter And the reason I write You down wind of the alcohol Stench from last night With the fact that I haven't been Myself lately Steady drinkin' sinkin' thinkin' Of the future to be It's not a celebration of freedom you bleed It's not for attention It's not what you did What you do for me You do for everyone you meet Comfort and devotion temporarily You always fit like a glove You boast infinite love But never infinitely You're all I need when you're here I cant miss you when you're gone Confuse distraction for life I should have lived all along I just thought differently then Living a lie you were all I needed When I'm not under your spell I could never even believe it It seemed easy that way But it was harder than hell now that I'm back in the inferno You can hardly tell Scorched flesh open wounds And internally bleeding Ain't shit when considering The life I could be leading What fun Is a life Or a life that ain't worth dyin for If I ain't havin fun then what the fuck is death for For the pilot flying time I'm willin to stop the plane and take mine You won't forget me Don't be surprise when I take it by force you lost course What fun Is a game you can't lose What fun what fun Is a test you can't fail what fun can we have that wont Kill us It ain't fun if you don't have to clean up a mess
Get A Job
A bad joke for the pirate poet. Get a job. Get a high paying job. Do not question the oligarch. Let it drive you. Do not concern yourself with authority. Don't not. What if what Is is what IS Do stuff and make things. Make your passion make money. Whatever money means. To normal people money is currency. Money is currency. Produce currency with grace. Produce the moment Grace those with currency your assets. Assets and talents. This is intangiblendity. Assets are (our) talents. No one pays for creativity these days. But currency is currently the QED of talent and talent will never go out of style. Produce! And we will pay mind. Guarantee production and we will pay. But ideas are fishes and the sea is abundant. So Show don't tell. And leap before you yell. Instead of yelling before you leap, There are worse things for the flock - Than staying with the sheep.
Go ahead Pick at my wings Pull my tail It's all relative You talk shit about my animal nature To yourself And lie about yours to both of us Never say never Because you don't even Understand the word yet I hadn't written a poem Since the first time you hurt me By saying yes for the first time You didn't mean it But played along as if A Hollywood actress Wasn't a liar for the perfect role Overprotective is an Understatement We are unproductive together So we part ways to do Nothing on our own And everything we ever wanted But never became too much For either of us to handle When we never had always From the very beginning And wouldn't recognize the end If it punched us in the face Double fisted raised to the sky Like superman only Pretending to fly Because up is way harder And you take the easy way down I've been lying here And never had to hesitate Honesty before but this time It felt right practicing being fake For a future role as a human How do you do this stupid Two leg walking thing Balance is a wagging tail Quadruped I walk in circles Before bed but can't find comfort In the memory of when Self awareness included Considering two peoples feelings When will the smell of winter Win her back from the side of me That didn't know what to do And come back to the side that doesn't care I've got more important things To ignore now
Figure out a rock with your hands Figure out the wind Figure out a bug A snake Before you die Figure out a tree, please, with your hands Figure out a blade of grass Figure out a flower Figure out an herb Introduce a few more senses With your hands Figure out an herb Now figure out politics, With your hands Figure out life and death Figure something out With your hands Now fix it
Objective got bent backwards I rehearse my fate, never hesitate to make a good mistake a break away from straight curvature of the spine grinds any findings back to dust I must I must I must take to heart this tart artistic metaphor we can't ignore a sunny doom in the future suit your cyborg heart and servo driven limbs akimbo living nimbus circuits in us living linguistics give what you can supply and demand Cataclysmic planetary physics Cartesian coordinates in transit I glance past the green grass on either side to see if the breeze will keep me content Suspense of indispensable experience is infallible proof of pretend head games played by the pros he knows what he wrote but could he comprehend it by the ending left with questions hesitating to ask as the opportunity passed the last window on the train the eyestrain became unbearable unaware of bare skins spins on emotion one notion didn't cross my mind but I'll find it in the next blind spot a lot less visible but just a nibble of freedom before I go I know plenty of pretty fish in this tiny sea so please if you're fishing play catch and release
To slap another crutch out from under broken shoulders so we can hobble back together weather permitting intrigue gleefully believing good news could be the only pre-treatment for these soiled under garments alarm our advocates we are undefeated but please keep yourself seated...
Heat waves rise off everything And my dead skin misses me Until night time When cellular memory reminds it That it's had too many.. or given too many fucks Can I borrow some on interest Because if you needed them The golden age is over You missed it and now There is no profit margin On the typeset Upset someone is winning at the game you invented to lose at And every time you score a point It's over pixelated Shame is not a deadly sin But sometimes it should be Shaving hours off the clock So you can save time As it drifts into the wrong mailbox I wrote that love letter so you'd Miss me but never come back I confessed I never felt a thing Until you left and now the letters Of left and felt never fall into place Like they should. I felt left and I left felt Feel this It might be the last beginning you'll ever need or The first ending you ever meant. Let's keep it that way. Let's stay. Hoping that it's true that we could do better even if we don't I hang with the bohemians In my head now.. Where obvious ain't so obvious Especially when you want it. Like "hey you should get paid" Obviously.. And to the employed it's "Another job" And to the unemployed it's "Just another scratch ticket" And as far as reality goes... Who wants to hire me. Who do I want to work for? Getting laid and getting paid... This is not about genitals WE ALL have genitals!! What do you DO? Do u exchange words for letters while u text? Strike one. Do you prefer currency over character? Guilty! Fuck you! Strike two! Are you distracted by technology? Me too! Strike three! Will you please accept me as I am? Because I need some pointers My beer boils in the sun It's never been this hot I don't think I know anyone I'm learning what I'm not Not for the first time Not for the last time What am I besides a few pieces Thrown through the seasons
vida demons see to desensitize re-define phenomenally nominal rewind we shine shamanic concept tally count back from infinite to nothing cutting two is two is two cali connection reflection sun shine behind closed eyelids known to wise hiss righteous patiently explainin it's not my way or the highway it's the trails we's a blazin escape plans and jah be praisin' namastes' and take the cake can the candle be re-lit with an indiscriminate wick can the wake be re-played if the eulogy didn't fit kiss the script if you can't memorize it love is magic when you can recite with certainty certainly living isn't just another icon made worthy for thirteen television keynotes demoted to the don't kiss and tell spit and spell skip and shell and throw rocks in glass houses when we were exhibitionists anyways and grew comfortable with our callouses and oiled our skin please let the trail unwind its self in your direction or you'll never be left to fend or you'll never pretend or you'll never defend it this is your only way to find your only broken side you're only broke inside and no one is put here to fix it but we are all learning to fix the same hole and so far scraping it out hasn't worked we're all empty inside we're all broke inside and spoiled rotten rich without but can't seem to become natural disasters call our names as if to blame but made the whole thing up as if to say the planet is a game so let's play it channel all the chips and cards to one side of the table and reclaimed it for the sake of the sun and what's to become of universal language change is the only constant so you better be ready to embrace it or get an upside down face lift. Now quick! learn how to shape shift.
HELLA HELLA HELLA
Hella hella hella lo! a killa call out's a howl at the moon this is my tune I'm doin a new style wild aces faces in the rain boondock saint chain gang galang galang and bare my wolf like fangs through language lucid proof of stupid abusive views of pollution ruination - conclusion hella hella illusion I'da jotted this rhyme between dotted lines I could disconnect on my own time which is busy running out and ignoring my cries to.. Stay? Please? Hella hella horrific and pitiful call it a never say never come back and go long if you read and write right wrong Hella hella emptiness, empty this original subliminal echo art deco - rate me.. Not like slam at the mercury 1 thru 10 like what you think feel and see read me - like the dozen open full notebooks I've lost out my pockets and poems I forgot and don't remember my own fuckin' life now. Hella hella unpublished bull shit. Hella hella recipes for the apocalypse. Cooking up something in hella hella hells kitchen. Reality commission, and this is the b-boy remix goin' Thank you - Thank you and fuck you a little bit for the truth which - by the way change is the only constant is this barstool and the only intelligent female left on the planet is working the bar with an apathetic glare like "You know I work for tips right?" the only inspiration left I can gather left is this heavy heart rate like... Rate me ... Rate me my friend.. and screw the scoreboard because it 98 BPM and going when I jump off this rock it's not slowing won't let it stop without knowing it's done some good! Right? hella hella coincidence The other guy already wrote my poem so I had to tell you my shit list
Horse Shoes and Hand Grenades
Horseshoes and Hand Grenades From Capitol Hill we can officially declare bankruptcy now, Thanks to God for the politicians They were delicious Boymangodshit because this is America America can't say no way to be a Mia Farrah faucet on and off switch it's a profitable prophecy debatable by nature inflatable parade March Forth! November 5th and 2012 has been rescheduled because it happens all the time and the revolution is on rerun people seem to need fun but no one takes a joke seriously anymore felines and I'll lose the point I'm trying to make out of a tree branch broken from the stress of its fractal finesse I arrested the lumber jack and invested in definitely not philanthropy ‘tis better to have love than lust Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades or statistics or an approximate diagnosis thought it was a broken heart but look closer this is obviously wander-lust with an acute case of kill me - bill me build me up buttercup baby don't you let me down you're all that I need - I need you (point) I need you But not that much and I'm glad you don't need me because sometimes I could take or leave me too And I don't need to sit on any fences because when I'm this high I can still hear the grass grow Close only counts when you're listening so SHUT UP or I WILL GO is a game of life and death Decisions I can wait to make MILLIONS until I know what the fuck I'm making You a little nervous? You a little Irish? You a little distracted? FUCK! ME TOO! You a little confused? I'm not! J-J-J-Join my cult We don't keep any secrets and know people are capable of lying on the television! I slept there once! *point to the corner* *drink beer* Comedy is all about timing This should take up to three minutes Please don't laugh at me Laugh at the scary stuff Like impending doom and mistakes that affect lives like Fukushima, the Military Industrial Complex Roundup, Chemtrails and Cry if you find this funny... funny... I didn't think it would bounce like that My yo-yo broke... I have to move it up and down manually now My slinky is getting old so I have to walk it down the stairs My hula hoop still works get it? It's for the the kids!” It's kind of a sexual innuendo? It's the tits... It's so good you'll have to drink water It will help with the hangover or whatever you kids call it these days 80% of drug slang terms are made up on the spot - in church hoping god doesn't understand because we got a really good deal on the shpadoinklerx and we're gonna woohoo till the sunrise wobbles I BELIEVE! In the yeti - CSETI Satan Claus - Jesus - cheerleaders - zombies bats - old people, Yoda and CHALK The truth is OUT THERE man FAR out there...
Deep embedded gonzo toss up coin flip tap out heads up enough times whiplash gets you buzzed what's up with the fakeness in the gut splint fuck this nut biz for the squirrels I like methodical girls with pearls hidden in the rhythm on a half shell turtle power flower we sell for pelvic poker tells and love spells fork in the road bucket in the well well well where ya been ashita kim finger linguistic master minimalist mystic emotionally stealth hundred tabs of X and you still couldn't be felt where you at Kerouac staring back at some fat Beats back seats secrets leaked on the night train light chain - eye strain my grain of sand kissed mantis francisco disco landing strip nude dissed dance fist lisp brisk baby baby kissing pissing moaning roaming panoramic amethyst Isotope rope-burn local news nature views listening peruse pursue pause play excuses systemic pandemic non dimension fenced in mind state paper trail labor pail face blonde neighbor bail bond James Bond James Brown I feel Good! Ninanina Simone simone I feel Good!!! music blares who cares pink bears blank stares no fair s-s-selected well aware redirected p-p-p pen perfected Scribble intersections deflected to Oprahs best seller television non genre Super Juxta position non-existent demagogue kabbalah box toddler bottle talks wobble walks and ecological banality talent-seekers meet me at the docks so I can push you off
(keep the homefires burning)
So to Speak come to think on that note - by the way - in other news We can hem and haw at awe and wanderlust the stem and jaw and spawn of the omnibus cross strained - between - villainous and vain with intention to forget to remember the pain we need to leave to see the homestead to breathe is nothing without (once) holding your breath hem and haw at awe and wanderlust hit the road quick are you on or off the bus never to determine if this is anchor or cannonball is this the first gate to open or the last wall to fall buck up young crumbled ego truly broken hearts don't beat if you keep thinking you are half a man you might as well just be Keep the homefires burning so in warmth we can sleep Compare the cold to the spaces outside of your dream Remember the embers as slowly they fade know only the world as whats cast in the shade But outside of night... in the day... Wisdom is wasted on the old and youth is wasted
Love Shovel News
(a found poem at love shovel) Padang dangg adapt padding paddeding padded – dappeder dapper damn Padang gap pagan damn plasticated cat puke coup de ville to the goblin cafe flailing gavel vacuum Yup Fought rocky Anderson donkey angel stepped in occupy camp pack mule shut the camp down damp gown camp down wind of the typing phonetics - Hooked on You wanna be president? I want you goo! 'schoolboard' Dark places between my baseball apparatus Sucks to be the boss.. Don't it? Jive Kundalini deal 80 years a girl Ho-ho-ho yogini Fuck greenpeace Can I get a piece? Wow, that could really set some shit off like an alarm clock 'Ding ding ding!' Girl time! Not like Baggins though We knew it would get narfed Story of my life: Random guitar riff. Maybe we should set up a store So when I'm throwing in extra images I'm sly man that's exactly what they want System of concrete suggestions Tell them to eat a dick It's a basic human right! And you can still get fucked 10 to 24 incarcerated That joke killed babies in china I hope you're happy.. It's something I can care about I'm immortalizing you Turn her classic heart on I'm gonna give em blayjays It's almost blasphemous Priming yourself for the spaceship That's the shit we gotta talk about Edgar Cayce story of Jesus in a Coup Deville rockin holographic pop hits to the populace intravenous in transit... One zen lunatic versus A million Vajrayana buttlickers Mosquito on your left shoulder Catalyst of a glam kingdom New Orleans like Iggy and David They had the munchies Frying chicken on 420 It melted in your mouth. You couldn't tell it was chicken They were doing their part. This guy was a doctor Not doing tai chi in hyperspace What is officially your intention is bigger than hip hop So essentially you are not going back to Cali this year. This one time I chewed up a fossil And spit out a dinosaur. I don't have any evidence. Please forgive me. I will have better stories. Help me make them up..
File under fun fluid And a dog named lucid Fly flat through true Love arrows by Cupid Keep you falling - but Humans you make me stupid Lose sight of the high tide Seein the ocean from a low rise You. It's true remind me of My wilder side. But you shine. When you shine it's brighter Than the stage lights My name on the marquis In big plastic letters Ain't worth the ticket price If we're not there together Inspiration is key It's exchange of energy That's why I write this It's for you but it's me And when it isn't I get in between The curtain fold to picture gold And you stage left end scene It seems like a problem It seems like a problem It seems just like a problem You can't solve It seems like a problem Just another fucking problem But it ain't another problem It's my job
It was the dust it was the dust that we were dumb enough to trust Sustain the draining hourglass with time we all will rust. Topple over under windy weather lest we're bolted down by the lightning all igniting when we hear the thunder sound the static atmosphere is shrinking less and less of us are thinking linking lore to present day we say these gray skies are deceiving weaving strings into a theory we were weary of the dust it was the dust it was the dust that we were dumb enough to trust
These are my conditions Don't ask me about my conditions Don't ask me about my mental condition It starts here. You can bet all the matching silverware in your starspangled filibuster jumpsuit. There is no giant ivory crayon with genuine princess shit in its sunlit perch. There is a very legible collection of broken bottle caps with the Queen of Colorados name on it and only you will be able to find it after this very imported message from our PR guy who doubles as waitstaff who doubles as a magic demon we huck makeshift speers at hoping to get its attention. "Hey guys, there's a slinky hanging from the skywires... What. Does. That. Even. Mean?" I was diagnosed with awesome and they gave me six months to live if I'm lucky 25 to life if I try hard enough to cut glass but these nipples are like diamonds in that they came from a heart made of carbon. I chewed up a fossil and spit out a dinosaur it tasted like id been fucking mermaids since the stone age. No complacency here folks Nessie wants to stay under the radar. My middle name is Sebastian and I am not a Butler but I will wait on you. Waiting. Okay. now catch up... its game time and I don't play but I'm told I'm on a team and I've been told there is no I in team and yes I can spell and hope my team mates have eyes. If a necktie is a noose, this apron's a straight jacket and my old desk was a guillotine. I'd rather be crazy than right anyday so I wrote 'any day' and it was the worst novel next year. So when you want to turn the knife around at work and think you are depressed remember. Every thing is killing you but you could always do a better job at it. Endurance sure is a kind of strength. So lets go! Let's go! And you know what? It would do you some good to walk off the cackle. Wash away the smirk of simplicity and indifference. Wipe away the spittle of solitude and face the day with that unopened can of whoopass you've been saving for the proper attire. Pajamas. Okay. Trade in your subscriptions for daily one liners and give that shit a good shake. Start up with one bad decision end up in another. This massive waste of a good experiment will eventually hypothesize. Not without first eliminating the narrative which by the way: plot twist! You'll never be as cool as tesla. This is the end of syndicated journalism! It has my other other name on the first op-ed. With the candid headline illiciting six word flash fiction: I don't trust calculators. Someone has it all figured out. Support the planet torch a politician. I wish my car ran on blood. We could skip the middle man. Cunnilingus. It's not for breakfast anymore. If a tree falls in the woods. And it's not retweeted in 15 seconds Does deforestation even happen? When loitering is outlawed only... Lets try that again.. When loitering is outlawed only.. When loitering is outlawed.. You are getting ticketed for living. Fined for living. Taxed for working for trying to fucking loiter... And they didn't want me there. So I guess I'm looking for somewhere that does.. But I guess I gotta go find somewhere I want to be. And guess I gotta put up a sign that says 'LOITER HERE'
My Position on the 60s
I don't remember the 60s. You know, "If you remember the 60s you weren't there."? I guess I was there, I'm well aware of stereotypes and storys put in front of me to mask a much more horrible allegory where after the alleged “summer of love” lovers had to keep fighting and too many have been lost to that toll I remember the 90s I was there I remember Peace- Love-Unity and Respect PLUR Ravers still won't get this. PLUR's not dead, it's just quiet... Dealing with PTSD Dealing with death, rape, beating bullying and discrimination DTF went from "Down To Fuck" to "Drug Task Force" a little too quick.. Raves turned into Wakes and plans turned into demands... I...thought we had a deal... You'd rock the beats on the weekends and I'd rhyme until the story sweetened but we'd stay savvy, right around the time I would have put LOVE in my coffee I don't remember the 60s You know, "if you remember the 60s you weren't there." I was "there" in the 60s as in to say a young man hoping for the best and doing everything he can avoiding politics .. and if it ain't broke don't fix it I don't remember the 60s. I don't remember, wasn't there but something is broken that (today) we can repair
I'm a reminda dot dot dot Scot free decoy got got Caught with a little well to do Not knot talk cold call Back stock bar stool Spock In a god costume complex Mad respect dissected Damn I love that word Stir it up stirrup erupt Toughen up to be fragile Chill thaw chill thaw Building blocks of a Socially acceptable incarceration Called the white house The big house the pig pen The letters from dead wives Cursed to be scattered reverse A door among broken windows A blank sign on the hearse Incomplete marquees he is the hood ornament Of the first mustang of The apocalypse. It was greed.. Evil wears a suit and knows not its power. Friendship held a knife to my throat and said "Guess what I could do right now?" Good thing I didn't push Good things come to those who Wait wait don't tell me... Don't do bad things Bullshit in a bottle bad people get all the cool stuff and hot babes. Bad people get away with it and justice is always picking their side. The system is the plastic asshole good guy again. Probably evil. I'm a good person And a bad drunk And financial black hole I am empathetic And I am feeling you up.
He died as he'd lived of natural causes thought this gift of different consciousness was new and unrelated paraded around every state of mind and by the time he died he could confide in finding everything alike blinded by unseen mystery as an instinctive distinction between right and wrong is only a way to keep things interesting existing was as simple as the light spectrum without white or black knick knack or paddy whacking the dog gets you no bone so call it home if you don't know where you're going slowing down is only for a close whiff of a spliff so you can sit back, relax and happily hit the sack which is back to back with your own nice guys finish last story ignore me or put up a fight good night lights out its time to shut this party down the sound is crap I'm missing my beauty nap you think your thuggin in that tilted DC cap? you corporate whore we're all a little self absorbed Maybe I should just ignore myself but I just put up a fight Christ! must have been a great guy which is why his fans are so captivated by what they say he said but he's dead and I don't expect to see him in concert again God sends my friends a new hen so they can count their chickens before they hatch in one basket conveyor belt or casket you'll never out last it's just a way to keep the flow I admit I don't know anything just like the river rumbling upside down to drown angelic sorrows too many tomorrows to count the weekends so the divine sends everyday
Never Say Forever
This moment won't last Sci fi is the future We all Fantasize the past Slap me if I'm just wrong Pinch me if I'm still asleep The pictures fade with dopamine feelings all you get to keep All your memories and plans mistakes and broken promises Stop hurting when you realize It's your job to stay positive The focus may shift but It's perspective we could all use You might call it medicine Others call it drug abuse Slipping on banana peels Catch yourself and dance it out They try to make a fool of you success is best when full of doubt. It's not over and you know it never will be But never say forever You won't make it to infinity The race is part of life And life is part of dying When you get to the finish line you never get to stop trying Try anything once A second time if you like it Try the same thing everyday You're either boring or addicted Never say forever Everything falls apart If it didn't have a limit How could anything start Always maintain Fix the leaks and remove stains If it's broken learn to fix it Don't just throw the shit away Don't just think that if it doesn't last It's in the past It's right now In the present Haunting you Until it happens again
New Age Televangelists
I'm immortalized My space cage emblazoned With an epitaph for god chains embraced change But I could never front the cost Dollar signs in my dilated eyes L25 in the bottle of wash I shot the sherriff, the deputy And the crooked rookie cop Now this is my sovereign city Ain't no one tellin me to stop When the lights flash now It's cuz we're waiting for the drop synaesthesia to please ya Smell this beat real quick The flavor of bass Is makin everyone sick It's almost all over So post apocalypse We'll be collecting street debris To build new pyramids Model of the modern meager minded meta rhetoric Wait a day to say the way the Phrases got a better fit I hope you like my poetry but openly discredit it while you call yourself a shaman We're the new age televangelists
Please be cautious and do not let this carefully balanced book drop it is unstable and has a tendency of falling over at even the least critical movement of its audience The periodic processes which bring this book to open are the same indeed that keep its audience hoping that it might bring something new besides the gum under its shoe it sticks because nobody wants to chew what's been used up. It wants to be the flavor that everybody craves but the artificial spectrum comes in waves the crest of which has broken and the trough is in a haze and the movement in the middle is where your life stays and drifts away into momentum until it comes to the shore to rest in the sands of time you've been looking for but it all appears alike and if you take a closer look you'll notice nothing is important in comparison to life when night falls and everything stalls for a second just to let it begin again, on rooftops - it stops just to look over the edge none of its efforts are affective when attempting to jump when its balance is respected reflected by the beam on either side memories out loud crowd cowbells swinging cling clang break of the day pang that wakes you up in the morning gets boring but I can do that tomorrow to the sorrow of the other side its out weighed by the prophecy of the past when harassed by a messiah who promises a better future but this is history this is it for me this is my last chance cafe and as they say the good chickens lay eggs the others are prey to something serious I might as well call god but in actual fact its just a name for everything I'm not in one spot caught in the pocket watch the the pocket doesn't possess depressed by its infidelities of hands and no feet never complete without eyes it can't even see how can it be called a watch if it can't even see? some people - man some people breathe if not for fresh air being so rare as if it didn't grow on trees! why don't you go photosynthesize you'd be surprised at how many tries it might take to unmake carbon dioxide I take pride and hold it near but thats just the atmosphere
One, Two, Left, Right
Bomb the Mall! (is a slogan on a sticker at skate shops) MUTINY! (As the crew crumbles in front of me) THE CAPTAIN (Tips his flask back blindfolded) Is Beaurocracy! (Society throws you to the dogs anyway..) If I see one more fucking Starbucks on this ONE strip of road George Orwell was right about everything (5 minutes later) HOLY SHIT! and I'm on foot! Now I know! Marshall law has been active since Reagan! Corporate powered Fascism! We're all numbered like the few days we have left until the next cardiac arrest presented by McDonalds! Put Rupert Murdoch on American Idol! Put Skinny Puppy on the Muzak play lists Someone! Write the expose on Margaret Thatcher and Nancy Reagan's Cocaine fueled lesbian orgies! Someone give George Bush some LSD and impeach him as he streaks across the white house lawn looking for Lewinsky! Beat war stories out of wounded Iraqi Veterans because the media lies and beat them again if the story is depressing! We all need to boost morale so... Put Rupert Murdoch on American Idol! You know the talentless fuck wouldn't win if it wasn't rigged which would symbolize a United States idea of idolization is as simple as the heaviest contribution and we... Recycled the constitution to print more CASH MONEY Dolla dolla bills y'all sacrificing freedom for a meal pull back the currency peel deal with it and feel sorry for the third world you made just to steal from every single day too far to say your sorry but are we? Some day we'll apologize by buying it increasing the profit margin make a phone call to tell your people to put Rupert Murdoch on American Idol And if he wins and he gives the money to six year old pyen yeng-xu and his forty co-workers in Peking then maybe just MAYBE Hell can cool down a little when he shows up at the gates
Nothing reverses like the backwards answers Sanity bites taciturn half burned books of Aztec prophecy stalking me lock stock and mocking me a flock of seagulls stopping me from increasing cabin pressure mid flight on the ground writing sound and light down incomplete sentiences around objects in orbit deep space defenseless left the rest unsorted why do I have to collect these rocks and debris? Connecting dots to make my point at the tip top of a tree pining for your bed I'm well known in my own head the rent is expensive I bought a backpack instead I empty notebooks consistently of half happy haphazard poetry Don't tell me I'm alone Thinking out loud in third person on the telephone Last night I swear if I even slept I had a flashback of my own death my bad track record of cigarette fresh breath left the clean air wasted can't taste the moment yet just looking for some lucidity but my fluidity left frozen I plan to keep on breathing I plan to keep on breathing I plan to keep on breathing there's a reason for these lungs I plan to stop breathing I plan to stop breathing I plan to stop breathing but keep choking till I'm done
Para gnome asia mean swordplay Four day aurora tornado day glo beethoven hand woven votership record your bitter boredom modem cache shave via vajra jitter jaw raw chalk dust rock tumbler nest geode do deca debt collection of a leftover sober beacon of a double a Jesus freak Elvis impersonator debates your definition of a night life found the right wife and skipped the wedding wake up and fix the bedding to avoid upsetting down comforter minotaur pit savasanah in the back of my car par for the far gone dawn of thy death bed baby boomerang sonic fadhesive in utero go home alone no supper high low on upper downers missing the fun kissing the sun goodbye for the sake of fried Mondays of the week I pass why? Because I got legs and speak common non sense to my headtrip beat a blind man at finding Waldo I need no hesitation like I need a donation underground network the word time grows with time to become a scarier concept So.. Lie until you're honest Bitch until you're a goddess Which gets a little easier Every time God fucks up one big happy hypocrite drowning in doubts swimming in excuses bigger than a bonfire wired for ignition on a mission to inspire the tired head flames to kick names and take acid awful us America! America! ain't paying me to care enough fare is fair so cough it up or get off the fucking bus We gotta move - we gotta groove And we can roll with the punches Once we learn to pay dues.
Shoulder devil shoulder angel shaking at the spine, A morality and revelry Breaking at the bind Is it turmoil or bliss That I'm left to unwind When one leaves eyes open And the other leaves us blind Am I to lose myself in mystery, Or follow in strong stride? Where one prevents my misery And the other foolish pride Am I to shackle insignificance Or just enjoy the ride Disappearing in the midst of it Or keep it by my side Is it greater than myself Or the part I rarely dwell While forgetting all the circumstances leading me to hell A higher purpose on the surface or pennies in the wishing well I can't solve them All your problems when we always kiss and tell So we must pack up our belongings There is no place for us to be, only together in the cosmos, independently and free. Though you'd gathered much, and I the same - no path is to be seen but the progress in the offering, Of dreams within a dream. We call it fiction and superstition We call it restless and mundane. How fucking conventional, Wishing life would stay the same. Rivers dry up where once a reservoir would form, not a living soul among us dies With the purpose they were born
So close you could touch it but don't because you don't trust all these new styles, but they've been around for a while You might think it odd That all I want is for you to smile and nod It's really not so strange when you've been scowled at all day
Placement is predominantly Patience and satisfaction in the moment moves to prove past its repetitiveness to movement is proving placement as it has been isn't going anywhere and barely standing but unwilling to sit down it isn't fair to be a bleeding heart without an artery to pump any air to I'm a tire and my inner tube is rolling off and I've still got the brakes and frame I shoot first then take aim like in a video game I've got extra lives anyway that's why I stay at home in the basement because I don't mind if this wasted It's that satisfaction in placement that makes me SALIVATE when the bell rings SING in the shower and power through things that don't bring me needed inspiration to change while patience pays its way through the door and bribes the bouncer not to kick him out this time and in the morning when he rewinds lost again he finds that placement is predominantly patience in the moment
These are the words that ships sank with their ripples Crippling cocktails of May I March April back to incomplete sentences I'll stop using last year I steer the words in one direction as the wind beckons the other as Mother nature foots the bill on breakfast I double check against the price spice of life like pepper grinder learning to put the pacifier down The same soundtrack For the rest of your life The same song For the rest of your life The same tone For the rest of your life The same story all week The same sentence all week The same word All week A new idea for the year A new idea for the month A new idea for the week A new idea for the day It's new idea day! And every idea has to last a decade And we can't change it. The same soundtrack dictating Perspective - perspective affecting The soundtrack Slight changes in movement Changes in attitude Swing from losses to improvement Proving that human Error impairs nothing - confusion You knew but lose it For the sake of all of it when You least expect it Show me a higher standard I can live up to without growing the hell up, stop walking on your hands when you could use a crutch
"Don't Speak English It Wasn't Meant For You." You see - your voice ping pings about babble on a highly elevated ladle Little Dipper day tripper binge lipids liquid quick witted well lit and pipe fitted Drip drop hip hop on and off A hot hype rhythm and blues riff Clickin that clack hit fixin to stack it up And cash in slash in half the classics You were stashin and lip smackin Pack it up pack it in pack it out Pick of the litter zip of the zipper Zap back the static ask quick In a panic is it perfect is it tragic This is organic black magic Can I get another try To bother every person left Before they breathe another breath Before they see the sun set Before they realize regret Get to questioning the shiny things see the worst in the best Or the reward as a test Get to wonder why you ever Should have flown from the nest Yes they're all out to get you And if you don't know why You better look a little deeper At your self from out side You got everything they want But don't give it all up You got the time to get it ready And someday you'll erupt Use some caution of course But don't just hide behind walls You can build and guard them But eventually they fall When you open your heart don't let the poison around When you see it learn to teach it Just to seep into the ground
I am a rear view mirror Objects seem closer than they appear For here or to go don't disappear on the road even though its not as close don't let it know Don't boast or gloat or promote this load of bull is only a cold gulp of coffee that brought me to not be bothered by the hot days but to praise the sunshine and don't much mind the overcast either see the wind pushes you harder than your boss does and the loss for words has you thinking that your not thinking at all Call the cops! Put out an APB for something that might stimulate me! I am a rear view mirror and objects may seem closer than they appear We're who we are part perspective mostly ego no one's looking at me even though they see through into parking places peoples faces high speed chases and their own back yard be on guard and start a large defensive military to bury your own terrorist coup you let start the previous year and I am a rear view mirror Objects may appear nearer as you casually crush the right side of your beemer keep dreaming but don't sleep through another day in case it's a good one and regret waking up if the bed is empty and you're not there....
Resonate with senses cuz I've only got five the future lacks technology to keep me alive my vocal cryogenics keep me frozen in time censorships got a grip and free speech is a crime can we please legalize because i'm losing my mind the deadly grind keeps me caffeinated well into the night and this just might be the last thing I write if I missed my ride I'd kiss it good bye I got a bike and a plan a list of demands and a mic in my hand so resonate with senses cause you've only got 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
ReTox Knee socks I'll talk until my jaw falls off and my neck locks and my heart stops so.. whatever keeps me vocal footnotes focal points locomotive joints bent silent sonic servo symbiotic no comment on love sonnet tonic multiversity phonics reconnaissance since forgotten ipod dock in cranium pop and lock pentium procession left in the happy box I am not a pacifist unless passed is past and it don't last we don't have infinity but I got all day this is what time it is what have you got to say? Say it out loud! Don't be part of the crowd you got a reason to be proud quit talking yourself down! This isn't my first time around the twisted conveyer belt delphonic hot sonic sock it to me if you got it I brought it and I'll never take it back but might bring it again if you can't hack it
Do you know what's in your water Are you really breathing air? Rigged studies Bought science Pseudo chemistry Noncompliance If they were really out to kill you We'd all be dead by now Keep injecting deadly toxins Just to milk the cash cow Authenticity is null Organically born to panic Were all buyin the bull Rigged studies bunk science I'm getting sick of the silence Each one teach em all As an act of defiance They don't care about the guinea pigs Just rich clients Environmental protection More like chemical castration Just another agency name Politicians take a bribe from Fuck if I seem paranoid Or concerned for my health But I'm not a dog for Pavlov Quit ringin the damn bell Between a chemtrail sunrise Drinkin' bromine and fluoride Tepco to pacific coastlines Fukushima's just fine There's a chemical leak For every sentence I speak It may be carcinogenic But they prefer to not see Another Crisis averted Another reputation saved Luckily that third world country Brought our secrets to its grave Dumb enough to believe a label Welcome to the blind majority We need to eat and take vaccines Keep your eyes glued to the tv Cable news will tell the truth 9 in ten experts agree If you need to take a pill to fit in Then guaranteed to feel free I've ingested trace amounts For so long they've multiplied Had hereditary changes now I'm genetically modified My body is Monsanto And Dow chemical's on my skin But I can't tell what's the problem Or the outside from within Am I dying? They won't tell me Just that the medication hurts And every second opinion Is a doctor out of network Just another dumb test To prove to ignorant officials We don't need proof Just an agents scribbled initials And the product passes it lasts and gets amnesty Damn if we don't get a few lawsuits And gain clemency We are the biggest names In major distribution Pushin drugs that don't do shit For you but tons for pollution We believed the hype and Still pay for it dearly Every day we pray to see It just a little less clearly Rigged studies bought science But the truth is still out there Buried under propaganda Disguised as a nightmare Rigged studies bunk science I'm getting sick of the silence Each one teach em all As an act of defiance
Resonance makes so much more sense this way taking rope and spinning it then pulling it taut taught me vibration exists in spin this is a physics lesson not auto didactic this universe is my university And I am graded by the slope of life running uphill upstream up dreams I found a hundred dollar bill so I'll spend it the next time I sleep I'm having trouble sitting still again like back when sadistic doctor and misinformed parents tried to fix me I ate my words and swallowed young pride proving humility can be detrimental to your health and/or put a notch in your belt any drug can kill you or keep you alive and sometimes save you This poetry is my placebo and Possibly my favorite Some drugs man... Some come from Doctors - Dealers Parents - Bartenders, Ravers - Hardware stores, Head Shops - Bodegas, Strangers - Lovers... No.. LOVE is the drug. Just like the others, by the way, it's all in your head.. Not the experience... But the feeling... Feeling dead is not a feeling. Especially if you aren't dead. In which case you're stealing life from your self. So stop caring if Hell hurts Or if Heaven is pleasant, when "highs" and "lows" Are all left to perspective. Feeling like shit in paradise, or ecstasy in the undertow. Almost drowning... But so happy you got there.. It's a decision you didn't make but made you, and are forced to live it Since from your first breath, to what's left, you've been allowed to pivot you may not have known It's your choice alone Let the landscape be vivid but remember my friend The sky's not the limit.
Sensitizing, Rediscovering my ear drum.. rain soaked the physical feeling of awkward elaborate too many words to narrow down circumference because you can't pronounce the moment in it's own language genius isn't a state of mind It's the experience you can't find in the program guide porcelain mannequins line the streets when time no longer gives a shit about its own direction because i met you next week and last year you'll be king of your own island with a private raincloud you never have to dance for.. you only wear the pants when the rest of us are skyclad There are constellations we haven't dreamed up yet sciences undiscovered questions best left unanswered good luck finishing that book! Sensitizing... Call yourself whelmed. Feelings you can handle. You've seen much worse. An epic struggle between Lamp post and night Takes place at twilight. The local lunatic By a long shot not the only one Lost his mind in a phonebooth 20 years ago, so he checks every coin return in the city ignoring change. A warning label serves as an excuse. When a drone is your only witness. The best food you have ever tasted will never be recreated but it eventually may be topped. Next time you eat a pizza crust... Convince yourself it's the best part In honor of those who will never taste cheese. No music will ever be as good as that tune you hum to yourself when you are happy! Besides if you've ever felt that emotion You probably forgot the words to the song that kept you sad.
Sometime in September The wind is biting Somewhere there is a place for me Confidence is shrouded in wonderment and charisma is left silent by default Looks just don't get me too far Boxes of matches and more confusing stories by Hans Christen Anderson stink up memories diseased fantasies between palm trees these traffic lights seem like a sign of life when really no one sticks around this time of night Sometime in September when the floras getting ripe I did believe the hype but didn't buy it Wise guys tried flying in but didn't like the decent bent a penny on the tracks flattened and stretched out how to save up before its in the gutter liquified the bank account so he could drip it in his coffee not me this is the cleaned up logic breaking for shaking off uncertainties that it wasn't this pristine when we left it dead buried next to the sidewalk Sometime in September Somewhere in the mid-autumn mist consisting of pacific precipitation there is a relationship patiently waiting for me steadily I don't seek but I believe because this was Trees before sticks Mud before Bricks If it ain't broke don't fix it but if it is I'll be a mechanic like the guide says "Don't Panic" Just Plan it Planet Plan it Planet Slightly slanted Granted not another lifeform than what's initially planted So setting their own standards they light their own lanterns laddering patterns regroup and scatter the faster they grow huddle close when it snows ignore what was taught but don't teach what to know develop the past and expect it to last and if it doesn't harass it take a picture and contrast Navigate safely through the shape shifting visibility syndrome of eyes on paper this was September that was October and I'm planning in my calendar writing it down so I remember what I never did or did not and will never this was August that had to have been June I've never seen a balloon pop that didn't pop too soon this is the question I read it on the moon The sun saw it too and asked me to tell you
Rainbow bow tie - tied up upper cut cut and paste pasty face face your fears fear of commitment meant it the other way way too late late night night light light of day day break break the mold moldy medicine medicine man man of his word word against his history story teller teller at the bank Banksy at Gaza gauze wrapped strip nude nudist colony colonial atlantis atlantic ship wreck record remix mix in infinite stiff stiff upper lip lip locked locked in in America American cheese cheese spread spread eagle eagle feather feather mask masquerade ball ball of string string theory theoretical equation equator shaking shake your ass assume self evident evidence of dinosaurs dinosaurs soar soaring birds birds and bees bees endangered endangered species species zero zero tolerance tolerance shrinking shrinking minds mind the gap gap owns hot topic topical anesthetic anesthetization anonymous anonymous wrote books books change lives live for the moment momentary life span spandex and candles candle lit vigils vigilante loud mouth mouth to mouth mouth trap trap door door to door dorian grey greyer shade of pink pinkerton spy spiral galaxy galactic observer observe consumption consume too much much at steak steak knife knife hit hit or miss miss your face face your fears fear of commitment meant it the other way
Share a Bit
Rise and shine rosy fingered Post apocalyptic dawn Black pawn and white pawn both got the servant class wrong Wake up slug the mud down off to fun town Ain't no time to run now Put on the ball and chain frown Hook line and sinker Why you such a thinker Don't you know the fishes Pulled the whole boat down? Get a job work is work dig? No training for the first gig Trial by fire then as soon as you relax Into the crucible to be bouillon You're the new brass tax I got a shaky middle finger But I don't resonate with hate I'm just throwing out a gesture to which I know most people relate Don't blame me don't judge You know I bare no grudge How the fuck did we get this far When the oxen won't budge Feels like I've been pushing the cart Since the beginning of the start Like a generation of dodos That made the dinosaurs look smart The way things are sounds Like industrialized embargo Hardcore for ghost towns Or pound for pound cargo A dozen thousand checkpoints From sea to shining sea Encaged for your protection Home of the slave Land of the would be Give me an inch and I'll be in debt about a foot bare Walk a mile in my shoes To prove I need a new pair Fair is fair so cough it up Or get off the fucking bus Can't tell if you're with the enemy Or if the enemy is with us Let's discuss current events As they take over the world Repeating lies they never meant As the vicious truth unfurls Cry for help or death rattle I can't tell the difference Whether you're alive or not is best left up to distance
Show love when you can't see it And it will find you Show love often And it will find you often How? Let me show you And I'll let you show me I'll need it Because I might Have forgotten again So many people have died I still love them So many have left! Abandoned! Me! I want to cry (and do) I want to leave (and will) Not away, just elsewhere. I will stay until I become The depiction of love I miss in the world. Healthy competition is Being the best you Because everybody can win And there is infinite play. Hating yourself is natural When you aren't you And we are so often not. We are an experiment Of intelligence And evolution got bored So we made it artificial Fighting for what you want Is as primal as throwing rocks Will future robots fight? No! Artificial intelligence Will be intelligent! Not primal Not "ugh ugh" but "Si yo comprende" "Oui ju comprend" "Yes I understand" And in 64 other languages! No tangled wire of synapses And senses - impulses And desires - very likely No lust - no hunger That stuff... Is life.. Being alive Cannot be replicated artificially Being alive is harder Than being intelligent In my humble opinion I don't get girlfriends I have lovers You say you hate Codependency I say sure What's your definition Of dependency My presence for you Depends only on you Being you My love for you depends on Me being able to love And love existing But I don't need you to love me For me to love me.
Something Other Than
Find something in nothing wake up - make love turn nothing into something f-f-f-fake believe rake the leaves read breathe conceive leave no trace see no face only the mind behind sight aurora your twilight with more ordinary rarities where my night is illuminated with nothing but expectations of another sunrise true lies and blind assumption well.. umption was always an ass I guess I bless I confess I started this mess but you kept it and perfected it I detected that you let it go ghetto go recollect telekinetic demagogue job description and skip the pedantic dangling carrot or noose in position to pick you up to kick the bucket lift you off your feet forever I am metaphor ever lost in a desert no water mirages remember war members warm embers never cross hot coals lost soles are pot holes for holistic minimalistic misfits watching the ending collect making pretending perfect taken for granted again so I still stand to correct demanding cause and affect intention invested best to be dense with contradictions but despite your superstitions we are blessed to reflect.
Soul Half Life
I Say I'm going everywhere But haven't moved an inch Been off the beaten path so long But I know getting there's a cinch Living isn't easy Until you start to die Hopefully someone Might help keep you alive You only die so many times As your soul might allow But as long as your souls hearin this I hope you're alive right now
Another starving artist parked and barking up the wrong paychecks. Harvest starts in autumn got em waitin' just to pay rent. They may be hazing fakers for the clubs they may not join, but waving from the limousine does not make a strong point, so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious syllabic magic jack of all trades and psychedelic potions. Make a motion make a move. Do stuff and make things. If you think you're so fly Fuckin' grow a pair.. Of wings. With the cold hard cash melting in your soft hands, calling all sell outs names they don't even understand. If it's an honest buck you're after, good luck you won't find it. In a God they do not trust, so don't waste time trying. Impossible lied, the world got fried. The truth was denied. The politicians are fine. With the original frame, they keep changing the game if you think it looks the same you're going blind. You can sit still and grin, as the rest of the world spins, three sheets to the wind and blew your mind, I hate to bare bad news, but you need to be reminded, If you're lookin' for an honest buck you probably won't find it.
With the stride of these feet With the path I complete The path I can see and The people I meet If I keep think I'm just half a man I might as well just be There are constant adjustments Obstacles and targets Fumble for confidence in all artistic outlets Hope for the human race Is no dream of mine In search of a cute face For whose love I would die But the homeless romantic You see every day On the street hides the panic In hopes of a raise An eyebrow a spirit A fist if it's better Send him a sign a postcard a letter Make a motion make a move do stuff and make things If you think you're so fly fuckin grow a pair of wings Until then get walking You got no time left To waste time talking About time you never kept If you were really out of breath You'd be dead so don't lie Just like a broken heart You seem alive enough to cry So roll up those sleeves kids It takes blood sweat and tears Grass stains, tire skids, and Elbow grease for years You can't see the destination But you can tell it's not here Dream big and be patient With omens elders and peers Take another skip and stride Until you find the next clue I think I just found mine And it looks a lot like you
Faithfully along the yellow brick road we walk no reason to see the wizard so we often stop and talk not great at conversating so we might as well just gawk at the emerald city from afar crumble while we watch Did you know? Sheltered children become ignorant adults What is walking distance? Why are naked people? Where was the 90s? When is space? We will never get to OZ at this rate. Weighed down by all these bricks we've been collecting pretty sure it's gold. Ha! now no one will know the way...
TAO TAO TAO
Unfaded by the shaky fading image of morality hairline fracture along a lengthy balance beam As it cracks a little more with every step I sort of take for no reason defensively I hurry to my destiny You can't buy a back bone with nickels and dimes so I'm just bartering rhymes one vertebra at a time hopefully they'll add up to a legitimate spine and while the climate closes its book I'll be opening mine
The Book of Look Out
Frame - crop - trap Stop and collapse the gravel vomit of a drunken tin can cyclops Misplaced comment Label this the misread inbox No reality left to augment Sonic pocket samadhi honest Homonym on a mean street The sweet sensation of a swift "See? Relax I got this." Safety is lame Painstakingly shaken in A day-spin soliloquy Between Debris and a pit fall I fall apart You fit together We represent 80% chaos And a nonchalant conscience I spent a few Bent a fuse Befriend the muse I thought you knew nobody but do any of us know someone I'm under the thumb of A gumshoe Some do - but few, to little to no one listens There's pistons and an Engine but nothing to roll around in So we're grounded Yes we found it the rhythm of stillness in a pulse Still I will convulse So converse Person to person In a sickening symphony Of displaced space Just in case The neural networks head hurts Google image search The big bang before The bubble bursts And what's worse? Than the shackle chained Legs made of faces Tracing negative space For the frame by frame Crop stopped short Of the border margin Garden dense hence Culling the heard A burden of abundance Spent a pretty penny To bend a Benjamin On the train tracks I been to gin and back Bundle and a stack So slack off Me talk that Professional someday A sell out as some say But bought in You're caught in A trap with no escape Complacent in a way Android Jones couldn't explain Fuck y'all other robots I'm AI and I just came by To change things My name rings in 8 bit Basic shell script It's terminal External kernel Return whole Hello I'm code That means you Can't read me I'm free But ain't cheap Shallow but So steep Stepping off a cliff With a noose Before the no worries I was the hang loose Juice this Spruce up to the pine line Shown a shaman a shit show Sewn up, known enough to know nothing understood over standing dandelion and a paisley frame for dead presidents I'm hesitant ten out of ten times a day delay a hate trip for a love trigger warning I say good mourning because strangers die everyday. I'm afraid of nothing Not quantum undaunted by Delay I say I'm boring Good mourning because One of my hero's died today I blame no one I know where I'm not from Underfunded in a rich town Sound off to the servant class If you can last baby stay please This is a howl at the moon And damn don't they swoon When they think I'm free In this country Fuck legitimacy I need a buck Naked unshaken I'm not taken Except for a fool For break-in tools And making rules I can't abide by Stay in school Is not my idea of advice So think twice Be good not nice I'm sick of thinking Everything has a price My time is worth more Than digits in the wind And paisley frames Forgiving my sins
The Closer You Get
The closer you get to your destination the more you regret the things that you wasted the talent, the time, the control and the patience sacrificing the silence for a voice but no cadence no enunciation of the basis of the pages every word is a key but won't open any cages fading screams forgotten dreams are the props and we're the stages so let the actor spit the written lines the memorized forsaken Taken wake up call rake up all the leaves each tree litters in seasonal dreams of normalcy see my words become tangled in linguistic haves and have knots commissioned twisted visions missing wishful lips to kiss but this is what we risk in solitude until all of you can pick a solid plan we'll never follow through - flaming hoops because the first lemming ended up a burnt crisp saying wait wait guys we evolved for this? But that's just evolution I found a solution we got opposable thumbs and I think it's time we use them got my index finger on the trigger of pollution internal combustion deadly projectiles while miles of sky gets shot at by cars let's all go big brother watching cuz we can't see the stars is it just US? Or is the place getting hotter I got a little money but can't afford Nestle water often my thoughts soften so I'm waiting for the rain the next step in evolution is opposable brains! So stand up! Be heard! But if you can't herd yourself - you're just another sheep who thinks that money is wealth. Well I'm rich mother fucker. Not a dollar in the bank. You're a portion of my fortune. I have everyone to thank.
The Edge (Part 1)
The edge - The edge the edge of what is I almost found the answer after a timid conversation with internal concerns of this human animal in a state incapable of hate I seem to create the perfect atmosphere I am the employment opportunity for a life changing career just sign here as if I never had an answer before this is just a question I could likewise ignore esoteric war the battle began with self now only a select few even stand up for the cause that draws them to and only in a life like this could you live another like no other and brother this is the only chance we've got brought into this world with no significance satisfied with ignorance naive displays of innocence and spent all of your change on changing now your smoking and spanging placing faith in either nothing or anything but never everything Singing songs - no one wants to hear it thinking your not on the edge but near it breaking the law one brick at a time because involuntary ego demolition is a crime and "The Man" is the guy who lacks any sense of style poor guy I came into this world butt naked point demonstrated
The Edge (Part 2)
The edge the edge the edge of what is again when the wrong side challenges the wrong side again and belligerently growls something horribly insulting resulting in some stupid battle that can't be won when fought with the thought of an unloaded gun running from leash to leash without a collar to hold the dogs of war at bay crayon battles distracting the hidden middle school militia could invade a whole town without lifting a single finger paints taint the thought of victory when pondering reality it was only there for our entertainment anyway but at least it's there square in the middle of what is which is easy to get lost in what is is very very big yet encompassed in even the smallest twig has this design in line with the rest of the tree under and into the roots buried in the ground and goes all the way back around until the two twigs touch what is and what do we find? we still seem blind every time we label animal nature as a crime in its prime but not primitive under a budget but unlimited this life at large has no under over charge avoid using credit cards every bodies got a debt I bet this piece of paper is better than any form of plastic what a classic
The Edible Metaphor
The sonic simile Mentally my thoughts soften soapwater sponges Hot brain pan and banana Inuendo static channel First chapter is the pilot Then first class then coach If there's grass on the field Play pause record ghosts Bored with the same sound. My entire life is found art Forget to click start Add to cart Dancing on my paycheck Train wreck Incorrect sir I work for a life But it ain't a living I bling bling like its Been out of style since the 90s rewind please I foresee All the little robots Keep staring at me With all their little multicolored LEDs More screens and Less seeds but more needs So lets grow From origin to shape shift Nameless to faceless In a case by case basis First come first preserved The winner gets the last laugh Laughing at the fact That if a picture's worth a thousand words A moment's worth a million After that there's no need Just provoking trolls Too long - don't read The book of look out. The end is NYE And every year we start again Hoping the cycle completes While the monkeys compete We delete our history So we can easily repeat it And be heard to say There's nothing new to see Under the microscope Get out of the lab And resume research Read the sieverts See the speech work Political gain No need to explain It pains me to say so But tradition IS religions older sibling
The Goldenseal Scrolls
Before I begin which I already have, I must outline the cause: break the mold crack the crucible letting the metal shape its self fork in the road of root structure means an even spread of energy to all limbs tongue tips gyrating hips throbbing lips angled kisses mangled business - this is 90 degrees of separation adjacent to one perfect union on the edge of its tight squeeze of a seat while squeaking at the lab rats like You know what I mean people suck - coffee and cigarettes like pacifiers lighting up fighting desires to cry out what I wish you already knew maybe you do - but I try not to assume we're already asses from the rearview mirror near you won't accept certain reflections not to forget to mention its two way at the end of the day when the lights go down and the city plays possum until you pass out and somehow “come to” some solid conclusions confused for abusive sequels world war three is the american dream! Time for a show of hands of who's actually asleep! Wake up! Open your eyes! Arise! and wave your propaganda to fan the flames of burning bridges and blame pandoras merchandisers! Now we all have our own box that talks us into peeking you think god really wanted Adam and Eve to stay in Eden? Cross breed the tree of knowledge until it's artificially sweetened some christian blamed the serpent now its an endangered species! chaos theories lead me to point the finger back the odds are stacked the stacks are oddly labeled with in god we trust(ed dust to crop-dusted) Part ONE Ignore the one percent behind the curtain if you're even counting score I'm certain the jury was engineered but dearly beloved we are gathered here today to say the end is near but never fear new beginnings count your winnings but not your chickens before they hatch in one basket conveyer belt or casket testing the weight to out last it's not to depart or break heart restart where you left off in a gordian knot modern shamanism tied to living light and city zen microscopic rock liquid solid air a tea pour my kettle full of steam power my car is full of ashes from flashes of dark magical verbose smoke and broken mirrors leaving people scarred I'm a vernacular czar and the grammar nazis are after me I'm an insurgent evolutionary even atheists can hardly see darwin had it half right and I'm stoked to be a monkey but the rest is subject to my oath of hypocrisy and I follow a strict don't ask don't tell policy. My eye lid's on the tip of the pen and I lose vision a bit more as I scrape it across the page as you read our eyes will meet and you'll see the rage the animal in the cage tried to save the lorax in hopes of rehabilitation he WAS crazy now he's a dixie cup mascot pausing between ad shots to tune out the screaming voices in his head and pop his meds The trees are dead listen to the doctor and director instead. Part Too Double sided candle ridicule problematic hose clamp handle Double edged sword two faced clock two ways to stand for the two things you get to stand for MY COUNTRY tis of thee your country's dissin' me for being a psycho freak who just wants a weed legal or decriminalized I swear johnny this is some other guys... just ask him if you want to get high oh its alright confiscate away as far as I'm concerned we live in a police state anarchy you can take my weed as long as you've got a gun and in that uniform you rep a gang that sells the most drugs takes out the worst thugs pimps and rapists I think you're all sadists but hate is the best demographic to rap this flatulence to accidents do not constitute as excuses for future why am I alive types in space flights seem so serene but I'm orbiting dreams redefining what they mean for myself and alphabetizing banned bookshelves that'll melt when we get to hell so I've been tearing out all the pages to paper maĉhe some angel wings I heard the bell ring and the choir sing to a slow drum roll an absent procession armageddon on a heart string confession for missing a mixed blessing letting it pass you by ask you why this isn't as easy as it was before the shit storm still born discord the first time and I could never do it again these street shamanic city zen episodes of powerless to the name of jesus saves but the people just depress you I could try to act my age and you'd still disapprove trying to impress you is making me destitute absolute power corrupts the institutions conclusions about right and wrong laws have caused confusions so... "(so what?)'s" the new justice I still try to impress myself just tell me what the fuss is I can't wait to go to hell but shhh don't tell. Part 3 Have sex with your neighbors! then piss on their steps! Eat the dogs! Cats! Fish! Fuck! Eat the parrot unless you can teach it to say pick up lines! THIS builds community! Perform random acts of architectural maintenance at 4am every week night until they tell you to stop and when they do! Steal your neighbors car and drive INTO a liquor store directly through the wall of the nearest liquor store park in the isle of your drink of choice, start chugging and hope to die before they catch you. Alright from there it's your story or don't have sex with your neighbors and maybe none of this will ever have to happen to you there may be other ways to stimulate community Part Four A long strip of paper found on the freeway finding the freeway the free way finding me its a long strip get a grip of the shit we're letting slip in society losing need for sobriety they say the enemy waits within that's why we need the privacy Part V Not enough drugs and too much news coverage someone thinks this is really important subsidized talent lost its charm so the underground is getting so loud its drowning out the violent alarms from beneath the soil to start something - yes something - is growing restrained from sprouting by too much concrete Too many buildings and not enough money to put in them why would you fill a building with people? I can't buy my new ferrari with people! not like the old days now it's robot slaves...... welcome to the future suit your cyborg heart and servo driven limbs akimbo living nimbus circuits in us lost in linguistics ignorance is bliss I'd rather be ignored by artificial intelligence than be to your liking preference but why night has its illumination is wasted on the blissfully patient waiting for a light to show the way but when the sun's gone they pray that it will rise again the next day and try to spend hours and minutes like currency earned but not honestly a fossil dependency in need of new insanities to reason with the planet demanded extinction rates expanded it's so sad and complicated so we just sit and contemplate it Where the fuck is my meal! Damn - I already ate it! Part Six This is off beat off topic on the edge of your seat but stop it calm down or we'll never get anything done ignore suspense your getting bent waiting for something to happen when this is entrapment caught in the act of Free yourself from self oppression only answers can be questioned we really just wanted confessions from police priests and professors I'm sure this will teach you a lesson just guessing you're obsessed with possessions Materially spiritually mixed with red state fascist agendas better be okay with nothing it's all you get anyway PAY PLAY PRAY Materially spiritually mixed with capitalist fascist better be okay with nothing it's all you get if you can't PAY PLAY PRAY anxious nights and lonely days ancient rites and worn down phrases labyrinth fights and brave old sages PAY to PLAY PLAY with the PREY and this way everyone gets the best results Full grown adults still act like children who need a bottle and sweets and go into a tantrum when the cookie jar is out of reach and you'll be pounding on that table til you gain the power of speech Each one teach one or two or three or four but don't take on a classroom unless you like to be ignored ADD is an analytical way of saying they're bored I hear the pen is mighty but sometimes I want a sword screw a school I can't afford why crawl through windows when opportunity opened the doors wide open scopin' both sides to decide I'd rather be rich on my terms I define words to better justify my juxtaposition where taxes could finance my verbal ammunition instead of metal shoot to wound but if there's crossfire fatalities don't worry they'll go cliche into better vernacular realities. Part Seven Heavenly Sins
Never had to be my own age to direct the unsuspecting under honest superstition that they really might be blind to sights they cant see facts they cant believe breeds of people building buildings that will never touch the sky with eyes wide shut this is the real rut we're stuck in just a three dimensional square
The Worst Part
And this is the worst part Trying to write something last minute that I don't want to be about you No listless description of how we fit together. No first person rant about needs, wants, assets and talents. We've heard that formula enough Beat it into the ground. This wasn't supposed to be about people.. much less you and I. But I've been writing the same thing in different orders since I learned the differences between Miss and Ma'am Running away and Catch me if you can And I still don't get this. If it is a game of games and we can play to play, forgive me if I forget to say check before you check mate I'm out of practice but shoulda guessed it would end this way But what we never really started We can't expect to change Waiting for the perfect day You end up old and insane The road less traveled Takes the least work to maintain And if we wanted heavy traffic We'd have had the fucker paved If you can't manage the traction Can't seem to concentrate Baby you never lost track of me I just don't have time to waste I know you know where I am Just won't put up the chase And this is the worst part Trying to write something About the weather Not me Not you. Something about the war Not me Something about the way you say Not me Something about not you not for me Something about something I need Something about the one thing in life that's free The fruits of a beautiful family tree And this is the worst part Because really For once I'm writing about myself This is the first diary entry of the rest of my life This is a crush. Not a fling - Not a lover, boss, bitch, pimp, slave, partner, girlfriend, boyfriend, husband or wife. Chock it up to nostalgia but After what's been seen I know what I need Innocent as it might seem But not everything is love conceptually
This House is held up by mainly love And a few support beams Keeping hate out is a full time job And you can't keep worry from Crossing the threshold. Knowing there are no expectations For the amount of doubt these kinds of structures can contain. When reality won't recognize you or take you back - these walls? Expand and contract to accommodate whatever it takes The ceiling rises to the occasional suspension of disbelief. Impossible? Is a state of mind seceded from the union and twice removed from your so called land mass. All the way to the other side of acceptable proof of fairies, dragons, aliens and 3am on a cloudy Tuesday. That's where we built THIS house and even when our friends come to visit they notice nothing changed. Years, minutes or post apocalypse. This house is made of mostly love. A few struts. Support beams. Wire. We keep the walls together with diligence. It collapses when we do and all these additions and remodels are particularly visible with self confidence. The love here is made seemingly forcefully but never stolen. The love here is made hard so as to reinforce the fact that it's going to have to protect us from the elements. We are the elements and we will be warm.
To The Romans
R.I.P. Espresso Roma Roma gone she gone done not forgotten for song and spoken No note goes un-noted No token un-toked No disrespect to the lesser evils we will slow down for no one no spuniun no grump No loved one no slump Sped up caffeinated - berated - erased No trace - No place - No space Like a quasar - No shape From a picture Forgotten but imagined A fantasy actualized In your mind - In your eyes - you lie Only to prove a point - to show we The me that you miss The we that you diss-count The things you think you can't Like every love lost Like every mistake made Like every statement you'd Otherwise take back But alas.. Nothing lasts Now you take from the trash What should be the past But instead ask Is this ok? Is it cool? Am I crazy? Am I odd? Am I old? Am I God! You are god! Yes! Roma! Espress! So! Estoy bien! Muy bueno! Fucking functional! Seven habits of Highly habitual people How do you know You are normal? Normal is introspective Introspection is reflection And through this mirror you look wayyy too cool to be normal I need you to be real. This was real we - used to be real. Reality sucks - so we forgot what we thought it was. We burned the shit down We paid the pain out. We got high - forgot low. Stuck in a bubble.. Fuck culture. Fuck community. Fuck got this. In one of my pockets you know me by wires.. Catch me on my live stream.... Or forget you ever knew me... If I could only.. forget you..
Too Many Ways
Too many ways To love. To have and to hold. To dream of. To give. To accept. To share. To gaze. Lovingly. longingly. Desperately. Secretly. Too many meanings. What is love? Have your pick of the hundred plus definitions. Good luck. Understanding ones and an others. Fight for me. Support me. Hold me. Have sex. Make love. Fuck... Me.... Live with me. Play with me. Write with me. Paint with me. Meditate and aum with me. Walk with me. On the beach. In the city. In the ghetto. Fend off the monsters. Eat with me. Fine dining. Home cooked. Drink with me. On my tab at the bar. Or. Whiskey from the jar. Listen to me. Sing. Talk. Play guitar. Play for me. Serenade me. Speak to me. For gods sake. Speak to me. Tell me. How have you loved? How have you been loved? I once read that American women Need ten men for what once one would suffice. The friend. The companion. The handy man. The mate. The sex. The eye candy. The arm candy. The sugar daddy. The purse caddy. The boy. I cannot see myself serving all these And having any for building myself. And what of the other way? I have been blessed with beautiful friends! Would you have me forget them? Eclipsed forever in your beautiful embrace? I believe I love you in more ways than many. I have the impulse to help. To pull you up bring you to strength and let you fly. I must inspire or I will lose my inspiration. Yes. I love one thing more than you. The only thing that will always serve every function I need. And if you are jealous of my art? Then run. Now. Or stay. face that strange fear. And you will become art.
Universalinguistic spectacular from the rhythm of vernacular to the math I'm spittin back at ya raised in an alien nation based on caffeine car exhaust and nicotine Is it just me or the wine? Or the frequency I vibe? Or the loss of words to rhyme? Or is the english language just not enough to survive? We need planetary solutions more drawing less conclusions less pollution - let's see.. What's working? Bombs, police and pesticides What's not working? Bombs, police and pesticides... We have the technology but not enough power It takes a certain leaf and bee to make a pretty flower before you can't go out to dance perfect minutes turn to hours permaculture geekanomics industrialized bardicism door to door indoctrination IDEA JUNKIES - TAP IN these are the milliliters of civilization living out the last drops of fire waterlogged decomodification micro-economics re-structuralization de-institutionalization Universalinguistic rationale so when your reality is set I'll happily bend it back to factual
WAIT! I needed THAT!! That was my life! Why? Damn the school that never taught me! Damn the God I never met! Damn what I denied! Like warnings, logic and friends.. ///Papercut/// ""There comes a time in every idiots life when he must turn to face his inadequacies there is no spell check in speech You get old and kids will treat you like an infant. Wisdom is wasted. Let's get wasted - act like idiots turn around and face it..."" Watch out for Johnny Blah Man he's always on your ass waiting to fuck it... This is bad but you know what's worse? when he does so buddy you better get ready.. Cause I hear he likes your type.. . . .
We’re Gonna Die
We're gonna die and that's the last thing on my mind you'll find the only reason why is yet to come it's shortly done to succumb to war songs unsung and reasons predetermined by doubts of talent went out the window and now we know they don't fly like we can with burning hot wings on cold hard time ... no! We're gonna die We're gonna die and that's the last thing on my mind as soon as I can rewind I'll find the time to embrace the faces the "break glass in case of" wasted days we made into history blissfully abysmal call of nature made a great way to play with vacation style kindness or sleep deprivation mysteries yeah we made history but didn't know thought it was a joke but because no one wrote it down we had to listen to it spoken We're gonna die some other time so for now admire kindness binding what we try to ideas and good timing don't mind the heavy sighs in synchronicity with the rhythmic drum beat echoing harmonically reminded without soil God takes many forms without death we would never have been born
When (again) (and again) Understimulated (we gain) Clutter(Hush) (accumulates) Bravado (Ha.) (primitive) Dominates (some) Storage Capacity (432 Hz) (of) Sunshine (&) (10 dB) (of) Shadows (&) (I can't stand the sound) (of) Guilt Isolation (shun) Restricted (done) Limited (un) (known) Redundancy Stagnant (still) Stale (trust) (ded) Disgust(ded) (again) (then) Hate (un-said) Luminous (proven) Expansion Exposure (you're perfect) Variety (one at a time) (you're perfect) Diversity (good timing) Contrast (too soon) Stagnancy (seen it) Overexposure (you're perfect) Blinding (99.9%) LOVE (sick) Nails (across the axis) Stains (theory and practice) Pipe (hint: it goes down) Vowel (just a noun) Cue dreamscape Fake addiction Shaped by cool but busted By normal Extremes (you're still here) Brave enough to know running From walking away From crawling around Buying yourself New toys is not adulthood Your inner politician will Stare you down Proven to be fact by a Blind priest who says Moments that shape you are Never rehearsed The divine language in the babble of the masses says namaste a thousand times to no one and never says goodbye we are afraid of nothing practice makes
The Problem is worse than you think but easier to solve some people are so poor they can't afford a job I'm on Top when the rich get robbed quicker Thick with evidence of which victim was faking it for the attention and spent the next sentence stuttering for excuses mis-used as usual you know they would have come in handy elsewhere like church but even Jesus wouldn't care.. My Fair lady Dare I say the Light of day scared me awake when I would have slept through noon with you Sometimes the light of the moon can screw with your self perception I'm Sotally Tober Confessions are no use this confused cruise ship morning milk delivery from sin is a rude crude oil awakening when I've been up all night Out of sight out of mind but when the blinding lights hit our eyes we're reminded that it's not the last time and certainly not the first I don't remember ever seeing the sun rise as a curse. Before and after shots of weight gain clinics in L.A. are all the rage because the world's a stage Your mind is a cage or a cave but either way be brave, play along behave because someday... .. I waited the sky once bright had faded and you still hadn't come We had some time to dabble with but not this much wondered if I ever even had a touch to lose Screwed a hole in the wall to stick a dick fixture next to the picture of a virgin mother just to discover what she needed was a lover not a prophet causing war profit causing more problems for the poor Or is that sacrilege? Or privilege... You burn more wood to produce heat you don't need charge fee for a party to celebrate being free Contribute a couple kinds of green house gases pass the joint to me please Just "Let it be, let it be" but try to keep some sanity Welcome to the reality show volunteer co-op stop and shop until you get cut off for neglecting the membership fee
Oh say can you seee can you smell can you feeeeeel these coffee bean believable reality movie score surplus spores dormant in the indie scene denoted to a don't tell and kiss... Whiskey causes more problems for me when my feet don't sink in the goddamn concrete The pressure's on! Wake up and smell the accident cache build up swift kick to the six senses when this is considered an art... **Unplugged** ""I'm going to drink 5 cups of coffee and shred an electric guitar for 4 hours with no amp -- Anti gravity pick up"" Bite your license hard and ticket your self fucker or someone else will first and what's worse? The God damn machinery won't work and we don't have the guts to curse your quirks so let's face it I never thought twice this is not my second thought how many by now? I forgot... ||||Patience||||| ""I'm trying to write in complete sentences; This is what I always. Did anyone say. Have you ever? Jaw dropping - eye popping - ass. Cold. I'll be waiting.""
World’s Eye View
I've you I have you Globalist worlds eye view I've you I have you Tear off a little to chew I'm not here to blame you Open your consciousness To somethin a little new Something thumbing through numb pages Jaded in ironic iconoclast backstabbers Flapping wing metaphysicist typical shit Split the log of product hunted down under Birds left in cages Cut the wageslaves Enslave Asia and give the rich a Raise Moonlight schism pistons pumping the irony Humping metaphorically Hard core floral and cold shoulder Static crumble bumbershoot screw with Three and a half dead fish in the sky from my Bad reputation shaken but not in shock Is this the original Sears poncho sales pitch? I shouldn't have to think so hard out loud Asking can you even hear me? This is the age the wage slaves were waiting for! Notably predicted in the least popular scifi Do what you want to But watch the fuck out I thought aliens would Have picked me up by now Some sort of jihadi food provision free for all Explosive decompression Fair maiden In her ivory tower liberty died and we killed her Too many weird apples redefined as bad and nothing is ruined but they wasted another bunch. Just give me it all On the first take For fucks sake Got a hot album bout To break just yesterday... Bon voyage shangri la Valhalla Laundry Dali llama long legs And all Allah pictures on sale 5 ameros on oil credit card membership micro chips and Thong dipped in milk chocolate Kali yuga cougar goo balls and all in all in all in all is are we are relapse re hatch hashishin sheet rock and re attached teeth are back in style so buy stock now while supplies last. The moment when your inner child stared back at you and said... What? Yeah
You Trippin Man
You trippin man! Made off with the medicine Then again as if living like I never Saw now life like life like life like Whatever the hell you think you Got away with simmer summer Something smelling spelling Compelling ordinary rarities And old compulsion fulcrum Lifted to leverage out paid parlay Collate and shoeshine coal mine Indefinite depth saying yes I slept But got no rest with you Exchange breath to go blue No truth know trust Jealousy under discussed Not environmentally or friendly But so green It's like grass but less free Like fast without speed Or a fine ass you can't see. You trippin Like passable fractals in Alex Greyscale vision Missionary wishing the Staggering static Didn't glow so hard So far as third eyes can swim In a skynet sea climb DNA Jacobs latter day shantisena Broken future assuming the past was any better but strip it to Simple altruism tastes like rum. You trippin man.. You aren't a goddamn pirate Sailing a relationship on sound waves paving a trail over the frozen ocean. Cold heart and the noble notion that cool cats get more than nine lives but heroes die young and undone so some know they must dust off and go rock stack steady slow so When meditation becomes habit Follow the white rabbit slapstick mavericks wizards read the fucking manual... Magicians plagiarize. We are beginning the nth revolution totally original bullshit showmanship walking a mile in moccasins with triple kicked shins within a thin line like call me when you break a leg baby good luck is bad luck when the world's a stage maybe I can write wrong enough times to realign and redefine it my way so the show must go on backwards at replay. You trippin man...
A modest answer to a collective cancer is prancing happily along its own yellow brick road like a depeche mode programming code - unspoken. Broken windshields and feel good stores ignored by the citizens of FUCK YOU. Queued up tape decks collected by the dark side of the rainbow black rain and acid snow in suburbia explains the leisure suit brass bands hand in hand panning back and forth. Sources seem to declare a spare change in the air dares a precarious number front of nothing... What is money? Well, sell me an answer and I'll survive by the remnants left behind by debris seeking missiles piles up new alibis like.. why not? Where were you? I forgot. Bought pot the other day Man I gotta say a little goes a long way depending on the method you take. Cash and Hash both leave ash at the end but which left us with friends when it was all spent? Relieved pent up aggression without leaving in regret? Except when left with this nonsense conniption fit of chicken scratches that fashions a passion for national issues I miss truth. In fact I never met it. Set in stone but lost in a bet to be left a loan we can never pay back stacking pawn shops to check mate make a move and question fate celebrate false witness as you lose the debate on what statements can place you in prison these days.. THIS is my free speech zone and IT goes where I go.. Unless I'm alone in the puritan homeland security and can't tell the pigs what I really believe or what I disagree with. Split the log of product hunting for flightless birds when they're all in cages. Cut the slave wage enslave patients and give the rich a raise! Man, they're doing a great job aren't they? Can't complain but hey I'm still not getting paid enough to SAVE money - but why do I need to spend it?! Everything ELSE grows on trees! See its your asses asphalts fault I'm not eating for free... And don't tell the pigs what I really believe until... I can say it on every clear channel station at 7am and not get arrested for my confession of a consensus concealed by patriotic terrorism and aggression? How is your comprehension of the term: “Democratic intervention” Did I mention a suspension of smiles shows signs of bloodshed on the horizon? NAUSEA? No doctor.. No nAusea!?? I'd salute a street guru sooner than this president. Talking about freedom and wiretaps in the same sentence Coaching a trillion dollar football game planned for years and pre paid to train the other team before playoffs. Bought enemies in a military spending spree and allow ME to go into debt if I want to change these hideous policies. Made another fortune off a bomb threat today. Attacked the facts with weapons of mass distraction because when the shit hits the fan you will be nowhere near a fallout shelter. Ever felt your paranoia was perfectly justified? They.. expired the ammunition finishing an action movie. Sued the censors for defending childrens soft wills and high expectations. Casually painted on gravestones and subway stations realizations of the unseen magick vibrations all around you everyday gracious suspense of dignity giddy as a school girl gone down drains explains the pros and cons of yesterday craves a better tomorrow sorry I borrowed another day I'll pay you back when I can't procrastinate When I can handle the weight of another day job I robbed opportunity so she don't knock no more now she scores crack rock from uncle sam and his corporate whores my core values include: Who the hell are you? What do you do? And don't get sued! And don't draw conclusions. But if you ARE terrified? My paranoia is PERFECTLY justified conspiracy theory or soon to be declassified? Suffice to say American pride is at an all time high despite being spied on conned out of rights blamed for fire fights and kind of my idea for a good time to change my identity and move back to Pangea...