Come on man... lets kill time
hang out... build a nest egg...
Collect benefits...
Die..

labor to purchase.. ones life..
a small security.. home, family
Identity..
why risk loosing it..

Practical.. Objective
It just makes sense.. fit in..
Invest..
But for that one thing..

Wants more of us... in us..
Insists..
We ignore... unwilling to see..
Wait for places around corners..

Where will you go.. to find
your dime...
as time begs risk from
comfort wrapped in lies

Convincing yourself of identity..
with more time..
your marriage.. your children..
are not you.. please rewind..

Growth.. security you please..
to seize..
But you cannot have both..
verb and noun..

When you find your map..
is not your own.. defeated..
did you say....
that you only meant well...

Completed....

What are these peaceful measures of time
Embraced familiar peripheral nomenclatures
Those old forgotten photographs of youth
Depictions surrounded dumbfounded divine

Terrible acts no longer numb me
Although the pain could be intolerable
I am free

I am free from those acts that penetrate
Hallucinate, control, and wedge fate
I am free

I am free from the tar that pours you down
Binding, elucidating, distracting, sounds
I am free

What are these painful measures of humankind
Differing similarly genius Ignorantly profound
Cutting the other to shreds by actions and words
Images shattering containing holograms of I

Find what is it exactly that you need
Aim for the center, surrender and fall
To be free

To be free Human nature is what we need
Acceptance of knowing from another we feed
To be free

To be free don't talk yourself into the trade
Of what's inside for who you are, so cliche
To Be free

Bleed

Poison and a slice of lime, lets go down to the river, have a good time
Laugh and hold our belly until the fairies sprinkle gold dust on our day
Let's waste away in the the sun drenched lush grass of discontent rind
Chamomile and aloe on the lesions and reasons that bubble to our skin

Maybe we'll just flash by while god is laying on pill-owed fictive dreams
All will fall, soon to be, pictures on the wall, Amber shades of history
Pay no attention to the blade of dry grass sticking your toe in shoe
We'll simply smoke desires down to filter, discarding them in streams

Invite contrite, big fat rats to sit down for a drink to unwind and play
Order another slice of lime and a big old glass of poison to consume
The shadows of heart will dance imbued while we fan away the fumes
The coins of time are all that remind us of the only price we ever pay

The mind has been emancipated from proclamation
skinned animal beliefs rotting like corpses in the sun
languidly navigating familiar phosphorescent terrain
No longer sick from pungent regressions of historic caste
Threaded loop of decision melted first and last
Scars of scratches dead dragons march to the call
Artist of degradation drawing endings to our fall
I have walked the gallows and heard your cries for help
Tomahawk truth medicine man collect another scalp
shuffling feet, hands behind, I can not do this for you
Seven years gone, six belong one more left to chew
Phantom falls; the eye; a needle of mercury pierced through
Threading cortisone that heals the mask formerly called you
Strip skin away to these golden veins repertoire induced pain
Lasso albino hawk riding over stalks of emotional refrain
The choir maiden sings pain filled blissful moans for us
Turning back midnight as dusk wanes Ecclesia Nulla Salus
Ripened vine, a spirit divine, bringing closure through thrush
No longer cling to the ritual light, embracing dark contradictions
A paradoxical anti-nomain with broad domains for living
You've laid the blame now shout the same broom of forgiveness

I can feel venom running through my veins
Loosing grip of everything that clings to my fears
Golden statues loose their shadows in the sun
As light blurs, inherent things of Father I have done

Snake feeds a tail wreath above court jesters’ head
He was there before; he shall be there at the end
Forgiving the daemon thieves of my own accord
Everything I deem to need this world cannot afford

Pressing my index finger hard into wounds
Making use of every burden I had pointed at you
Milky way eyes shedding scales of heart and crown
This treasure I have found, cannot be found

Black and White fight no more in competitive doom
Colors mix paint drips covering the open womb
Looking back across reflective seas of past tones
I am my own father thrice and I have been reborn

Severing this cord; standing on this new land
Clinging to this threaded edged Mobius band

I am right here now
I have forgiven you

Suspended in this moment
Partaking holy sacraments

Giving away all I spent

Everything I hated in you
Fears setting me free

Go on with nothing to loose
I'm getting on, with being me

As I release this clutter it floats to the sun
A symbol in a time that has just begun
In the end we all come back to the start
The head and tail doth never part

Free of trying to dominate or please
A wave will soon dissolve into sea
free of conformity
My spontaneous creativity
Allows me to bleed
Dying horned god
Sets the goddess free
Holy Matrimony

No more ceaseless hours of condemnation
No more connecting through masturbation
No more sleeping in securities relation
From Shakespearean projected proclamations
Fragmented mirrors pierce ripe illusions
I will dance around the corpse in elation

Matter into light
Time has come home to my self
I have come home to my self
Not without plight

Dancing in the shadow,
dancing without fright
Dancing in the flames
Dancing with the fight

Dancing to a rattle
Dancing with a pipe
Dancing to a drum
Dancing in delight

Center not hype
Center never lie

Cavalcades of statue gods rupture in lust
To thy knees a praise in vain, wager you must
Egyptian sands recollect hourglass rush
Wheels churn the workers gain anger's not lost

Kill the Christ, wash the hands, karmic contempt
Listless mice, under the fans, shadows unkept

Teeth fall out, skin dissolves, dust from bones blown clear
Mechanical mime, stage defined, move with confident fear
Soul stuffed carrion, ride on white heron illusions endeared

The deceased live on, the other side, of the third eye
Feeding on the membranes from emotional disguise
What doesn't exist we make up to call them lies

Honeycombs of prayers and thoughts leave them unknown
Digging my nails into walls clawing for a door to call home
Bellowing in the frosty cove, recovering from the chloroform

The smoky mirror is imageless
As the angels bathe on my skin
The glitter coats me
With floral fragrance
enter the chamber
come in
Let the ceremony begin

Cards in circle
Book under chin
sliver crested qua-tern
Triangle turned in
Solomon key
chants repel the chapel
come in, come in
The ceremony begins

Hold a candle to the eyes if you see them possessed
Light echos to resonate blasts that blows them past
Jaundice cries from the untied, claiming the tree for its sap

Tidal bloom sends it out just to reel it back in
Perfected or depraved the ensemble remains
Doctrine of destiny and Will, why can't we delay
Vehement zeal, weapons in hand trust refrains
Passionless executions, immoral abuses
Its all we can take

I will be content
living between here
and the next
It wont be long
before no one knows
I've left

Half-life unaware of our dying
skimming the surface of an ocean

Changing leaves reflecting seasons
emotion fuels the right to reason

If I wait until later you will be too drunk
to hear the intent in my voice

If you are afraid of dying
You have a life worth keeping

We are all alone stumbling in the dark
Only mother nature leaves her mark

Meantime you might as well
make love to me
in the heat of the moment we'll boil
the bearing sea

Gentle rhythms awkwardly cool
Your touch has to feel so smooth

Then again I am addicted
to just watching you move

Modern, elegant, wonderful eyes
sway, your hips, lips get me high

I can't believe I'm conflicted
My shallow heart is missing, another sigh

The nature of the situation
draws me into you

Motion picture projector head
feeling feint
From absolutely nothing you said

A bottle a bowl emotion won't rest
So I paint pictures
To get these things off my chest

Skimming the surface of an ocean
Half-life unaware motions

Operating the motion picture projector
Sombre soundtrack to the worlds lecture

What was it that was said?
It matters not
The power to live is knowing
You are already dead

holy matrimony for the bride groom
begs repentance on the alter of self indulgence
ushers pull executioner hoods before the body is found
capstone markers stubbing your toe on the dead before you and all the dead to come
fleece white nap-sacks of myth and lore
feeding your unconsciousness on the fear fraught forest floor
every awakening a cactus pin prick sometimes a stab...
the schoolboys run harder from the gnashing teeth
dehydrated lessons from the master mapmakers
unable to find their own way home
fossilized maggots digging through the scars of abandonment,
overwhelmed by their own reflections
unable to succumb to the urge to be free.
shadows on the wall rise until they snuff out light of the moon
raping of her gentle reflections
begging to see her golden aura
on the horizons of doubt
providing hope for the naked ones.

The world stands before me as jury,
watching every move, boasting
Only god can save me from myself

But I am too far gone to buy into your hate filled fears,
blowing kisses while drowning the babies of another race
does it make you feel good?
Feed the fear to eat the hate, love to bleed and point a finger to god for blame
ignorance is listless when we can't turn the other cheek
killing our demons from far far away, we think
what is to save why go on
if you think about it my friend just participate in the action
Pushing the food cart over the cliff of extinction

live in your mansions
A whole bunch of shit we like to pile up,
the hole in the psyche can't be filled fast enough
when body meets soul there really isn't that much to howl about,
other than little spit filled blips of genus spraying wisdom like film on your glasses
feeding the disease everybody needs but no one really wants to see.
Fantom polished shield character admired by all, held by none

Healing on a battlefield of the dead, Healing those around me
dancing with a match to light
the darkened glow of fake glamorous show time scowls
rocks reflecting glances from the stars
the moon seems so close shrouded by the cloudy figurines that peek
winking, changing, dancing with my soul
soon my dust will grace the landscape of the sky
to cover the ground for the ones behind
Maybe then we won't pretend to be so bold

I will concoct my best medicine
maybe enough to kill all of them
Steel violet memories safe keep
dreaming not a wink of sleep

Chasing them out of the dark
Sins of fathers worst remarks
severing slippery strong tentacles
gold dust blood worth living for

shovel scoops of hot desert sand
spirits weep free in a hot new land
puling out the tapeworm of hurt
stuffing into the holes they deserve

Burying ghosts in the desert
Burying ghosts deep in the desert

Post modern myths, reek of decay
Seething puppet master strings frayed
canker sore lips speech a mess
bullet bite teeth or take one to the vest

Killing all the little ones first
the bigger get bigger, worse get worse
Sorrow swallows a hollowed fist
holding fast to center my last wish

Burying ghosts in the desert
Burying ghosts deep in the desert

Digging my way through the bottom door
grasping to places stripped free of folk lore
Eventually there is water on the bottom
of the dry, hot, sandy, desert, floor

Burying ghosts in the desert
Burying ghosts deep in the desert

It's amazing this dopamine
this glue that sticks to you
What a piddle puddle soppy mess
dripping off your arms, hands and chest

Stutter shutter roll the dice
Full projector movies nice
weakened knees chest full of pride
are you happy you are lost tonight?

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
Billet doux amuse bouche 'a gogo

Jump off the mountain
your wish we be granted
your trust in your heart
creates safe landings

repondez s'il vous plait
Your heart can hardly wait

Only when you truly let go
can you possess what is real
only when you become vulnerable
can you infinitely feel, healed

Blurring the sky electric shadows collide
Pin pricked balloons deflating zealous pride
Open ache begging compromise
A moment that can leave him waiting
standing to slow landings of exhaustion
still dying to look into her eyes

Injured angel your ropes are untied
Close your eyes let him help you fly
as he mends your wings
Aloe from the islands and sky

Digging a way to babylon
Roosting a cool moment sigh
a language that will carry on
try try try

Blood rush warm pumps to the lips
Soothing swell pulls will first mist
Clouds of clarity rise and bind
some release allowing to forget
everything they call behind

Filling the void and the hole
That was some how stole
from the white cradle shout
Leaves them feeling without

Pain hides those feelings that hide those reasons
Used to build walls to block the view of seasons
The winter bite of truth, that they really should

Ideas make no easy demands, big or small
Ideas just reasons to solve our cushioned fall
one million scattered rocks can form wall
One rain swept wind of her heart can crumble it all

offense wins the battles
but defense kills you more
Blue blooded birth of noble score
fighting for the right to fight
Just a little more

The soft of her neck
the curve of her breasts
refuge for his heart to rest
Only found in pages soon
to be attributed to
the Book of soft moon

Eight then 3 4 2
Thrice the bonds he'd
Share for you

Cool grass under my feet
basting me with energy
suburban football floats
in between me and me

nurture immortality, connecting
every fiber, every gland, pulling
what i will be, tree past seed
call it a prison or call it free

Shine sun on my future
for I care deeply for you
Your sister breathes first
you,
my clay my heart my juice

Will you watch as my wisdom
yellows to insanity
as everything I know has been
learned with fist and bow

Only in moments of clarity
I catch you pulling me out of this disease
Looking, I see the glasses I have placed on thee
If I were guilty I would say Im sorry
But I must plead an ignorant plea

What would I say if you listened?
That crust you see hardened on me
Isn't really me, its wall pain has built
around my heart.
It's how I learned, its how you become free

Your answer is inside
the sweat of your brow
and accepting who you are
Be proud and bow down
follow your path
with the light from your heart
its the only light that lasts

mouthful of life, glutton rhymes
crumbs falling from lips, lapels drip
one moment in time, begging rewind
baton passed this moment to next
nothing before, nothing behind
except the muffled ache of remembering
and the eternal optimist crime

desert air dries clarity, desire to thrive
unnatural to natural eyes
Mother nature chases
all of her untouched places
pinning her down with belts and fences
smokestacks provide fabulous lenses
what we are making up as we go along

We think our noises so holy
lodging opinions like picks
into the eyes of gods fist
beliefs together we story
between the teeth of our wits

prayers go up nay come down
without regard what the hand has done
still here making non sense of it all
mustering stories, verbs, morals with turns
emotional matter, monkey trying to learn

fly into the sun and never look back
rolling streams of ignorance laugh
at a world so serious as we pass
Holy things to do, gods chosen few
We bend it and break to our chosen hue

I have come to visit the consequences
Of the entirety of my life ticking at once
Blood from my heartbeat, another thrust
Have I lived a lifetime in every single action
Indebted to intention that fuels my attraction
A music I choose; benevolent pride fraction
Of beauty and juice my harp and noose

Nothing but sweet music to heal logic
From running over emotion and the voice of my soul
I look in the mirror to see if it’s true
I may be able to fill your shoes
never feeling quite so the right size is ever filling you
I will live in my time and remember rhymes
And the verbs that support empty myths
Born of my father and mother alike,
A love bringing me home, not things that I own
Or the bumping and bruising from the burning inside
A fuel lit a fire, yearning to follow the truth
Lighting the teeth wherever they bite

One moment short after, spent on the lone wing
Of a dove reveling in euphoric white lit glow,
Understanding what it is like to awake for a moment,
Between my prayers, and the dreams of nausea I flea
Only to fall, trampled by beast begging some relief
it all seems confusing while we try and make sense of the other
That is defiantly, hiding in shadows lurking in battles
As we stare in the mirror, straight at each other
and come to admire the way we make up the film that will cover
the lines and the flaws and our varnished blue crawl
Can i come to visit the consequence that listens
To the clock of life ticking and forcibly prickling
The finger that pointing right back at me

You are my cool river, refreshing soul.
Warm blanket, wrapping my bones.
Holy goddess, more than an angel
Devouring your heart and my mind

I chant to a rhythm of infinite patterns
Clashing cymbals and whistling flutes
Radiant, open, caring, loving, honor
A heart but a harp your fingers strum
Delicately undressing my open wounds

Purring softly against your neck
Between your head of intellect
Heart of emotion, heat so untrue
Fables become facts in love

Lay down on the sweet green grass
Under the weeping willow tree
The mane of beauty strength and need
Glistening crystals shimmer sparkle alas
Casting iridescent shadows on your silky skin.

Your eyes feed my nation of pain
Easing the pangs of hunger in vain
Yearning as the multitudes of spirit
Rise behind your eyes
Wrapping with your soul in union
Pouring into you, water, earth, fire
Spirit winds bless a moment

Blood, and sun, and mud
Paint on canvass of love, emotion
Colors drip and blend between
We drink each other’s illusion within

Inside erect and attentive, planting intention
Completely surrendered,
To vibrations that dance like music across the skin
Trembling within

Breathing the smoke of my soul
A paradise unveiled, mirrors untold
Colors swirl and drip paint to the floor
Lamentations braise the lamb of my soul
Only love’s journey
Twisting and turning
Keeping us on our toes
Singing our way
Through warm sunny days
Speaking in languages unknown

Mundane
nothing
has changed
clouds and tears
wiped away
Loose change
Moods hold sway
The only thing to gain
Remaining perceptions
You choose

Turn away
From sun so bright
Erasing night
Giving something to loose
Each fad clicks
And ticks fooling you
Rummage and move
Through this life

It’s all the same
What you take
If you gain
More than another
Collecting nothing
You will ever save
Scratch, claw and fight
For everything you can in this life

Take a moment
Or buy another minute
Don't refrain
Deep in the suffering
Bliss builds steam
From chips that remain
Of the whittled mirage called pain

Open your eyes
With your heart seek
A journey not for the meek
Come in from out of the rain
When you do
Your life
Will be anything
But mundane..

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Embarrassed by humanity, fissures called features called choices called teacher
Self absorbed, codependent, embracing a Zeitgeist built from a Psychodrome
Babbling on like we have something to add, ice ages prove a fancy passing fad
Hell can visit in a focused notion, and stay till you realize your skin, has been
broken, reflecting your soul, come back do it again, my friend.

take another for granted, what could a relationship possibly be worth?
shaved, brushed, bathed, and behaved, buys us a fancy hole full of dirt.
spending our lives trying to get our logic, reason and emotion all to work.
But smarts can't feel, our pain surely seems real, blood isn't colored smoke.

wounded, flailing, broken-winged ducks, or proud monkeys beating of chest.
what we must endure, whoa is me, suffered, and not failed, I'm the best!
I get up every morning for you, all your complex, all your projection,
and most certainly completely unaware, of your shadow that hides the sun.

And so we go, bumping around, absolutely sure we are going to make fit
ether, in a box... of tissue, wiping, dialogue like dreams from your eyes
A candle with both ends lit..
Life, there's not much of it..

Self absorbed codependent creatures, tone deaf, mute, waking at night..

Pointless tasks performed for someone you would probably rather Bite!

Sometimes there can be too much of a good thing
like wine, cheese, and fancy cars that do nice things
Clutter in the way of the metaphor that makes life more
meaningful, beautiful, in a sorrow that makes you grow

It so easy to stop seeing, when you are swept up dreaming
feeling like you have done something.. to have folks kneeling
who wants to get real? let go and really feel?

Isn't it better to indulge in good things to fill our skin?
a comfortable place to stop the sting of looking in
Ignorant of all that is around your feet on the ground
push it down, it barely makes a sound, when suppressed...

Why bother when we have blame to play defense in the game
or logic and evaluation to explain, our helpless ways
the need to be somewhere beside strong
Its the can't we rest our head on,
or the fear we might be too strong
so we let our head run along...

In the grudge we hold against our parents
unknowingly the curse that will bestow us
as we live our lives
we teach our children this
bitch by bitch, show them every moan
and every groan against the ones who raise us.

We teach them to watch tv, eat sugar and sugar free
and show them to avoid, engaging in a life
that will set them free,
we are happy to be unconscious
you and me

We have become all that we abhor
the thick waist, the hidden lies
all those things we try ignore
sedate it by getting more, good things

admit to all the shit you have pushed down
all those times you found yourself with frown
"and I was so sure I'd never do that"
"and I was so sure I'd never say that"
but you did, and I did, and we were wrong
with best intent, when were feeling strong

and all that really matters
is someone comes along
and we convince them to be flattered
about nothing that really mattered
when were high on the various good things
pride, lust, and all the other noble rings
that we frame as confidence
so ignorant

This and more when we glimpse clear
alone and sitting in your chair
still haven't figured what your here for
yet every stitch in time,
is a pattern you decide
leading you astray from the reason your here
yet instead of cry and consciously open our eyes
we pillow our head, wipe our face dry...
With far too much of a good thing

Young guys like to run into things, aimlessly
Old guys like to talk about it, incessantly
we all seem to understand it, barely

So frail inside where nothing exists
nothing we can see, hold or twist
yet, somewhere in there, is where it hurts

On the outside beautiful we are
things out of focus from afar
of course nothing looks very hard

The devil is in the details, of your details
and so change comes on the back of a snail
in warm wind our ideas raise mast and sail

floating in and out and then in and out again
awareness and responsibility are such a drain
digging and digging letting go is such a strain

slouched in our theatre chair, watching life flicker
Running tapes slap the projector, dizzy and sicker
making all of those mole hills bigger and bigger

pregnant with doubt, confidence, fully effaced
buried in the ground, where our best hopes lay
A bliss made of gold, not to lead you astray