Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Monday, November 9, 2009

mind the gap

mind the gap between the humps that trek across the sands
through the loophole withered away by the hour's passing time
observe the path of the deceitful, slithering over dunes
and that of the vultures, beacons of a once burning past
filling their hollow souls with the corpses left from our rampage
i seek to find the top of mountains without knowledge of their sides
where life is birthed and fires kindled for signals to the eyes of sky
the peak is the definition of our journey, sure closing in on cowards crossing
those who stop to rest won't start back walking, running, effortlessly into the darkness
they've waited for - ever - and return to in their blindness
light naught produced for work's sake, but rather held in the hands of those who craft
useless lamps fostered by the clan won't keep the path steady for new adventurers
the rays of light beaming collect what resonating frequency we receive from above
lacking
unfaithful
undeserved
benign
we may not claim to mix the potion that saves the next life
the recipe is brewed on ignorance and a path equally forgotten as blood spills
reticence of youthful dreams will echo in the minds of the strong
the weak, unwilling - fallen to the corruption of safety
forgiveness purchased, tickets unredeemed - who keeps our hearts for us when we sleep?
Forever we walk
Yesterday we ran directionless
Today we make a map for others
Tomorrow we rest, but not until then

i seize what eye sees

Retinas blaze with the hardships of the open seas
I seize what eye sees
Polarized manifestations of happiness ring clear
Optics blinded from youthful intellect, minus wisdom
Indolent gangrenous sores spread like a rogue psychic
Entering the minds of the weak webbed serpents of night

Undulating vibrations seek a shadowy home in canals for tyrannical passage
Furious harbingers of death ride over the swift shifting sands
Without pain there is no consequence to sparse reality
Opportunity finds the adventurer, for he has been classified
The transcendental ego roars to remain true to entitlement

I hope to bring you up with me, to the heavens shining bright
Beneath the sky but before my eyes, we'll reflect amongst each other
Like a blasphemous compass directing the lemmings to their fate
Entranced are the sea-dwellers that lurk in life's tepid waters, alone
Where are the fish to feed the dying souls of the corrupted wanderers?

Just as you've requested, the feast has arrived, though the gusts of spirit move onward
To the next party to cross the line and finish what's been left to die
In the ghastly graves of many misers who've hindered all processions
The progress made towards the tooth of the repented savior have been halted
I hope you have made additional plans, maps are never too accurrate

Do not speak or shout
Eat quickly and fully
Die slowly and empty-handed
Use all of your resources
Just don't be yourself
I'll be someone else
So close it's invisible
To the naked eye of truth

Gripped in my hand there is a flask
What's inside you mustn't ask
If we begin to ride our path short
The life we resolve will coldly abort

If hazy fog has clouded your immaculate vision
Beware the clandestine dogs proudly ready to imprison
Open up your luminous doors, steadfast shopkeeper
There are those waiting for signs from the shadowy reaper
Doors open like mouths shut for listening
Babies immobile down for a christening

i lust for death

I lust for death, to see the clarity of our liquid unity of overbearing trust
The closest you may expect is at the edge nearest your life's advance
I want to kill, to be the being enjoyed by the time we treasure in our vagrancy
Potions mixed for system's self-innocence lay blame on goats scathed by religion
I kill for god, the one that makes example of the completeness of death; to die
The remainder for our sacred life presses lips damp with sickness on cold flesh
I am god, the life of the name of the body of our single group. We can't compate
The message is lost inscribed on tablets of more metal on contorted sands, glass
I see through you, make myself comfortable in the numbness of your skin, feeling air
The water that commits to saving us won't evict the strangers you invite to be contained
To kiss lips of sinners would propose life to those who had a chance, to fuck lips of lovers would unite the passionate fire of a future to exist; we want it all, having nothing

free-flow

Illusory constructs cloud the vision of holy entropic molding to the zenith of mind, closed open like a door and without the knob available in the recoil of blank portability behind the jagged ways of perverted souls invite the remotest of civil opportunity through eloquent reasonability constrains the likeness of being the singular concave of the mesh of netted worlds, men of spider silk invoke the chains of society that entrap the slightest of men who seek to live yet never begin on their own and instead work for the being of the gods whom justly kindle the fires of burning souls entering and passing through the vapors emitted from worldly portals closed to the membranes of the cells we are imprisoned from releasing to the cosmos of interjectory thought and divine cognition finalizing the substance of gore and putrid flesh made new again through redemption

fight fire with fire

Fight fire with fire with heavenly blaze to the innocent kindling ember of truth
This tiny smoldering symbol of justice is seen to those close as the brightest light
A beacon for lost souls, swimming in bowls, cans, cubes, boxes made of sand
When we realize our skin we push away and make again, a tight canvas of flesh covered in lies and fucked reality imagined through leaking grey matter
Plundered and destroyed, the cities of our minds speak to each other through immobile communication, words indescribable to those we immortalize and hope to amortize in the society of humans, beasts, worms and the greenest leaves of springing earth
Move your foot and step the next, watch but don't walk, walk but don't watch
Choose emptiness over a full mouth chewing blames and tails of harrowing adventures, the body remains a motion and cannot be explained or supported, there's no reason it lacks what we may hope to possess
We'll gain nothing if we try
Lose everything if we begin anew
Brand new - choose what we will eat and listen to what we feel
Pushing harder and longer and smashing the ignorant brains against the most intelligent of minds hly from being fucked by the soldering dicks of society, we can't make it past the scrap metal of our blank past, projected to black futures, that's all we'll get
Let's just be happy
Fuck off
Inside me
Outside

we are but voids

We are but voids which oscillate in the memory of Fortune
To those who identify closest to the calamity of consumption submit to the absence of the remainder - that which justifies our clinical outreach for solidarity
Solitude can cultivate the harem of replenished fearfulness devoured by the blackest dying days in obstinacy
Crackle under reticence when frail bones of manufactured youth
A trophy to a life once sought when the ticket's torn and the ride is through
But who will take the photograph in the spacious mind of the most ignorant of a mob
Let's hope for gerunds
We rule our lives tight-fisted with blades to our wrists and ropes around our sour necks that spit the words to start the falls of blood spilling on top of forsaken soil
The gods are dead just as the men awake, moving to clear our souls of the sins inhabited in corpses walking through the motions of a stagnant species
We reach for power, tainted strips tantalized by desires forlorn
Projections of the pages lay the feathers on dry bones for waste as if created
That last downfall seemed to undo them all
Why hope for more when leftovers are stolen from those making security for others who throw it away - tossed into a blaze that burns away the development of mechanical time
The frame which pictures us in a glazed underworld committed to a support of beings who can't support themselves
Whose love is purchased at garage sales of waves through the past and juxtapose the self desire to radiate through identity with the master of our guidance in ways through paths drawn over with sticks through sand and tide over a soft workspace for statehood
Sell yourself and reap the profit of the benefit we extend - to ours - to one
We can find it if we lose it all, the things that have been given to us by robbers in the night of shadowy justice, the crooks of mathematics square our income like barons
Keep steady those tired eyes on the harrowing journey we've already completed
It feels like we've been here before
Let's exchange eyes and view the world from our feet, they cross the same path yet make a single trail in the fragment of psychotic historical minds, a systematic method for the incessant bong rips of humanity
Each birth a test of death to get a lick sweeter than before, we've all killed and some innocence may be claimed of those who sport blood on self-crafted garments
Adorned with ignorant virtue we appear never appear as perfect as we are, not on the inside but of the side betwixt the dice of life

secrets

ylerus uoy evas lliw dog
lla ot gnik si ecnarongi
llaf reven lliw learsi fo dnal eht
dehcterw dna live si yteicos
hcruhc eht ot yenom ruoy evig
snoinipo 'srehto ylno kaeps
nisivelet dercas eht dloheb

belie believe be live

clusterfuck radius spews outward
harbingers claim noose is coward
vagabonds preaching for god's intent
wishing well water poisoned for views bent
creep creep walking up to the mayor's doors
to keep destruction curbed forever more
at last we view these fallen heroes
piling up as media's disposable zeroes
cashing plots to ring our sultry necks
to wash our hopes and replace regrets
plug up nature's loving womb
lock us in this corporate tomb
shields come up as soldiers fall down
you paid your blood and can only frown
rain rain please go away
don't make us wake up today
shower me with all your tortures now
i'll graze on your lies forever a cow

ecoservants

The sun has peeked out today,
Sending forth it's lively rays.
An SUV ignition was mindlessly turned,
To create a path for more solar burns.
Al Gore woke up and flew his plane,
Contributing to all the acid rain.
He suggested that the ice caps would melt,
Claimed the destruction was clearly spelt.
Selling carbon credits to set us back,
Indulgences to get us on the right track.
Painstakingly warring on our guilt,
From eco trash to oil spilt.
When will the madness ever stop?
As seeds of knowledge harvest crop.

mind thwart

"All necessities provided,
All anxieties tranquilized,
All boredom amused." - Network

Demonize me for my thoughts
Because I live outside the box
You promise everything that I need
To saturate my veins with greed

You take care when I don't speak
Telling me my soul is weak
You drown in seas of anxiety
And try to pass it on to me

When I am calm enough to rest
You always have another test
To prove to you if I'm the best
Then take away what I have left

It's okay, I realize
You hide behind a sharp disguise
And when you try to sell your lies
I'll make sure to avert my eyes

today will be a dream

So I've been hooked up to this tube,
After first glance my eyes are glued;
When will my wings spread freely?

Fashioned into a network of minds,
Amongst them, there's no life to find;
When will the curtains fall?

With promises of a real safe haven,
People offered up to Satan;
When will eyes finally open?

Voices come from every corner,
Inserted across the glass border;
When will the triggers fire?

Slaying with invisible swords,
Words crafted just to strike the chords;
When will we finally wake?

Coaxed into a sudden death,
Believing Heaven is all that's left;
When will we take control?

It's time to get behind the wheel,
To lose our fears, to break the seal;
Now is all we will know.

make me go, rock and roll

I used to have a bright future
Until I broke through the suture
To keep me on my speeding cruiser
I had to become a grand recruiter

Bleeding out into psychosis
Breaking through all synapses
Each moment feeds the nightmare
Around each corner another scare

Loosing parts in all my mouth
Always heading further south
Can't stay still, keep on going
A river of time rapidly flowing

All out war against free time
Dig through trash to make a dime
Unlimited energy to commit crime
Wasting my life in a sea of grime

snowfall on shady grove

Living on a skating binge,
Mind has swung off of its hinge,
Sent me to the outer fringe,
Will I ever come down again?

Spent all day just for the fix,
Peddled time with circus tricks,
You'd think that it was just for kicks,
Until at last my needle pricks.

On a track for several days,
Cannot escape my lonely maze,
My mind is covered in icy glaze,
I wish that it were just a phase.

Back and forth to the dealer's shack,
Always happy to welcome me back,
Been pushing days on just a snack,
My train of thought well off the track.

Mind and body racing terribly fast,
With loops in thought I'll never pass,
My first time was such a blast,
The day I'll die is when I crash.

unity breeze

The tides that make me rise again,
Will certainly fall when lanterns dim.
Without my sense of trust within,
How could I bear to hold up my chin?

Thinking to myself late tonight,
I seek my forgotten source of light.
With harrowing virtues of solemn might,
I contemplate the next journey's flight.

Keep me here, right next to you,
When you catch me feeling blue.
Know that I want to stay true,
Against not knowing what to do.

Can you feel the length we have traveled since?
Is there another way you could try to convince?
Pressured
Measured
Just think about it
Before you shout it

walls closing in

so i've made plenty of my own mistakes
found a place to peddle with grace
locked up in this truly empty space
never thought of running away

so you feel that there is nothing left
treat me like all is lost and bereft
and as the message slowly crept
of all you saw, nothing kept

so we go down with history's desires
burned up in its passion's fires
a prophecy made for us to hire
spending our lifetimes to retire

spiraling foliage

"I'll be there tomorrow" you said to me with haste
Not understanding that today has already gone to waste
Without me you'd be here right now had I accompanied your space
With me you'd forget what kind of ruler measured grace

Begin right now and find yesterday, for you ran away too quick
The bitter taste will leave your mind with a freshened hearty lick
Start your brand new life built fashioning yesterday's dried bricks
And don't mind the business man when he empties your soul by ticks

locket dropped

Give me a high five and I'll raise you ten,
empty out your pockets and find what's left within.
Flurry by in nigh times forgetting what you are,
to treat another surly grinch like an open-bellied star.
Sew seeds of hate where the soils fill with worms,
find tomorrow a sunflower whose petals cause you burns.
Germinating the population all around this shattered globe,
spreading to the outer poles confirming what you should've known.
You beg right here for a new beginning,
but can't taste the last drop of an alternate ending.
Freedom from the left side and omission of the right,
nobody will enslave you if you've forsaken your own plight.

need a new note to hum to

Flippant vermin always fleeing fate,
emitting bleak garnish eagerly displayed.
Their hideous sense of poignancy rumbled
but for a moment in what fragments jumbled right.

Fast fixated on due course,
with little signs of remorse.
Caricatures flamboyant in clever disguise,
dastardly awaiting recourse to the surmise.

Where do we go when there's no one left to rob?
Carefully embraced where passions rise and throb.
Poignant journeys meet shambled futures surely
with regards to an affect trickled open sternly.

lost from behind

The floodgates open up wide,
allowing freedom to peruse the landscape.
Advisors reckon its intent as dangerous,
filled with the possibility for indelible change.
Eminent recourse in the stride brings them closer,
and they are blind to what they see as it nears.
Tearing through space with voracity,
love running deep and vast to all corners.
Those who have full gullets beg for more,
rather beg that others give up their own.
For who's sake? MINE.
The ones who forget what is said are right to pass,
for it is ungrateful words the others speak as lies.
Clairvoyant remedies are ingrained in the mind,
seek for forever what you will never find.

finally

Do you find that you have the time
to let your stresses fully unwind?
Can you bear the strength of mind
to offer your energy and be kind?
Will you sacrifice all that you find
to realize life presents itself to the blind?
Try to understand that there is no 'mine'
and a host of love around you will brightly shine.

testing

periwinkle promises embroidered on your epitaph
remind me of a dreary day where not a single one could laugh
staring round an open fire, pitch black was the night
a loner started to the woods to embed in us a fright

telling stories and making smores
spending the evening doing chores
it took too long to notice what we needed
a simple message that should have been heeded

clarity rings in these byzantine walls
echoing off what sweet melody falls

kneeling near a twisted fate

there's a reason i don't go out anymore
maybe a few of them, the times grow like bones split
paths cross to meet where fortune finds them
ready for anything, a grand forest to explore

well, deep beneath the shroud of leaves
there exists a fragment in my mind, holding the light
it shines like a lamp, urging me forward on this path
amongst the scattered bones beneath rotting trees

picking apart wishbones, only thoughtful thoughts of where my mind would cross
just as the path split, the words flew off the tip of my tongue
earnestly seeking a page so thick and soft as to soak up all my pen's ink
embedded in its murky lake, new home was found in its natural loss

begging fate and the remedies which i knew were for the best
clinging to the sunlight as it peeked between the trees
i see what connects me to my work as it finds itself at peace
and allowing that loss to make things whole is certainly the test