Recovered Oldies

2010-2013


Brain Itch

Good morning, midnight, I hope you slept alright

Before your spine slithers and skin crawls and thoughts drop like hard stones
Before and after death, before your brain's itch?

You're the perfect scratch, to feel the music on your face
You can be a starling, darling
The colour already drips from your wings
Composing a wave of dance beneath you
Let the storm drown away, even bitterly, in that marvelous pool

Trace it now, eternity
With your fingers or your sharp claw
Turn your head and let the cold bare looking eyes glance off your smooth neck
Wrap your heart up tight and squeeze it's life out and all over

Let the sun rise against you as you laugh with the moon
Curve it's fire and calm it's wrath
Steal the warmth for yourself and brim your soft star-eyes
Daring eyes that swim keen in and around this place

Release your grip on the clock, you sense time is listening
Lick your lips and smoke your golden ticket
Embrace the fine sieve and fall free

None will cling to it, no matter how we try to get heavy and wet

...and eternally

...and eternally

just as icicles hung,
as the bell tolled for
all those: through
the hustle and bustle of a
surging state,
may confuse themselves
by materialising time
and be left
trying to find
whom they really are, milling
about in a field of unrooted stalks
of feeling,
and its growing absence.

In a whimsical swirl, sincerely
the wind picked up, a barging gust and with it carried a
colorful tune, inky hues;
bluish-violet
- its chill settled on surrounding structures,
sparing no able-bodies from the seemingly sudden prickle of its wintery grasp;
clasping a hold and steady gaze on the winning pockets of time.

It was the time of year when society; and its go along standards,
were likewise at the peak of their theatrics.
The Great Divide between those who bathed in the versatile emitting vim of electric candlelight and speckled
bursts of starlight;
and their counterparts,
who portrayed inconformity,
and over-all retraction
of said former beliefs as a whole.
Rather, reluctancy conceived
an iconic glance inside the other’s
supposed valueless philosophical spheres.
The latter, true land-crawlers in like-mind
and spirit,
seeking self-enclosing gloom in the typically envisioned sight-quenching and sense heightening systematic glow.
Choosing to embrace it’s emptiness, a mutter of reasoning spattered in a dripping fashion depicting a strong-willed bottomless-pit, on either side
a non-sensical sermon of binding contrast.
Because of this, the global heart’s beat was seemingly a slanted hypotenuse of garden-salad scale,
utter pandemonium was constantly proportionless
in its static inconsistency.
The true benefactors resided far and between,
this cyan turned blank halo effect
created a rusty parasitical
breeding ground layered through and through
the final encompassing idea,
scolding hot cellular agitation
and sanctuary
of crevices, left to their own devices.

Quizzically,
Guess is the make-up and come-down.
It makes up for its hiccups, puckers up;
and with faith;
kisses its wings,

and tries itself, with regular visits
to key-wholes and key-holes
to hole loops, the point

from paint; and kites in flight too...
With rebound-able terminology,
it keeps busy.
Infinitely; ultimately betraying
itself by double-crossing and second-guessing.

One day,
the sun came and went and
never came back.
Although all the folk were unaware of this when it happened,
the sun left a dropped seed of
continually: exponentially multiplying sombre hints.
Archaic reveries of anarchic revelry
where ‘chic’ became ‘posh’
and vice-versa...

and the people,
in astounding disarray
instigated a swooping storm
who’s eye singed, writhing in agony
ripping it’s essence
this way and that.
Well, wishy-washy...
Consequentially, consequence of previous preludes
were filled with a lack of morality
and,
unable to determine any elapsing of time,
moments died and bled into a moment,
hours into Now.

Positivity cannot be found here,
because the dimension of time still stood its own test-
the people just really could not place their finger
on thinking much past anything in the past
that they lay on or
clung to.

The memories thought to be retained for it own honest revelation were actually mere wisps and clouds,
Ghosts of the Known.

Without credit to find purchase in stable grounds,
they had thrust a spinning droplet of their initial universal
Universe and its initialization
into a paradoxical parallel
polar hell
in purgatory or vice-versa.

Some day

Parts of him,
can't breathe inside a lover's head

Parts of her, cannot rest inside a lovely mind

Test the strand, to discover it's dead
It's too late, it's already blind

Forget it,
I hope I never get assigned

I never come from behind

Their sparkle in hand,
squeezing to bind

Early re-sign-ment
Knocking Upstairs for some severance pay
No,
but inheritance on the way

Blue water,
a beautiful flame

she said,
when she's gone some day

I, like a bird and Your Smile (2010) -Sarcasm* yuck...

I, like a bird


A dreamy orchard,

Like gentle pink petals in the East
Carried into warm drift by a playful breeze
Soaring up beyond the Divine.

As sleek and sly as Dusk,
Dawning on the world as
A soft vanilla-tangerine sky
Of infinite depth.
Reflecting the terrible, dark and mighty ink
Of the ocean waters.

As a nightingale is song
Smudged into a crisp charcoal night,
Joined by the calm whistle of the wind and
Rustling of scattered reeds.
Underneath which the earth is taking deep breaths,
Releasing buds of tangible tone.


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Your Smile... 


Your smile mirrors the dazzling glint
In your starry, soft velvet eyes
Their sparkle resonating essence preach
Elegance and truth.

The warmth of sunshine
Lingers in your creamy,
The beauty of the Universe
In your passion scent,
In your perfectly warm kiss taste.

Dimples like the dip of a peach,
Ivory intrigue, filled with devilish wit,
Measured by sheer light
Innocence and Grace.

Mesmerization of
Stunning maturity,
and enticing features.
Presence alone banishing those
Sullen and un-moved.

Angelic melodies of joyousness in
Wonder bound within the vibrant landslide
Of your dancing steps
An excursion of colorful symphonies and oil hues

Entranced by fascination of all that is,
Your mind captivates,
but your heavenly soul enthralls.
A moon-like beaming beacon of embrace,
Pure substance.

Nothing Like Being Dead

That ain't nothing like being dead
An empty house - a severed head
Drifting, a dark trench
Going to bed - elevator sink like lead

Ain't nothing like seeing it,
The second glance - The hidden wince
All those stories melt away like mints.
It ain't nothing like knowing it,
that it all keeps beginning and it won't stop.
Start dancing at the very top.

Your Honor, your Excellence...
Am I guilty yet?
Nothing like knowing it's wrong to place bets.
Am I wilting yet?
Hopping over the black picket fence

In your defense, you are a human
And I hear industry over there is boomin'

It's kind of like screwing.
Looming like a sweaty cloud
Like Source - Heaving in the heat of the heavy-sticky crowd

Ain't nothing like being dead,
Watching from under the ice-
Reading the freshest scriptures

Going Anywhere

I perch on the edge of the world
a concrete alcove for me to bury

Scribble down tantrums and visions

in hopes to make sounds

Like nestling against a tree trunk.

I breathe relief

The stars are bright, up here

Planes are mere rumbles against a steady hum

Soothed, and my structure melts

Air is calm, significant

Like being in a dream, and remembering your life

The tension eases off my temples, over the top of my ears
and out the back of my skull

Negative space is all that matters now

The things around things

I concentrate on the hum, or is it a whistle?

It seems as though it may also be chatter or a chirping.

I'm not so sure the Earth is making that sound

It sounds like some sort of energy field.

The pictures are off in my head.

Like I'm hung on a void after all.

But there are always distractions.

Like a dripping faucet

Today, it will be a rich man's faucet
Fresh

It definitely sounds like chirping now, and it's layered

Maybe it is just in my head

But why would I create that? I doubt it.

The is also a bird nearby, in a birdcage

But he is quiet now.

There is another layer, inconsistent

Brrw Brrrw Brrw

I'm going to sleep this isn't going anywhere

Civilized-Servants' Theme Song (2010)

There is no symphony.
Stop your search.
And look into the eyes of the alligator clergymen.
The sloping monacle of the croaking frog conducting nursery surgery.

The slightful eyes of a blightful boast.
A tarnished broach of pain and perjury.

Fanfaronade blissful soaking without minor foes invited,
It's been here all along delighted,
Tilt your umbrella to the Theme Song.

Loathing's a shark,
But what did you borrow, the fee is
There's no today, when there is only
tomorrow, costing
Sorrow's a symbol to wash rules away,
To clash of a cymbal is not needed
to play, though
Knead your gingerbread, man
Flattens his own
Baked for the sake of
Keeping teeth strong
Longing to sink yourself, in impending waters, Time
Daughters of martyrs are left only dollars,
Shearing the cheer cloak,
Cheer mutates dismay muddy signals,
Sailboats tug friends along
Bend gongs of solar-plexus mingles
Lusting effect infects
Affection's frightful intention of which the sizzle
Perplexed by the thought of heaven's ascension.

Loretta, Loretta

oh Loretta, Loretta
You`re kind of cute
You`re not the perfect lady
but neither am I, so

I`ll find someone to save me
For now while I weep
Oh loretta, I`m meant to be with you

oh Loretta, Loretta
Walk a day with my shoes
You`ll find that painlessness
Has a part in my show
We gloat and boast,
and host the Glow
Warm and deep in these sheets
Oh loretta, stars align for you

oh Loretta, Loretta
You`ve got me confused,
You`re not the perfect lady,
but neither am I, so
I`ll find someone to cave me into
little sleep,
Oh loretta, I dropped the whole ball for you

Opus Magnum

I`m not trying to write my magnum opus,
I`m shooting for robust and perky like a lotus
Right wrongs like a soldier but let no guns control me,
No nuns console me

Rabbis and their bruchas
Pimps and their hookers
Witches and the hocus pocus, and the only thing
that holds us is focus when were snapping,
Buying happy with minutes,
Wind kid, you`re laughing and that remote-control
is the lever to your trap, shit, i`ll be show business
and never get a real deal, clap,
cause my shits crap,
and that`s  whack, because i ransack my mind,
Steal lines, is it a pearl?
how is it defined?
Will I refine myself a dandy dandy.
Will I come in handy, find myself
branded drinking brandy
Will we be family, gradually,
I`ll find it in every nook and cranny,
while they scam me, plan for defeat
I`m damned if I fuck you, I gotta fuck your granny, like canned meat
I wait patiently,
Distate for the elite, even though I wanna`be
Hungry for the race, out of the gutter, flee
Smothered in pasty money honey sleaze,

I dodge the webs, and step through the gated dreams
My mind left my head quicker than laser beams
Trying to pretend, everything is what it seems

When you`re at your peak,
on the cusp of something.

Ran into the rough

Ran into the rough to be the stuff of legends
Thought he tough enough to bleed across the Heavens
Stealing faulty lessons from your lips, rich ideas severed
Clever treasurer knead the dough before it`s leavened

Gather all the sentences in to a bed of feathers
Relentless recklessness in the midst of holding on to pleasure
I judge the weather from the sparkle in my eye
Never saying never scar my heart until I die
But I`ll never lend my hand to a guilty passer-by
Still struggling with the semantics of forgetting how to try
Sit here and wonder why, I hesitate before I dive
Meditate on how to re-create a better life

Climb aboard, and co-lapse in time
Opiate my mind until my bluff is blind
Take it as a sign that I`m punished from the grind
And I`m trying to unwind, but I worry about my drive
To move forward, scored third place
Separate from my soul and my motor
Chased it with cola, because i`m bored of the taste
Of scotch, cocaine and this heroin I hear is laced

Wasteful in the talents I erase
Case-closed
Encased in the challenges I face
Embrace that it`s all just a phase
And tomorrow me and you will just be another maze
Brace myself against the wind
The current took me to home-base to see my friends again
Rode the main vein train for a while
Sporting a smile, wipe the blood off the tiles
Rode it for miles past the setting sun
Lasted so long forgot where it had begun
Exfoliate in sand, open up another can
Hear another band, relate and hate another clan
I jam it all together

Say the same fucking thing in a milion fucking ways
So that I can bring a clearer mirror to these pages
Dedicated to ageless ancients wading in a pool of patience
In a cave, entertained by countless wagers
Make-shift mages strip you naked
Faked the cages that keep you, demonstrations
There`s no bars besides the ones surrounding relationships
We should be together swimming like a school of fish

Eternal bliss, is not for me
I just want to kiss and exist and be free
I jump into the mud and I come out clean
But there`s more to come, I`ve seen it in my dreams

My blanket 2

Diluting my commute
Recruit
All the hours that went to
Regret, when ive wept

When Ive spent every cent

To repent,
To what end
I`m still getting bent
Im not Christian
Im sacrificing, pretending its Lent

Persuasions still kicking
From my smiling face
To knock your teeth missing

I got shook
And came to a bubbling brook
Inukshuk gave me some kind of look
That said you`re going the wrong way

So I looked up through the skylight
Pirate ships passing by in the white-washed sky
And I relied on that eyesight to guide, myself
Blackened my white lies to night

Defying all existence
Put most my fingers between the pistons
An aerial feral
Rain parade on the facade ghost trail

Withstanding prison
With all the wanna-be gangstas with colourful handkerchiefs
Well-to-do bankers with ties gotta noose-like fit
And fucking canker sore loser type description

That isnt all of them
And I dont know what the fuck im saying
Dismay preys on the words im spraying
But it lays waste to some kind of curb thats played
Or maybe just gives a face to the hurt, pain and hatred
Trapped within my blood, sweat and tear stained blanket

Humania

I glued to Humania


Infinity, a paint brush

Burn them through callously Alice


Realities, a passing glance


With purpose claw for purpose


Waste me finality


Shield you from the shrapnel


If you'll collect me from my shadow

Gold

GOLD

Jewels are formed with truths and
Our moon might decay

I could take you to the Everglades
Undertake in the heavy shade
Heaven`s gates can wait today
At least until we pray
Bathe in the honey gaze
The maze makes you stay
Wade in the shining sea
Starlight beauty
Laze in the hideaway
The phase never fades away
In ways of a Midas-face,
Gold can never stay,
I will look for taste, on another day,
Until I find my zoo, I'm true blinding-grey
Jewels are shaped with glues and
our moon might decay

Trudy

Things aren't always the way they seem but:

Lost my writer's block to her
She took it back again
I'm a miracle boy from nowhere,
In my pockets I got a key,
No fear, I'm not scared to play fair
For that door I stole away from the night before
A second glance it's a brass ticket to a softened mind
Maybe it'll straighten my spine
Dime bag and a bottle of wine
Crime pays when there aren't fines
Sealing time in a ziplock toss it out the window
Flashes of the hip-cock and then the crescendo
Feelin' tip-top, been there before
Beer, sneers, butterfly ears and oh my lord!
I don't even have to force it, repetition breeds habit
and of course
it gets coarse when we've left the hammock
I swear nothings planned, seems as skies gone
Call me bandit alien landed
Can't stand it I sand away the friction
Sad part being there's no precision in my mission,
Deliverin my diction, c'mon hold on to my gun
I'll show you some of my wisdom or gism or whatever, love

She opens the door, and I know my looks sheepish
Childish, evil twitch
Devilish, that inner eager squeamishness sometimes ya just can't delete some shit
Tuna fish baby gonna' keep your head strong
Come on over here, save me, I can't stay much longer
As I redefine the lady inclined for doing favours,
Savour it, the pay me respect love me later it's
Crazy but what I've come to expect when it tapers, in fits
Hate lures us back, love endured the sunset though
I'm an optical threat to my lobotomy debt
Crawling out the crypt hit with a force of light
Been called a dumb piece of shit but I'm coming back tonight
There it is, her knife, my whip, and I get the slice
Am I making stupid decisions or just throwing faulty dice
Lying beside warm loins tonight,
Glide to slide out the door to the store,
So I can pour it down my throat to take flight

Touring a dirty gore drive-in, I'm morally bored
Could be flailing a sword but I feign to afford a mic

Tight lips tits, clits amidst some fancy tickling
Plenty sips and hits got me wishful thinking
The tugging dips low, I'm sinking
Winking unblinkingly linking a kink in the air-flow
Rinse my face at her sink, a look-a-like, a scarecrow
Bare-boned bought up all the booty
Smothered in blushing soot dodgin' moody
We're hoppin' on one foot, laughing, cruelly
Seems to be the way it is,
I'm sorry Trudy

Windows of Song (2009)

Dowery of yellowing wallpaper
Chirping as it rips.
Red as ashamed,
maleable and bruised,

Tossed loose in a cauldron of clueless endeavours
We claim,
Careless ties of amnesty,
Uncorked tampered myths,
the air we breath,
Bounce along the hare decieves,
No symphony in the land of hesitancy,
In self-cleaning portraits
of nestling tenants
A gold-dust contraceptive,
the dimorphism of pheasants,
Rest a contortionist's sword,
strung in Cupid's bow,
a flailing patriarchal bulls-eye,
make-shift mistle-toe.
Your mother is tedious,
Your father exact.
Your father is tedious.
In eyes of Zeus flies a
stork with a cat.

Bluenose

Ravage the food and fruity wine
thrown your way

And your home will smell lovely
and of pine

There's no time;
to tamper with the damp and heavy fabric,

The cloth of life.

It's fibers are sopping, tiring

Making your bow,
like raindrops on a stormy deck

Believe
words are sure and certainly
fierce,

They are as steady as the waves she breaks
as she sets out on her plotted course

and opens her sails to the wind, gracefully

Petals

Hooked on the flower
at unnecessary hours
longing to be
it's nectar sweet yet sour

Delighted, I shall cower
Whence came the Dark Tower
the Childe must speak!
definition without power

Beneath the spokes,
the whistle sound broke,
rolling through smoke
missing the stroke;
of the ocean.

The trip flying the crawl of the crypt

Revolving one tool to make way for room,
Timing space,

Zooming away on your broom
To the eve of atomic lace

As you mark its latticework bath
And swerve the question
A bulb to light a wonder and laughter path
Wander to join the gang without congestion

Swear to Be
When you get there you can see
(What was thought to be only heard, a shepperd’s steely woolen herd guided by a nightingale bird )
You won’t miss being here
Once the world is lit up
For all to peer

The black light too has open powers
Leaking drips of indigo’s lovely ink
Their olden milky ways forever soured
The Grapevine
Span lays in links

Draping the grasp of knighted eels
When we kneel
Worn forms of frothy patterns ascend up and out, forever purged
By all beings, a glowing halo now illuminates
Swinging hinge of perennial silver voids
All odium of abominates with nullifying idyll pastes,

Emerged
that which is graceful, freely swimming in a puddle of goodwill, dissolve with a sweet and salty kiss, a blessing on timeless gates
molten shades of a labyrinth amazes
a prediction of benediction
the hearth ignition, Birth of the phoenix

Stargaze burning into the marshes melting fizz
Gone distinguished limitations generously adorned doves
Shooting up, loves a star bullet fix
Into Omega's veins, a storing of fuzzy buzzing snores

Going in further, vibrating through a tapestry of nature’s zibeline

A moratorium on the hourglass of the father of time
Shavings of mercury rain down as his scythe brushes his beard away
Ebony's pitch-black song as far out as the ear can hear
I can see orion’s atrium is not so far away

Nebula Screen

Vestibular Nebula in a Roving Reflection Oven around Time:

Spinning fertile vessel of knots of nothing projecting a vertiginous spherical everything...

The Silver-screen

Gazing at this silver-screen,
wondering why 

I gave away my money
to do so,

Staring into this

mirror

Can I ever really look past myself?

My train

My train went over the horizon, the pen fell from my hand.
I turned to face the clock; it displayed nearly double dozen.
I sighed.

Looking over the walls, I squinted; blasted by the hospital walls.
Mind and eyes played tricks, as usual.
I rose to adjust the lighting and settled into the dimness.
My wind a zephyr, I continued into the adjacent room to fetch some poison.
Taking a whiff; it was satisfactory.

Back at the desk, I began again!-
when an urgency overtook me, body clenched,
I got up to be relieved.

There was no time, on the way I let it phase into my head:

" the answer is the question
the question is the problem
the problem is answering with a question"

Washing up, I nodded simply at the silver pool,
barely recognizable but still;
ever-focused.

A mink in a Sheperdless Herd

lovely tummy
protected blubber and flubber
funny yoke-filled and runny
smooth as buttons that

gel your pants
enchanting every seamstress
enchanting satin kiss

skin like lucky stars in twinkle
an ever-present wave of simmering
glimmering embers and creamy vanilla lava clashing
Eyes risk the blooming lotuses of thick and blotchy ocean depth
Nature’s abstract arc, jetting into a nebula
reflecting beams of tranquility,
dream-like moisture, welling in reservoirs of elegance
you pierce through dams of absence
spilling this way and that
fountains of tidal whirls

vines of channeled power flow
a pebble skips loosely off a lilypad’s faceless guise
a ripple, expelling a surging dissapation
dissolving a cloudy shroud
of obtuse abuse of reality’s inner
working’s.

A knitted pane of conceptualized ideals, shattered
an unbonded sealant of fulfilling self-discovery embedded in a
chain of instantaneous gratification.

A mink in a shepherdless herd.

Sunscreen

icons are limp and temporary
here’s the answer
to the only query
life’s a bitch hold and parry
believe
and
there’s beliefs to bury


follow me in a hurry to
crawl n’ see you
work and spin a flurry
animation
where the mirror breathes
and the babies teethe

trees grow in constant flow
in eggshells there germinates a seed
love
forevers
all you have
clever enough to take that bath
this is now

never knew how
to
sever the strap-on tethers

time is fine when
cerebellum eyes blind,
weathered weeds and damp reeds
the sky lies only for good reason,
trust its view in cynics shoes

the squishy cosmic whole’s in you

Realities a passing glance
fantasize another’s chance

Hold contempt and make it dance
forgetting only sweet romance
crippled by dimples you wish it were simple

plain as can be, nomadic singularity
Always franticly respecting semantics
calculating a place to sleep
rejuvenate friends to keep

echoing rainbows depict
the sound of idea that
a voice once blew
throwing a knock at door of time
a rock ricocheting against universes window
a weeping black widow
-ed woman
spinning the world-wide web

hell’s for mondays
right-and-wrong, sing-song for fun glaze
soluble cuticles restless in
bio-nuclear cubicles
Binary and hairy
alleviation canary
get carried away

Coppertone

I puke pitch turn off the light switch
They're parking two-wide, rude lies taking space
Malaise contagion invade and brutally persuade a convention
I'll make confession, you're waiting for the yuletide, mute vibe crying shame

Enslaved by foolish lessons
The direction of the molds controlled by deception, jingle the goal and design by correction
Inflect the in-depth, infect and squelch breath, An abscess,
Digress to suggest reflection...?
Southern in the mutter gutter,
I'm contesting pests, jousting and fencing mouses like the Other brother, the lover undercover
Scum lord

I carry a book and a book of matches
They hold the bolt and i smack 'em with the ratchet
Hand a handkerchief to swipe the blood off and drop it on the caskets
A thank-you past-due for incapacitating the masses

Make no mistake, I congratulate your gadgets, psi-fi tangents
Slideshow rodeo abide-by antics
Granted, I'm frantic from the panic
Iceberg slaughter, Midas-touch banter,
Sigmund Potter,
With calligraphy tax earned romantic
but i'm mildly semi-pedantic
So i relax down and re-position the mag-lift of my tragic

Now with story magic, pretty pictures and bright little passages
Breeds pacified mule syndrome
and horny little masochists
Just another way to say the same fucking thing
After this, I'll write the way to freedom where i'd rather be
It's him, it's her, it's you it's me

I'd sooner start over making honey as a bumblebee,
Say i should start making money and i stumble on a cobblestone
Mumble and moan, hobble home
Too scared of the sun so you took a loan to douse yourself in Coppertone

Dec 14'

Gums

Moisturize til' my skin falls off with a bathtub stopper
My Grandfather clock in the corner, a look
That I've never seen before
Give him a talk

Glue me to shreds
Gum in your hair

Overbored, I'm overbored

Glue me to shreds
Gum in your hair

My name is Mood?

What kind of mood are you in?
Are you wanting me to get thinner than a rake in a bin
By the skin of your tongue on a lens
More bitter than a rug on a fence
Just a Rugrat with thumbtacks and Ajax of sin

Arm and Hammer yields impurity
Built the slammer with filtered Jesus stock-nudity
The camera is shyer than I’m duty-free

What do you mean when you say, Mr. Clean?

I hope to make the collective forever new to me
Hear you started from the bottom writing auto-eulogies

Go

Figured these words dark matter

Order over everything,
Bounce like a check

Cell in space

Roadrunning savannas

Images charge, change with childish concentration

Life has its way with you,

Like Gabriel when he slipped off his wedding ring like police flip sirens at an intersection

Figured these words,
Worlds collided, a slice sparked the clouds like summer

I'm a fucking rock-star
A soft spot to fly far

A letter-head maybe better read
Gold-plated hummer tests of residence

Naked eyes wide open buildings rise like address
No code

Valueless is property, so let it be

Go

City of Sea


The City of sea meant that it reflected glossy
Elevator rusty in the tunnel that scrapes the sky
The sun stroked the rooftop as it fought relentless ice
While some upholstered up above with buttons and velvet
From the great canopy fruit hung by spider web, misty in the wings

Trailing deals on unhinged tracks
Ready the troops for purchase
Fell like stones off the drawbridge
Twins, the storm-eye did

Lines in the dark, Letterhead

The bloody sunset oily lake like a painting

Zebra-hammock religion...
Souls get tired destroying Mars with a killer fist

Nov '14

Bap

Woke up on my back,
In my eyes the Sun blasts
There's snow in the ass crack

Somehow riding an iceberg, moving fast,
Broken off chunk of mass, heading down a smooth track

Relaxed,

I must have been drunk, feels like the holidays

Got that smile engraved in my face

City of sea meant

Heavy waters, forgotten fathers

Sad sullied daughters

Watercolour wonder,

Years melt like frozen tears to fill the body under 

Rise up with hunger

This wind feels good biting at my skin

A pinch to see if I'm taking it all in

Time's a blade, dull or rough
Maybe...

That's enough, cops, stuff

A renegade flake in your pink lemonade

When we be little, 

Push-up daisy's in the yard sale

My youth lazy memories

Ancient grain-fed Americans, 

Play-dead renegade

What peace? What cost?

We rest, wind's breath trapped in sky coffins

Side options, I'd offer my affection

But don't leave by God-woman

What is love? Baby don't irk me

Threw it back and forth through space for sport dirty,

Face north spit noise like a slave clock burdened,

Nervous tick talk, jitterbug, 

Case and point, corpse jury

Yeah I listen, I'll take tips

But I'm a plain artist, emptiness the main target

Aim archers, that tongue is hanging out of touch

Handle this, unanimous, smoke minds like cannabis

Hot black carbon glass

Stuffy attics, conscience dust panics 

A watchman, like the rest of 'em

Delighted in the sun, a vegetable in a field of kinfolk

The summit,

Sometimes I forget the spectacle

My blood cells are candles lit 'em up, they flicker clean

Red road to El Dorado sways, lighting the way, rebel to the plot am I hindering?

Nice

The most important thing in life is love

The only ambition is freedom to find truth

I worked fucking hard to start to be where I always was

It doesn't matter what you are as long as that's what you are

Your mind will always be inside your body

I thought and then I came to be

Because we want,

Some of it cold some of it hot

Some below, some on top

Some of you might think you have to bust a beat backwards, like army fuzz radio

Join the carny folk hatable

inflatable halos raised on barney show mistakes

Like I need to pick up some hours to bust capital out from the cages it rattles so I can eat red meat and others may think my smiles genuine

Get a needless purpose

My sound is original 

Clear-air of a neck breather I be invisible

In the physical, jet-blue colour cool as a leopard, don't take, effort's a prison

In the mental cave hollowed out with a disciplined chisel 

What good is all this space you left the fire place a sizzle and it's evading lights a riddle

The rain started to drizzle and the wind feels good on my face

Did you know star dolphins humbly chill with asteroids in the sky? Because I don't

Gun to my stomach no choice I'll gobble waffles 

The rain stopped and I'm wet

Bread too short got stuffed before lunch

If I look at time it's a blade dull or rough

Ideals were never meant for us to hold.

Guilty pleasure to deal with by understanding it

That's not peace on the beach where we don't live

Geronimo! Line our lives up like a timber wolf playing with dominos.

Destiny is about as real as it's impossible

I swallowed my tonsils they were acting up again

Anxious, as if I was trying to be responsible

Love the hope

Parasoul

I'm jumping thru loops keeping my attitude out of tune to prove

There's nothing fresh like the truth when it smiles like afternoon on a sad moon

Take care of those scarecrows, with loaded barrels, we got bows and arrows too, 

Flying in my winged murder of crews to slay and sleuth

Pale definition removed as the portal opens in the mirror that hangs in the bedroom

More than concepts flower

Abstractions bloom and petals perfume 

World is a spinning vinyl, I'm a needle by the groove 

Giving tattoos as tools to folks on stools who carry bad news 

Complimentary cashews, everyone likes free food

Impending doom is an heirloom 

The children are frightened it's all black-and-white, 

The picture moving before you is a cartoon

Drew by lunatics moulded to consume

I'm unaligned with paradigm or clever signs

Apparel, nike-Air servitude and hair-dos 

Youth shuffle slowly in cemented shoes,

Education's a waste, seeking validation, better tomorrow's 

never there to serve you

Slaves for the play-dough, never left the music booth

Slicing up factions, creates fractions, more moles for the whacking

A pacifist is a cynic who loses his rude, and takes a bath

Relaxes half-nude on a roof, getting tan-lines biding time by the fury of Lucy riding on falling nukes

Build my own school next to the sandbox

The left-wing's on sale today, no such thing as a lop-sided angel 

Bend their lies into halos, shorten long tails, a nail in the coffin

Rap this up nice with pretty rainbows and a name-tag glued

All the while hail the wail of snails trudging thru a snowy hell, building shells for God know's who

Underground

I went there in a hood to hide my face and hair
Sunlight shining down in town square
Where no one dares to go it seems 
Or they no longer cared to show themselves

I left town to see the farm-folk
Found the fields but there was no one home
How things grew I don't know
I walked by lantern toe by toe

I heard I should be careful
Tote a gun to be sure
Shoot at what you have to
You can never tell

My shell blasted out of a barrel
To meet the eye of the scarecrow
I think I like his apparel
I think I'll get that hair-do

I heard rambles from a fellow up above
There had been sounds from a spooky house
In the basement I suppose
It must be dark underground, playing with sparks
There's no energy in the area

I passed it by for now
Who knows what I'd find in there
I'd be lucky enough to reach the surface
Without being ensnared

I continued towards the hills
Where the wealthy reside
I heard they had some parties at night
But they mostly stayed quiet

I got an odd feeling passing the Evergreens
Every time I turn a corner I can sense something's watching me
The clouds are laughing like something's funny
All I see are bloodstains on white streets

I quickened my pace
The lamplight was faltering
John lived just up here
At least that's what the post-card said

Sweeter

All this anxiety and I should be positive

But it's fear that has me by the throat like a vice-grip

I worry about where to take a seat

Afraid that I'd position myself at your feet

Wanna puff trees like I used to 

Colourful leaves, sea in my vision, wavers,

Branches reaching down to me, unfruitful - 

Treasured - thoughts chase each other across the vast expanse

I wish I could to pin them down to recruit them

It's beyond sex, I would have cried if I wasn`t so dead

The beauty, verbalize it and it's gone like the wind

Abuse the pillow

Shelter in my dreams, signs projected for me that I couldn't pay attention to

When I was awake, living among you

Orbiting the truth

Home in the moment, try not to concentrate

Cold at the forefront, bones threatening to break

She knew that

Saw me playing with fire for comfort

Or she saw the burns left over when I was too tired to hide them from her

These kids want something

It felt like Christmas, but it was nearly summer

And I'm barely a gentile

And she wasn't always gentle

Respectable, head held high-like

Wrap my fingers around hers

And my nerves melt

Worth nothing, if it wasn't forever

Let you bring me upstairs like I've never been there

Impress my innocence

Make it real enough so we couldn't tell the difference

It hurts when your belief in the chains is the key to releasing them

She came to me this morning and we laughed like it was nothing

Holding hands under the sheets

Companionship, lovely,
 but it was a dream-

She's already gone 

Found another 1

Hair wrapped around your fingers like a spindle

Ring around the rose garden

The tethers been severed,

I no longer measure connection in distance

Or relationships in reminisces

Or displace myself with what I thought was wisdom

I knit my memories a sweater

A keep-sake where possession failed

To be love everywhere

Without a stare

Without a care

Instant

Sail swift my drifting kamikaze
Lift me to your graces
If you can
I blame you for everything
Who are you?
Did I make you then
When I grabbed a pen
Or when I saw what had been
Through that other lens
Reflection of a sail on the water
My only friend today
But daily 
You're there
Barely a care
Blanketing airs
With your affairs
Lets sink as a pair
I suppose I'm your captain
And you're just laughing
The banks the other way
So it's funny for both of us, isn't it?
Knowing there's no difference between us
Not knowing where we're headed, knowing there is no such thing as a visit




Disintegration

Treat the system like a lover and fuck it without a rubber

Johnny dropped off his apple seeds - we're all in trouble

If I had a penny for my every thought, I'd still be out of circulation

This is something I made on a graveyard - shifts from the basement to addicts persuasions

Objectively, who are these entities, swimming freely in my brain?

Make-believe deities, yelling they sacred, swollen from the tele - listen,

There's no enemies, you feel me

I've been learning

Observing with the earnestness of a child

The mind desires, grinding gears of empires 

I climb atop a spire and admire

Bats attack and spinal tap, blood splashes on sights they try to wire

Social order idle eyes blink, awkward and wild, 

Breathe fear-inspired fire, 

Tactical black heli-cats pass over grasslands en masse to defile

Fury in time with my rhymes, signs, thin lines blurred by the mile

Life's not a bitch, she's a woman that's curvy

Heard the news from the grapevine, truth smiles,

Signal received?
Secret police

Here to fry the circuitry 

I'm all about birth, so I murder out of courtesy

Sunburst thru the curtains, blasted with purpose, live thru mercy

I've been elastic thru the tragedy, snap-backed thru the battling

Thankfully I let me, plant my seed in the nervous, 

Grow me an apple tree in my vision, thirdly, I'm hungry

Thoughts beg me, they're too needy to serve me

I don't pity you, sorry, Sorrow,

Spare me your elegant sparrow

You live inside the issue

Kill me today like I will tomorrow, 

Re-invent the wheel, I'm here changing the cargo

What you're experiencing is

A product of conditioning, I'm not concentrating, I'm listening

While my tip of tongue is whispering

Effort won't bring you closer to the mission's end, 

Like the education, individual dismissal

We all want the same things, yet we lick the rock, bottom of the barrel 

Rebel yell, but you can't speak or spell cousin, try and raise a fist with a hand tied to a ballista, 

Wheel round-about, pop a canvas out, make the colours shout

This is nothing but a hand-out

It sorta be sorcery from the source

Don't tell-tale my heart won't melt, eyes dwell when I see angels

I knelt if they let me

Pass on the belt, 

A childhoods darker than it should be stuck where the brooms lean with a million tons a rufulin?

Mix the hero in, head swollen, chattering blood cells and the mood swings like heavy wind-driven weather patterns

I'm an umbra dark like military duty

Keep it, what's not suited
And don`t fuck with my music

Death


I'm Death. Feel me when you're trying to feel alive.

I'm expressed through these lines, when you're stressed about time.

I'm closer with every breath, I'm closest when your eyes are opening and you're trying to deny them.

I'm Death, I help you get things done. Hang over your chest and your head like the sun.

I melt away when you're having fun, when you're feeling blessed or when you're making love.

I'm Death, I make you look for purpose.
Try to find connections that fell below the surface.

I'm the dirt you sunk your beliefs in,
I'm a tree rooted in reason,
I'm yours like the seasons.

I can hold your hand at any moment,
I'll encourage you to keep going, good soldier.

You and I are not opponents.

I'm Death, haven't I been there every step of the way?

When life wasn't around, wasn't I there to play?

I'm Death. My rests create melody, there is difference between Hell and me.

You are Me, when your mind is occupied.

You hidden behind a curtain.

Do I still make you nervous?

Evening out

I'm evening out in the daytime

Relieving myself in the streamline

Forget about the wind of the rewind

I'm in the sunshine, appealing to the heaven inside to look alive

Always going back to drugs , what is that?

I'd rather take a slug to my cap, sick of mime hands

Beauty is in the eye that is smouldering

Music, I abuse it, like everything else that hurts me - I feel deserving, mercy

Boys need blue, the kidney's pink

I'm koi with the fish, swim in the tank

A limitless gaze thru a windowless frame

For God's sake

Wounded voice drips ink, my fingers sink in my ears and drink

Sometimes it's free, sometimes I think too much

Where nothing's never enough, call for the crutch

Soul crush, constants clutch

Blind spot, 
Safety hut
On my knees

Digging thru the mud

Once I wrote to Heather, to tell her, I couldn't be without her

Even though I'm clever I believed then I couldn't doubt her

Summer's over, that's your semester

I'm sober and I lost my four leaf clover

Playing poker with my head

To keep it blank, so I could jack another face

Stand in another place

Cancerous to erase shit that takes the time it takes

To register, but school's out forever

As long as I render the weather

With better endeavours

Too much sweat poured in pleasure, with a splash of punches

Today, I'll have my lunch in the kitchen, we'll talk while you wash the dishes

I'll write while you listen, let's make our single spirit kindred

A Wheel

Unfallen tears push my hair out grey

Refused to believe you could be feeling the same 

That the unburied dead are covered by the sky,

That I needed to teach the ideal, re-invent the diamond

You can get to Heaven from anywhere

You're plummeting, reach a summit before you die,

The road of patience is paved, 

Took yesterday to the grave, I'll be okay, 

I left the bouquet of flowers on the counter, though

Avert my gaze as they get sourer,

Watch the clock tower face as it counts hours

My mind wiped clean, rinse cloud, throw away the towel

Organized religious is contradictive

I'd give up my genetical imprint for a chance at true forgiveness

You can always recognize a god in good humour, 

You wanted the best, you got the best, with a kiss on the tumour

Stick the sun and rays drip,

Water me down like a prescription

The soil's enriched with crooked little pixies,

Growing a field of two-lips to do the talking for me 

When I wiggle out of grip

When it's time to keep a distance, 

The gamma from the image got me wicked,

Check my earthworm stubble while I mumble shit I made up,

Coming from the abyss

Target practiced and the bull's eyes starbright with promise

But all this conflict, don't bet 

Forgot your wallet in your other pyjamas

I prey on piranhas, take the whole school out in muddy waters

Victoria, I'll tell you a little secret -

I'm only sleeping, now what have you been keeping?

I'm trying to relate with the unconscious, but they're all leaving

Thin King

Ride the rails, blazing infinity

Hats off to you backseat, red car,

To the hills, and over 

Power wheels under a covered wagon

There is a ghoul among the ghosts of the known

A nice bath on January the 1st, 

Grab my tea and biscuits go to the orchard 

Dead dud of a star looking at me while I walk hammering into the wet black

The mountain wallows

I miss the top looking up from the bottom

I find it hard to swallow 

If I climbed that

I fear I'd forget

The slow crawl in the pounding heart of the corpse

I listen to remind myself what could always be

Round the bend I found a street that killed desire

No sound necessary

You

I like the way you dance around imperfect sight, yellow light.

Yellowed paper.
Carbon fit for life-form.

Hey, how do you do?
If we're gonna do it, I'd rather do it in the nude

Literally,
It's not you it's me,

You're so civil and crippling
And I broke in your castle with chipped teeth

I never kept my nose clean,
and I believe you never let me

Romantic notions of popping from paintings
a chimney sweep

Dream Jiminy tells me to hold you warm
and when I finally do

Start to explain no more where I go
and speak only in response

To sort, we deepen,
depending how high one may never see the Beacon 

Out of the hole and take a peak,
After dark lights the eyes

Seek a ledge, run and leap

Faithless bridges and smoky heaps

A wasted Christmas
on tasteless lenses

It's not about you 

Time, an accident
But not for you