42 poems
USooME
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13 Faces

11 Revelations (Nothing IS what it seems)

7 Dark Places

5 Dreams That Sandman Has Seen

3 Temptations (The Trinity)

2 Hearts Beating

1 History

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(I crushed a bug beneath my heel
As I was smoking in the shade.
The Sun had not burned me out
But burned I was, Inside and Out...)


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[13 Faces]



Mr. Chance

Mister Chance has been good to me,
I sit in wonder of his dancing tree,
branching out forever and free
Cycling into infinty and beyond
to the heavens where our bonds
can be seen, not with these eyes,
But with string upon string
Singing progressions like waves
in the sea bend light from underneath.
Mister Chance has been good to me,
I sit on this branch and wonder ‘bout things,
all were provided by chance's excitement
to see all that was, become what's to be.


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My Pupil Doth Hold Him

I see you, devil, Lurking right inside,
waiting for vanity to guide me through that
flat, placid, looking-glass, to unify our classes,
giving body to the spirit of need, for want
to be seen and acknowledged by the one
underneath what is real. I see you clear,
'hind these eyes in this sight o' mine, a tiny
thing you are, encapsulated in the breathing
black, a cell within a seed, under the ground
with but one need; to multiply. Perceive me
grief should I yield to thee, for such an act
will be the end of me, snuffed by your beginning.

Stuck, until I drive you insane,
whispering evils within your brain.

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Beat Bracka Boom

Brother, We never Knew
each other. Without a face
or sense of self, we were
smothered from the concept
of a mother. Separated
by the cracks we fell
between. Torn from one another.

We must be destined
To dine once we die,
in the great hall of the deceased,
with the sinners and saints
of sin. i have no doubt we'll get in.
I have no doubt we'll fit in.

No sympathies
doth hell store, just
circles of infinity,
That torment your mentality.
Make you want less,
Making less more.

Maybe, in hell
Will I meet you.
Maybe then I'll know
the man who share's
my face, my voice,
my brain, my choices.

Or maybe, in hell
there's nothing to see.
No one to meet.
Oh brother, sweet brother,
How I wish you were not
incarcerated within me.

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Angel + Demon

I was floating through galaxies
twisting around gravity
the primal attraction
where stars are born.

And breathing right through me,
came the word. The message
was naught what I was looking for
but in absence so much more.

Then
A pain upside my brain,
Meant demons wanted in.
Without refrain a siren sang
And my heart let them in.
Infected now, I am a divine
Comedy of confusing battles
Detected, allowed in my mind,
Thus the foundation rattles
And cracks and crumlbles, fine,
A powder. My tongue, it prattles
Dry, and senselessly defenseless.

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Incrazy

I saw a man in the mirror
Illuminating guilt. A
blue hue held his skin
while Fires and Fury burned his eyes.
Crazy eyes, watching
my television, struggling
to break out, through the
boxes reflection.

He strikes the window and
Screams to god,
Smiting himself;
Inebriated, Swimming in thought.

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Ruminations Against a Falling Sky

God
tempts and teases,
Knowing my deepest desires,
Presenting half-blessings,
greater than nothing (but less than
substantial) in these areas of grey that
I have learned to embrace and put faith in.
The sky fell today. A taste
of cold loneliness in a dream
during my wake; a slap in the
Face, for in my sleep I’m free
To reciprocate. Not today.
There is no fall into the sky.
So I sit and watch the smoke rise.
This cigar burns slow, in the air and
In my lungs, malicious, too much
To keep inside, so I must
Release it all:
My scathing thoughts and words,
An ascending family of matters I have rended.
Billowing. Swirling.
My anger burns this cigar.
I take it in. Chew it up. Spit it out,
never again to be seen.
I want no comfort, no consolation prize,
because there is none.
So, in the rain
I sit.
My fingers cold,
My soaked legs behind soaked denim,
Cold.
My old thoughts,
Cold.
And this cigar burns hot
Burns my throat.
Churns my guts inside out.
And I let it all swirl away, Alone.
No one comes to me.
No one runs from me.
No one says it’s alright.
It's not.
but
why should I care?
I turned my back on those who might,
Choosing instead the white
wall to occupy my stare.

I turned my back on you all...
In hopes of finding this loneliness,
In hopes of embracing it,
knowing it inside and out.,
Like the fire knows
This cigar.

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These Wolves

These wolves move in packs,
Disguised in full tact, Improvising rules,
to fend us back.
Their flattened teeth and sermons, stacked
Against the fools who give them slack,
attack the senses,
Wiring the dense and dull to follow trends
Set in times of the all-knowing inaccurate. The beliefs
Of those who need be told what to believe,
become cheap, Dictated by jaded peeps
With honest faces, herding sheep into false graces.

For the sake of these faithless vagrants looking for an easy meal,
I say dine with me, enlighten me, and if you can’t inspire, steal
A little of my mind to drive you mad and feel the fire of my zeal,
Emblazoned and self sculpted; not even I control results. When
Inspiration hits the dent is meant to be what I can see
And what I see are packs of wolves, improper,
Dressed to stress position best
To sheep who know no better.

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The System

The system is working,
But for fewer and fewer.
Most of us are left here in the sewers,
Taught
To like our tails from the start,
Cycling into ends that never part.
Rotting the core, Tainting the seed,
Poisoning an arsenic century.

Don't bite into that apple eve,
Remember,
You are a sinner.
It will kill thee
Before Winter.

Before that first son rises, in Spring, to thaw your
Icy heart, satiating your lust for dependent arms
To cradle your mind, duplicating thy divine line
To break and branch in time, explosions inside
Prime, plotted, potted plants, systematic,
Organized to clone blood alone.
Let The Virgin’s body be shown.

Her blood wasn’t Red,
She bled floods of black instead.
We've been crudely misled
On this path that others tread.
.

It’s time to blow the fuse, knock the system out.
Build it from the bottom rubble, cycling back,
What has been unraveled by those Evil sorcerors casting
Resources away like memories that plague this scum,
Weakened by the day-to-day struggle for equilibrium.

The more they stall, the louder I scream. fuck it. I’ll Dive in, with a grin
To find the floor of this ocean and pull the plug at its roots,
Draining the brains behind these silent chains,
Rebooting obtusely, 359 degrees, leaving only
One door open for those wanting to flee;
Who waited ‘til the last minute to be freed.
They hasten momentum by adding weight
To the pendulum positioned above our throats...

Some like this death though,
It's dull and it's slow
Enough to slice inside
Without you knowing.
Planting its seed, this disease
From it's rusted edge.
Sedating prey into feed,
These living dead are, now,
Slave to this society, and

They've claimed all the land
So I must move underneath;
Spreading this cure to those who believe
That numbers have power, but the
Power is weak and the hope is decieving.

I plead,
May the sleazebags be taxed!
And if they won't give it back
Cut no Slack with these nooses,
Rope be taut, head to tail,
Let’s snap every frail
Nervous system, retracting
Living tissue into lifeless food
Made useful to other living groups.
Parasites are not below you.

We are equal. it’s proven
By the movements
In the matter,
Strings
Clinging together,
Weathering attractions
We don’t understand
This land is not your land,
This land is not mine,
All we ever posses
Are individual minds.

That is our grace, our place
With infinity to put faith in,
But instead we just mimic
Such systems, for we know
How to exploit and fix, with
All our little language tricks,
To benefit the richest collective
Sucking out the lower classes,
Without reason, its treason,
Simply treason.

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Punchline

ahhh,
haw haha!
everyone is here! Naw.
Bodies Are present,
but nobodies listenin'
all them be lookin,
they miss the punchline.

God! Gosh! GEE!
Oh? D-Liberate
get free! at a cost
most choose to oversee.
All in debt! A slow-motion car wreck.
Nobody's drinkin,
but we all get our fix,
inebriated on pride
cause thats the opium.
the slower. the pleasure
the everything we want.
KNOWLEDgE oF dECENCY
and that which should
be the way.

Ha! Haha! Haw haha!!!
Look at them allll guffaw.
At me!
Pride!!!!!
in liberation. Freedom!
See them run!
See them read!
The same thing...
so differently.

Haw haha! Haw haha!
In killing myself
I get closer to god.
Beating you.
The punchline goes through
your walls of insecuity, brewed
from circumstance, i keep TRUE.
And I'm killing myself everyday I'm overdue
another epiphany blinds me from you,
GOD.

Haw!
Haha!
Haw hahaha!
Where is the laughter in your book?
you've no sense of humor? you been took
to be a fool in the court before the king. He Looks!
At you! Laughing!
Haw!
haha!
Haw hahaha!

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________________________
I was floating up an artery
Bareback on a demon
Meant to Help me,
Shelter me,
From the
Outside.

Captivated,
In stride with
Their glaring crimson
Eyes, lighting the flow
forth and back, currents
Stacked in opposition, I saw
inside the reds and whites,
Poisonous people, nourishing Cancer
Much more than those freelancers floating on

advancing the cycle that surmounts me. Bound
By the water’s explosive evolution that
Frames the unseen footprints in snow,
I see how we’re to be frozen, like
The Prince, in a realm we
chose for Ourselves.
When I asked why,
The answers I
Found

Sounded
Like Prose
wrote, long Ago,
In a dream of a Life
When the gods had control,
And man wasn’t, yet, the slightest of Foe.
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When The Music First Left Me…

when the music first left me, horizons weighed heavy, limiting infinity
now I exhibit the human condition-
see monkey men mimicking monkey men mimicking me to you.
who knew zeus reigned in vain?
all who see him, see "me" in fractioned inaction
reflected in packets enlightening the masses,
expanding, contracting, releasing, in cycles, revolving attractions
we can't explain.
This plane, beneathe our perception, perfection
untouched by human hands, can show us
that existing below us,
is only ourselves
existing in
chorus

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Stale
My words feel stale. Hurt and pale,
My worst faces prevail. To fail,
and never try. Blind. sailor say goodbye.
anchors await in Fate's mind. Mine.

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The Marked Ones

Their shells are growing soft,
I'm watching them dissolve,
sagging their skin without
solution or resolve.
They walk among us,

Lesser men confessin' not,
dressed in trend depressed
as god proceeds to jot a spot
for the next solitary ink blot.
Painting minds with it, like paste,
But it’s wasted on the greedy faces

advocating a devil’s grace.

Who’s mind's eyes have gone red,
vessels burst, suffocated, now a dead
weight in their heads, a dull pain like a cigarette
put out, burn marks embedded on their scalps.
The marked ones talk among us.

Who want the ins without the outs,
violating the fountain, now spouting drought,
shouting in the crowds,
mimicking the tauted clowns
with reverence doused in clouds of smoke.
phased out, whittled down,
Stems split and splintered
to build luxury
for the demons who shot their Semen
thoughts into the box,
Captivating marked ones, caught up on
hypnotic false gods of technology.
When brains get scrambled,
Marketing is no gamble.

Those Marked, rewired, become
one-dimensional sacrificial pawns
who keep on singing other's songs.
And singing all along together
but it's no sum brethren,
its an escape from where they could be headin'
In Possession of themselves. But they’re threaded,
like beheaded chickens without feathers
caged to lay eggs and overpopulate without discretion,
Multiplying the Target Markets endorsing corporate Profits.

I am the Profit of myself, all inclusive,
For the "Lord Almighty" I stay rooted, and
when I leave I'll give life to the new kids,
and hope to the loose ends
who refuse to be tied down
by the outsiders looking for a buck,
Fuck em.
We never get "our own"
just a piece of the seeds sown,
reaped in the dome, alone.

The lesser can't express this thought,
their skills are blocked by the obstacles they plot.
Gaurdless they stay guarded best,
While faith in chance enhances their duress,
pressed to be agents of currency flow
slaves, unheard, pulled into the undertow.
so
Find home, before you’re cloned,
to where you fit into a niche,
not a bit to the terrabyte
but free within ya own mind.
I’ve seen some early endings,
its never happy if you hold on to finite living,
let it go
and Go Home to where you fit,
you gotta find it, it's prolly
Somewhere you never been.

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[11 Revelations]
(Nothing IS what it seems)


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Re: Cycles

The Cycle
Needs To
Circulate the
Waste or
else it
Sufficates in
Haste, exponentially
Degrading 'til
It's way
too late

While
Spirals
Thrive
Off
Of
The
Lazy
Losing
Pace
Spinning
and
Grinning
As
Oxygen's
Thinning
Beginning the demise,
be wary.
Don't get scared, get scary,
Be daring enough to Return
To the
Mother
That bore
All these others.
Return
To the cycle, don't
Spiral
And
Fade,
Burn Brightly
In this Perfect
Pattern, Circulate this
Matter. Just
Because

The Cycle
Needs to
Circulate the
Waste or
Else it
Suffocates In
Haste exponentially
Degrading til
It's way
Too late.

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Follow Free
Walking down the beaten path
I find my feet go flat against the pressure packed
Trails my predecessors passed
On to me in hour glass prisms
Where time schisms out of lined dimensions,
Defined by old conventions.

But new worlds await,
Beyond the boundaries of their gait,
Rough, unruly, righteous landscapes
Virgin as the lady waiting
for The urgent alienation of her own fate.

A new path will I leave
In the wake of my lead,
Molded by my striding feet
For more to find and follow me-
But more importantly
For one to someday see
The beaten path
As tragedy
Upon his flattened feet.


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I Smile

Teeth off white.
Squinting out red tears,
defending dead fears, right
as day is night on the flipped side.
Somewhere in dawning, elsewhere nears
darkness, fading to balance, steering
the peerless back to one's dallas.
Home. Square one gearing
first steps, freshening
faces with graces
of hope. Mighty
lovers guide
my smile.



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Drowning Man

they can stone you on your phone, now
they'll stone you from their homes, while you're
sittting at your desk chair
in the office, anywhere.
Stoning by the pages, there
used to be asylums where
stones could only go
as far as stones could get thrown
but no matter where you roam, now
towns or cities, country roads,
you stay connected to the flow
of stones bombarding lonely souls.

But you should not feel so all alone,
everybody must get stoned

they'll stone you with financial tricks
and make you pay a double interest,
stoning masses, dime sized hail
flooding boxes with junk mail,
they'll stone you when you''re on the trail
of tears, crying panicked, weak in fear
sailing solo through the years
getting stoned just like your peers

but you sshould not feel so all alone,
everybody must get stoned.

Converting christians, muslims too,
athiests and budhist crews,
all can be reached through
the web of lies, just like a coup
technology has made a fool
of everyman and woman too,
this network multiplies in two's
faster than one man can prove.
I'm the victim, bleeding true
you are too, and you and you
consuming products, leaking, soon
to dry out like the moon

but you should not feel so all alone,
everybody must be owned


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HATE

hate.
how may i contend
against your bend.
fate
guides me to send
all negativity and rend
pace,
to step on speeding men
extinguishing all within.
Hate.

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Late!

How can one know an arrival to be late?
Just because we correlate time to our own lives,
A concept has risen to specify time
Universally. But opportunity is presented in present
And arrivals do not well fit the past;
Please consider such facts in the future.

And do not misinterpret the future
When my arrival appears to be late.
Appearances confound the hounding eye reflecting our lives,
Specifically, and never the vague veil of time.
This is where I stand on the matter in the present
Always here even when I was there in the past.

And though no proof remains of this “mystical” past
I keep faith I’ll understand in the future
Where the time goes to make me so late!
Disconnected, always troubling these weary lives
That hoped to tame, not just me, but time
Too, to become the effervescent present.

But since I’m not there yet, take my knowledge as a present
To keep in mind as you float into the past
A memory where the present was the future,
Your foresight was blinded and hindsight came too late-
Such is a slice of our conscious lives
Upon the spherical surface of time

Infinitely curving, more than a line, time
Takes up all that is present
And combines, so fast, the past
Into the now that was the future.
Neither is early. Neither is late.
But they surely seem to dictate our lives!

Each and every day our lives
Perceive the passing time
In mindful needs to be seen present
So as to leave a ripple in the past
That can be seen far in the future!
So how can you say I am late?

When, here I am, the time is present
And the late past’s future is no longer
A resident in our lives!?

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Fickle Tricks

The next fix furthers the infraction,
Inactive self-repair disparages the attraction
To an even cut, straight edge style faction
Deep in smut distractions that fasten passions
To that which is "pure".
The chore
Restores
Horrors
and
The next fix furthers the infraction.

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Halo

Underneath the streetlight
With my candy-cane, pain killer
Burning bright, blue smoke rising
Toward fluourescent heavens that die
At sunrise, discomforting crescents
'Neathe my own eyes, for these
Machines thrive in and thwart the moonlite
That stirs the currents of my dreams
Disallowing sleep, so i wallow,
Such a hollow sight, to see
Me crumpled up despite my pity
For the lifeless streets tonight.

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Shuffled, Reset

This new game of solitaire
leaves no chance to spare
a winner's luck or loser's fare;
All is lost together there.

Even when the deck's been beat,
and victory does taste so sweet,
you shuffle up, and by god, meet
a single stack, undefeated.

Separation is no cure.
the spinner's light will lure
another down the spiral, pure
and viral, never can one detour
the trial.


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Words Inside…

The words inside are not there,
Images of us together everywhere,
Thoughts provoke, weakness unaware...

Dreaming Am I?
Or Am I but the dream?
Is he what he seems
or "just after one thing?"

His Teeth he does bare,
a smile, wily, Cheshire, rare,
A spectacle, white brightening glare...

Dreaming Am I?
Or am I but the Dream?
Is he what he seems
Or "just after ONE thing?"

Contest of will. Stare down the Bear,
starving, salivating, passionate scare
with embraces now gone... never there.

The wonders and worries
have me on a String,
Is he what he seems
or "Just After One Thing"?

Retreat and restructure, this life is not fair.
Want is desire is fuel to the Dare,
Vertigo layered upon prayer after prayer

Redemption of course, was never my fare,
Thus I don’t deal in the peddler's care,
And My soul has been living on stale air...

Stagnation kills, neutrality chills,
Honesty Stings
Is he what he seems
or "just after one thing?"

Trust is key, but can I trust me? I swear
that I want this, I'm the first to declare,
But its just... not... Fair.

And my stomach turns and burns,
churning it clings,
Is he what he seems
or just. after. one. thing?

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I, Circle

Too Tired to refrain
in the dark without a friend,
my eyes see all about me
I begin to understand.

In the dark I have no friends,
but foes float about my head
I begin to understand
and stand alone without a chance

These foes floating round my head
circle in, silently constricting me
I stand alone without a chance
to see myself illuminating

circling, silently constructing me
destructive from within( but that’s my sin),
to see myself illuminating
outside my own skin

I'm destructive from within
because i can’t break through
outside my own skin.
I'm too tired to refrain.


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[7 Dark Places]


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Adolphus Surprise

The streets were dead
and the night, lethargic.
Outside, the air stuck
Like sweat on blood.

Bold and beautiful, the quiet was relaxing and forgiving
My mind the taxing stress from overnight living
And working… pondering away,
while smoke billowed from my lips,
I found faith blind, and knew there must be
More than this
Stupid, dead end, job with the days reciprocated
Just for me. Just so I could pass the time
Serving swine caught up in dollar signs
Like lumber in a vice,
Blinded from the fact that death accepts
no price less than human life.

There has to be more.
There needs to be
More to Life
Than these ephemeral senses
And filtered perspectives.
For truth, I wander and let my mind ponder,
Lost, beneath the blanket
of smoke, somber and fatigued…

Then, a sudden,
Radio din
Calling me in
“Oxygen! Oxygen!
Fifteenth floor gym,
A man’s collapsed
he’s fading fast!”
I snuffed the fag, and
Stuffed the gas tank
Onto the lift that
Showed no concern. Through
The doors, down the hall, due
To be the last-second rescue,
But by my arrival he’d turned blue.

Glazed, was his gaze, and I wanted him to see me,
To look into my eyes, telling what it felt like to die,
But he didn’t, he just lay there
Short gasps grasping for air
Behind a blank stare…

A life turned to err
As humans seem to do it,
Find a way to screw it, and I knew
It had to do with shallow pursuits.
Shallow needs driven by shallow senses
Like the way we see
life as a strife for victory
And success
Represented in money,
‘cause that’s what we teach,
A mental bludgeoning
With a goal of currency
That’s Impossible to reach.

Well,
Thank you, sir.
I’m not sorry bout your death
Because your worries have been lifted
And you no longer owe your debts…
I just hope you took what you could
(Cause you can take no more, now
Than you probably should have before)
Make the best of what comes next
And I’ll do the same with what is left.
For me, bereft of you physically,
Imprinted in my mind is your passing gaze
And the desperation for another day.

I think I can learn from that mistake.

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The Death of Me

The Death Of Me
Comes twice a day.
When the sun rises.
When the sun sets.
Whether I live in Between
or outside of these boundaries,
I know not.
It is not to be Known.
But to be Lived.

And so sad it is that many of us live dead.
Dead in our own respect and dead nonetheless.


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7 Black, Red-Yellow-Blue

There's a sheet of shade over my eyes,
But blood still shines in the light of a clear sky.
Placid waters sheen the shapes at lakeside
Morphing the image in a pool of ink. My
Golden coin sits beneath the bonnets, dry,
And thunderheads block out my beloved wife.
My pupils are drenched in the unseen tide,
Wider than the iris, out of focus. Must i stand beside
Death Fearing eternal unrest? Why
Can't I see those eyes of ice reflected as he swings the scythe?


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Inversed Fog

Swallowing oblivion with a swirling mist,
The humidity of home. The realization of fixes,
Addictions, tricks, trades and shallow charades
object the view of my desire. Time Fades.

What I want is to know it's all defunct,
Life, living, and strife In my imagination sunk
into nothingness, giving reason for recession,
seceeding to failure, making impossible, Progression.

More and more and more in the tones and hues
of home, I'm slapped and beaten by views
of a world that DOES exist outside my shell
of childish escapism, of stubborness swelled.

What was once the top, is now the furthest below
the surface and it's seems Inexorable to see, to know
that change approaches me every second of every hour.
Terrified, Frightened of enlightenment, I've gone sour.

The taste of the morning stung with disapointment in waking,
I've wanted my dreams to last forever, never breaking
off like flint, never taking off like the elusive joy of childhood,
which left without my knowing, when I barely missed the hood
Of the car that could have ended my life, for good.

Twelve years have passed, and I'm still disconnected,
Death doesn't dampen my days, I've rejected
such fear, accepted mortality, and projected
my hate for life, everywhere I've prospected.

Yet, living is more than the time before you die,
AS I'm seeing more with my eyes, my mind steps aside.
The paranoia still nags, but i've thrown it to the back of my head,
For I've realised that living without loving life, is worse than being dead.

Again and again, I'm the biggest obstacle in my life,
as well as my only weapon to fight it and right it
when My mentality capsizes, switching sides on the coin
of all knowing emotional toil and liberation joined.

Struggle is strife is living is life is for the weakened being,
Struggle is struggle, strife is strife, Living is living
Life is life, the more time I spend the more time I waste,
Life waits for no man, Time passes with haste

It's a power unpreventable, as death is sure to come
for those who seeks its edge. The universe itself is young
compared to the robed master of ends, horse of flaming Ice
and scythe at hand. I hope he is happy, and that he, too, will die.

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Poison

Poison.
I breathe it, I let it touch my lips,
Poison
slides down my throat, into my gut trips
my brain, this poison makes me...
sane?

and if this cloud weren't here,
if I hadn't learned to walk on water
like others before me, moving freely between
particles...

would i know anything?

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Sober Sleep

The new Sober sea waves
a crude polarity, grave
to view, no clarity stays
with you-
______________________ No, With me. Crazy
in Truth, don't dare daze me
to boost the toll fare blazing
Your youth, Scared to be facing
the Blue, solar--blinding faith
in your you-
_______________________No, My Me. Stays
Confused, holy armories sway me
Like waves, and the grave underneathe,
Stays calm, Like you in me, Crazy
enough to prey and daze me,
blazing the waters to steam,
and in the blue fog my true god
is facing my faith, you're you in
my me. Stay, please, hold me
in your arms, and sway me to sleep
Like waves-
______________________ No, like a grave.


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Dallas

Dallas is all I’ve known, alas, not so well.
I've been here longer than I’ve not,
Still I’m lost
On a grid, perpindicular, parallel.
.
Some say I need to travel the globe.
Others say I need a home to know.
I want, right now, to drive forever
But I've got nowhere to go.

I need to escape my myself, maybe escape this city
repitition never hurt so bad. Same old Streets Same old me
It’s time to mix it up, shouldn't be hard to
Accelerate til the lights blur together, the wrong direction
on a one way boulevard.

Buildings tower higher,
than all small business
higher than the city pidgeons can fly
Making perfect compasses.

Veer eastward now to see an old friend,
Meeting him downtown for a drink tonight
but this road curves and becomes a dead end
as forgotten a lane as the friendship I wished to reacquaint.

How Perfect, now I'm late and
soon to be misunderstood.
I tried to be on time.
Now he thinks it was a joke, that I lied
when I told him that I missed him. I still miss him
(we never met after that)

I need to escape myself, escape this city
repitition never hurt so bad. Same old Streets Same old me
It’s time to mix it up, shouldn't be hard.
Accelerate til the lights blur together, the wrong direction
on a one way boulevard.

_____________________________







[5 Dreams the Sandman has Seen]

___________

To Sleep Until

Tomorrow will begin
when
my eyes have shut down in
Stretched
Retrospect, reflecting the day's
Thin
Lines strung taut, striking chords that
Bend
The oxygen, warping my brain matching
Trends
pretending to be real, to fool me and befuddle.
Back in
subtler times, the dream world was mine.
Then
I learned to share, and I dared with
Intent
to communicate the landscape,
Winds
blowing mindless weeds
Down
the hills to valleys,
combined
as one, once
again,
Big and
Thick.

___________________________

Another Fading

Hours after the music ceased
We danced amongst Spectating sheets.
The motion was one, the pulse, In sync,
In a dance no one else sees.

I led your eyes, instead of your feet,
Without contact, we both felt the heat
our bodies a fire of desire and need,
Extinguished without warning.

Your whisper, so soft, did grieve me,
A light, summer's wind in the trees;
”Perfection”, when I came unto thee.
All this, for you, had been just a dream.

And now it is clear, that I'll never be free
of the guilt that I feel, the discomfort inside me.
I lay here in lust, in absence of beauty, and
Come to my senses about what I seek,

Wanting what I cannot have, what I can't be,
Everything that falls through my fingers
Like sand. To clinch the ignorance of being
Just for a time and not eternity.

___________________________

Desire Falls

I wish that I could float
Riding fallen ashes down
Going as the wind goes.

Alas I remain
A boulder on the bottom,
beneath tides and all.

My blindness unseen
until light is reminisced.
Instead, Forgotten.

but wishes want nil,
being as such they are just
bubbles that I burst.

Desire claims not me.
For I claim myself, no other
as the mobile means...


For purpose.

__________________________


When Darkness Whispers

The darkness whispers malace
as the distant fires of electric wiring
light the pitch outside my palace.
I feel safe. The darkness croons,
but with a hum, I overcome,
and with these lights, I swoon
from fright... I am ruler of this kingdom.
I can't be afraid. What is nature
to a man of power? The blood in my veins
flows of gold, royalty. Pure nomenclature
assures my right to hold the reigns...
Right?
_______________________

Into the White

Slowly trudging through the banks of snow
My breath carries itself from my body
lifting quietly and slow into the whiteness of
the environment. into the wilderness. Into the world that we
cannot call our own. Trudging so painfully
through ice and snow i lift one foot only to
feel the other sink deeper into the white abyss.
unable to escape its purity of color, or absence thereof,
I trudge and i trudge, allowing my breath free reign
over the lands it can't see, for obscurity is painted
the same, in one color. Whiteness envelopes me.
Absolute darkness takes its shape and only imitates what
color cannot convey. I mourn the failure of movement as i
trudge along grudgingly, regretting the decision to stray from
whence i came. And in my memory i cannot recall which place it were.
And from my memory I cannot remember anything but white.
And the sound of my footsteps not only crunching the snow but tearing
through the silent drone of the wind.



______________________________





[3 Temptations]


_________
Suck

The siren sings sweetly to me,
Her name is Katrina, and on my soul
Tonight she shall dine.

Her body is that of Aphrodite,
My libido rages, Cannot control
shivers down my spine.

On top of me, she flows like crazy,
I feel her body, begin to grow.
And I'm no longer thine.

A sweet gentle kiss upon my cheek,
In my ear, warm, whispering winds blow
Desires, Like mine.

Into the eyes of passion I seek
The intimacy I have known.
And it hits like wine

Inebriating, Suffocating,
My ability to enjoy goes low
And guilt builds a shrine.

As I look, unhappy being
wrong, I Fold
Confusion's straight line.

____________________________
As tray

The Introduction:
To my seductress, with coarse
Orange hair, laying before me,

Forcing me to stare
Off in the fires of imaginary fares,
Where corruption is expunged

By the suction of this pair o’ lungs.
A vice without precedent, her
Evident destruction has me there,

Far from here – Disconnected,
With perspectives all my own,
In my head, oh, my head

Floating on dead waves
Near no shore, nor sure
Direction to steer.

Such flaws dictate this shape.
What I’m not defines my position.
That I am, is definition

Through infinite Dimensions
Collaborating. In truth, It’s too
Much to view, so Fewer try

To do it right, instead of striving
To view it all, and minds get mauled.
Only so much air will fit into a ball.

Only so much a man can learn before
He stalls, End over, in a tailspin of a fall.
He’ll scream for Silence, in his brain

There are violent tempests
Of all kinds, catering to the focus
And choke us as we resign.

___________________________

Tabloid

I can be a face amongst faces,
Smiling. Sharing what graces
I expect to extract on the basis
that, in the toothy haze
I can shine. In the crowded, ugly daze,
my beauty will place me
above the trees and chimpanzees,
As Diety.
Praise will rain down on me.
All of the acidity,
with criticisms binding the H to O,
will surround me in a bubble
bending light; a subtle
defense against time, keeping me supple
and young, concentrating focus
in a spotlight on my face, and hocus pocus
plastic magic will ensure i never age
as I move on through the stages,
my smile will never change. :D

I can be flat and paper thin,
Rended in ink to catch your attention,
Smiling. :D. Let that acid rain in
to slip past my skin, again
and again to corrode me from within.

For if I'm hollowed, I'll be followed.

Remove my depth, reverse the prism,
I need the mind and body to schism;
_______I need and exorcism________

Castrate my mind, Cut out my tongue,
All I need are my teeth, Smiling :D.
Too often, I speak wrong, defiling
The young, teasing libidos to sing along.
too often i speak,
Instead of
:D For The Weak.

______________________________






[2 Hearts Beating]
___________________

Luna Crescendo

I want to walk on top of the moon,
Bounce around aimless and free.
I want to see Earth stripped
of its political horrors and misdeeds.

But the view is best for two
and I'd love for you to come
Orbit this place above and out in space
as the world we know, finishes its run.

Out here the horizon is blinding
when the distant sun's rising.
A new day's a blessing, when the
skies back home show nothing but fighting...

I feel love out here.
I see truth. The atmosphere
is a shield from triviality.
Everything is so clear...

I want to walk the moon
and watch the impending doom
from afar with no one but you
by my side, for the last human ride...

For, when the world ends
and the lights go out,
I want to push off this stupid little rock,
And see what the universe is all about.

_____________________________

Writ in an Aeroplane O’er The Desert…

on this line for the umpteenth time
a lone above the road without you in sight.
again i write to see your reflection
bare on the page in my words and the curves
that my fingers paint. i think of
you clear against a haze of dreary, static;
white noise blazing across the fork
i took apart with when I departed (the scene) .
between these points of interest, little spaces exist
A to B, B to Z all the same
if you can't see it; BUT I can and it's gorgeous
as moonlite, shedding a reflected sol onto your life
diluted by distance, thinned then put to your skin
when we're dancing intune and white wedding perspectives
roll into our night still rooted by this dancing trend
kindling what would be without into sin
pero sin tu
pero sin tu
once again i'm absent-
cloud grazing into space...

Out.


_____________________________







[1 History]

_________________

The Winner’s Tree



When tribes had known no pride,
But in the lord that resided
Deep in their hearts, buried and dried
Out over time, idle and unwilling to side,
Or show a single sign that tied
And tethered the two together, They Denied
Their right, and without guide
led themselves into hellilsh lives.
Harmony disturbed, interwoven with lies,
The god that kept them grounded was slowing dying
Underneath a tree that night.

They left their young underneath that tree.
It was for the best, all three
Agreed. His father and mother knew
Who they would face. His brother
Cared not about the weak
One’s fate. They preyed over the tree
For nothing but victory. Sinners, all three.

From the distance came a soundless note,
That rose and Rose and ROSE and ROSE!
Slipping through the cracks of
Fate, born
Sounds of gore.
“We’re late.” Implored
The brother ,”Our kindsmen need our swords!
We must shake spears o’er corpses,
Bloodshed is the only course
I choose, and a true brother would follow lore.
He’s none of mine anymore.
Can’t stand against the evils in store,
It’s not our concern, anymore!
It is our duty to restore
The past our father’s bore.
He’s too weak to even speak and I’ll wait no more.
Leave it to god to oversee his poor
Soul. I’m done with this chore.”
And turned his back in scorn.
his mother kept silent. Torn,
his father dryly wept for
The day’s immoral Wars.
They left him underneath the tree.

The storm had come, but he couldn’t see.
Past the curtains of leaves, clouds were billowing.
Rumbles of footsteps, and friction and frenzy,
Thundered beneath His weight. Whispers softly
Sang tunes of wind breaking ‘gainst branches.
he was listening to the lullabies
He left for him underneath the tree.

When he opened his eyes
he saw, for the first time, skies
Of grey and lands laid flat in white
And black with red stars bright
And even. All even. Unbalanced despite
The answer given. Silent insight
Enlightened the one
He left underneath the tree.

Waiting for his family
The weak one found sleep
On the perfect grass, above roots deep.
Comforted, he had no need to worry,
For he heard the words in a scurry,
Moving over the lands so freely,
Free for those who are listening
Between two canopies, it’s instantly
Clear that no fear will stop the deadly
Cycle, for it circles and feeds on its own energy.
Death could not step beneath the tree
Because death was not free,
And on this day, quite busy.


The victors that came dressed in soiled gowns.
Without a name, and no renown,
he stared them down
Carrying his newfound crown
Of confidence grounded
By roots of truth profound.
The bloodied warriors sounded
Off in jest at this little boy, and pounded
Their chests, “Is your mother around?
Or are you a bastard of these fallen scoundrels?”

Whispers resonated around him,
Gusts swirled from within riding the wind
That translated for the men;

“I am with my mother now,
Forever and forever will she be the sound
That fills the silence surrounding us.
You’re violence is unjust, but does not scare us.
For she has a mother, and she as well, so just
Leave me to peacefully fade on such
A night where I’ve learned too much.
Leave me and you’re kind will be spared the touchless
Existence you vie for. Take me and there will be no more.
Forsaken, you will die for nothing, Ruled by weaker men
Who suffer less because of your ignorance
Ripping out the lungs of the lord we share
Suffocating the land until there is nothing there.
Leave me be, I do not plea, I order thee”

“He must be crazy,” harked the hound,
“Cut out his tongue and we’ll sell him for weapons.
I’ll not just stand here while he threatens. Get him!”

Tears of His father poured out of his veins,
the knife was blunt, sacrificing no pain.
he saw no humanity, nothing to save.
Atop the soil his grave was his haven
The Truth beneath the tree, forgave him.

And him alone.

___________________
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(... But today, I stepped aside, into the light
And let a butterfly into my hand.

I felt its feet, so petite, scanning my skin
And I began to pet its thin wings, gently,
Soothingly, cooling and curing my Fury.

Watching it float away, I lost it, in the Sun
That made this meeting, blinding me, fleetingly.


When I awoke, I walked away from the canopy
That shaded every stolen ray of life from me.
Through the darkness of night, on to the next sunrise,
Smiling.)