Inventing

Mowing the lawn
Keeping my mind clear
Growing what’s gone
Is what they all fear
It comes to me after I finish
And I can no longer savor
the labor that gives me a sense of direction
floating at dawn
My moods now a weary handgun
Or so that seems correct
Sitting at the laptop
My accomplishments serve as a back drop

Resting For A Change

The damp shadow that is sleep fell upon my face
The warm gesture that is waking again kisses my eyes without the slightest trace
And I get tense just thinking about thoughts that previously pushed into my mindset
And brother says that I’m talking in my sleep
But I doubt that’s the case

Notice

sitting in a bar painted brown and a washed out yellow
cabaret dancers surround gentlemen based on their wealth
The men seduce money
While the entertainers do so to earn it
Women have become animals
Money has become foreplay
Love has become crumbling filth
If you can’t treat a person like a human what does that make you?

Coping Methods

You wake up
rub your eyes
look around
groan in disorientation

She wakes up
Extends her arms
You see her staring at you from the edge of your peripheral
Time for that conversation

She tells you to calm down
You tell her to be silent

She says what your mind needs is some peace
You say, ‘Why would I want that in my mind?
Are you out of yours?’


You go to sleep
and never wake up
She wakes up to a body
and never goes to sleep
Instead of resting the torn body of a mourner
She continues to weep

Change

And flowers burst and sprouted from stonesAnd beauty crawled out of grotesque appearancesAnd purity paraded from a get-together of amoralityAnd no one cowers Anticipating a blow from a cruelty so commonAnd concern crashed out of the teetering heart of apathy And everyone became empowered

Used

I’m a gnarled branch underneath your foot
I’m a speck of cartilage amongst the bones and soot
the trees fingers feature a seat for hollow bones
and the fact that they dunk my joints in rust is the reason they groan

I’m a twig blanched by a season of death
I’m a direct stance that’ll give an appeasing rationale for your breath

Vacation

I’m driving on a drugged up rainbow
I’m diving into a slug of pain’s throes
I ain’t sure how much more of this inscription
I can carve until you care
I ain’t sure if I was uncertain about the curtain
and when it fell rippling about my feet
And the hallucinogenic rainbow
Is a saturated semi-circle of deep satisfaction
If satisfaction is a quenching of a thirst
Then what happens when it’s been quenched to the point where it hurts?
And the bullet of shattered senses is piercing the center of my chest
And I pull it back like it mattered fiercely remembering all of the best

Daring but no longer Caring

two points for the phrase
three for the slave that you’ve made
The blood that you drew

four bucks for the rave
six for the depraved you sent to the grave
The dud that you grew


It’s time I give you the credit you deserve
Less than nothin even regarding the learning curve
The money’s screaming wonders that you never mentioned
The chattering chimera
Stares down the glare the glass pressed backwards

two more points for the one I ignored
three for the morbid mutterings I explored
The blood is licking your lips

four bucks extra
Care if I hex the
The beginning and the end
So there’s not a shred for you
So there’s not a damned scrap
You’re eyelids are now cages, your tongue is a grand trap

Thought

I think truth has become an inconvenience in our world. I can’t claim any moral high ground regarding this, it’s just an observation. Discarding truth is just a way to stay constantly comfortable. If we deny reality we may feel better because an amorphous outlook is easier to keep consistent than anything rigid

Underworld

Excel through Hell and all of its regions
The claustrophobic zenith carved with long lesions
Showering in droplets and fingers of flame
Cowering in the fire spit towards me and my shame
I am what I wish I could be
You are what they demand you to like
Massive insecurities draped together create new sight
Smashing blurring free of the tape above the flash lights
That our eyes
To the farthest skies
I will search
I will hurt

Restless and Ravenous

I ponder if it will be redundant
If I wander
Because how can an absent-minded person lose focus
How can immoral person do wrong
Or be lacerated by locusts
A plethora of plagues
Which turned the town pale
Which burned it all down,
Then froze it in hale
As God stood there smiling
Constructed from wood beguiling
You all
You’re a bead of sweat on
A beast’s neck
And you’ll be first to fall
Off his back as he kneels
And you’ll thirst for a call
As we’re attacked as new meals

Depths

I’ve been pushing desperately against this surcease
And the subjugation of my will
Shrieks so slowly, torturing still
I’ve been stumbling in the labyrinth
Behind the staircase
Squeezing at my shins
Tearing at my knees
With a blazing fervor
These steps of regret
I hesitate to hang
I levitate in the rain
Then drown in the drain
Run through
Stabbed
Gouged
By the past I allowed
Now I’m pulling pitifully
On corrosive cylinders
On explosive pills for the cur
Let me
Let them be my release
Only following what
Will bring peace

Life

I’m baking synonyms in cynicism
I’m taking stuttering rhythms and
Teaching them to enunciate
With a clarity
That’s a rarity
In an audacious age
I’m basting comfort with empathy
Alone in the irony
that the more I assist
The less I persist
I’m not running on empty
That would indicate something
Was there to begin with
I will indicate I'm frozen
but movement is necessity
Quit pressing me
Set me free
If you know what's best for me
I have no sense of self-preservation
I left logic for a permanent vacation

In this land of dust and poverty
I finally found what is bothering me
My past hasn't simply been following me
With a perception of nostalgia mixed with pretension
It's a bursting barrel of boredom and sometimes it's hard
In this yellowing yard
This new dimension
And what I've created and what I want to be
Is haunting me
and mocking my efforts and it's all beyond comprehension
I'm simply waiting for an extension of intervention

Scene

This glowing ambient rectangle
Redefines an electronic addiction
And she posts pathologically
to try to find brief solace
In this amorphous sanctuary
of hyperboles and
Adolescent on their knees
Begging, bawling
In veils of torn hair
Lies have adorned them bare
Peeled away their flaking souls
And reach their garrulous goal

Perhaps

Formal shouldn’t be normal
Shy shouldn’t be a disguise
Pain shouldn’t be a passion
You can open up your eyes

Fresh Start

The accentuating dark lines
Across a cylinder of cleanliness
A soft shadow cast inside it
There’s a satellite of incoherent confusion
Garbling in the curves of my ears
And it’s wire stretches left across
The wooden surface so high in cost
And back towards this machine
This is a magnet for my focusing fingers
For my momentary calm
Only an aftertaste of that raptures fate
Remains on my tongue
We have rebegun

Cynicism

There are new high heels made of bark
and even fresher throats made of seduction
There is a new steel made of hearts
and in a depressed blur that coats hope
Faded this articulate deduction
Bathed in dust
There are better scales which tip
dip in your favor
And corneas split
filled with your favorite flavor
Spilled a bag of browning blood
Just so you could savor
it all
But after that semi-eager, semi-indifferent
Simultaneous sacrifice
The best, the amazing, the beautiful
Intravenous but only
Qualifies
Is only categorized by nice

Above or Under

The new barely provokes a reaction
what must
It’s just something wrong with me
I’m optimistic but I’m jaded
I’m considerate but I’m a prick
I’m dedicated but I’m untalented
I’m rarely improving
Constantly self-deprecating
My esteem
Is choking on it’s own thinning steam
And I know that depression’s grinning continues to gleam
my esteem
is green with nausea towards itself
It’s just something wrong with me
I’m a failure yet I continue
I’m deliberate yet I’m an accident
I’m practiced yet I’m naïve
I’m barely improving
My somber self-expression
My floundering facets which further me towards a facility of a faith with the strength of a feather
You’ll never improve me so despite your ability to wait so let’s focus on the weather

Can't Help It

Loose ends
That stimulate swiftly a tone I no longer wanted to harbor
You intend
To dictate dramatically through a theatrical throne
What is this further or farther?
That indicate a clashing clone I no longer wanted to harvest
But the grain’s so ripe
And the sickle still shines
And their wont be another season like this
Until the end of this teetering time
Is no longer wrapped in vines


notanymore no icant
notitsnotlike that iswear iswear
the thought process of a
Sentimentalist who doesn’t want to share
thiscannot pass letitbe
thiscannot dash allinmysight allinmysight
Reinventing sensual lists of all you can bear
If your so convicted then why do you rant

Unrelated

to any poetry, but I haven't slept well in nearly a week....And I'm falling apart physically. Mentally I'm actually really well...It's just tiring that when one of them seems fine the other has to be in subpar condition....It's affecting my productivity, focus, etc...
I've gotta go to sleep.

Whatever You Wish

A halo of creation
A division of shadow
I rate those approbations
A revision that’s hallowed
Your ultimatum’s uninsured
You can continue to excavate them….can’t you endure?

You insinuate
And all I’ll do is collapse
In response
You vindicate
And all I can do is reset my traps
Yeah my world’s wailing
and this culture I’ve created is crass
Yeah curls in the fabric as we continue sailing
And the torture they’ve confiscated will last
….Unlike you

In these horizontal outlets we’ve found a new coping mechanism
In these plant rectangles we’ve found a new coping mechanism
In these soaked ovals we’ve found strength to carry on
In these broken philosophies we’ve found a new cynicism
Or perhaps I’m melodramatic with the issues which choke me

Medicine

Drooping souls examined
The shrivelled pulp
into which his body became
Don't worry
they assured
With tones quite demure
we can
convert his corpse
we can
promptly pervert your remorse
A carcass is cuisine
if smashed within the right dream
and when darkness gleams
cleanliness flickers with a sickly light

?

Kidnapping millions
Stuff them in bags
Place those bags
within a fire
far-reaching
Rape of a fascinating resistance
Deflate this masochistic conviction

Sorry

I can’t rationalize a portion of the dramatic distortion I have spun
all I know
Is I’ll see it through to the end now that its’ begun
The arrow’s arching backward as my spine follows suit
Despair is a backward art that can siphon away your youth
I made notches in my arrogance
I slaved as you misbehaved
and your heart is defrosting but it still isn’t healed
And I start the accosting only as an appeal