long gone.

You're gonna kill me
...how long?
Words are like shadows
Lingering in the mind and the sun
Fragments of such
Come patiently
But you say nothing
While I wallow at my tea
The sun comes to darkness
The air cold on my teeth
Never let go before
But the glass is more empty
Than I can see certain
It's a sad world
But I used to see it so real
It's gone to the liars
And burns in the floods
While I suffer on
Can't control my reasons
To feel so gone
It's true!
I am missing the sad mark
The pain stake
The observation
Of content
Just contempt.

And wouldn't you know it's the truth.

I'm too smart
I need to die
I won't lie in your way
I don't crave your attention
I'm far away
But not enough
To know what is true
And what is false
I lie stagnant by the claims
Made
By those forgoing
And those forgiving
Lost lamps
In the landslide
Carry me away
From this place
So dark
So hidden
Buried
Beneath the bodies
Digging up the bones
Going down
Seeing nothing
But the pure white
(Of heaven)
In a dying eye
Could've killed me
But I thought it true
And carried myself
Till I can't carry no more
I see the shadows
Yet it's still dark
& thought of you:
A modern of joan of arc
Oh sure...oh sure...
Give so much
For your goddamn art
But how hell do you
Explain
You're own salvation
With all the rust
Through your tarnation
You're a tattered soul
& I tethered
But we look through
The same lines
To the truth through.

The natives know when to speak.

Clock tower; madness; disappears
Casting shadows on the tallest man
I think to shudder as you close the blinds
Letting the light slip in
Like slivers stabbing at dusk
Each blade a fine shape
Edge between the bookcase and the bottles
-When-
Every night is over
And every day is done
I'll succumb
Without a whimper
Not a tear
For the day breaks
In silence
But the players' defiance
Left a ringing in my ear
Told me not to settle
Not to play the fear
For those shadows
Until they
Disappear
They've found the light
In sacrifice
Letting go..
So when it breaks
It shatters

A boy, as expressed to himself, by his shadow.

Madness, madness; disappear
We left our hands near the lake
Among a bed of roses still resting upon the others'
Kept my mouth shut
With big red x's after I failed to say what I meant
Kicking the dirt out of my nails
Couldn't seem to worry enough
Even though I couldn't eat
...I couldn't sleep
Couldn't see my shadow
For miles and miles
Just standing out there
Wishing away the days
Stay up those nights
Were you near?
Were you hear?
Cause you never called
You never called.
Just traces
& clues
For the paranoid detective
The one not solving anything
I use to love the mystery
But I've been long without the answers
And now I need a chance
I need a chance
Or I'm gonna give up
And we're never going to have a hope
To solve a damn thing.

Discord Blues.

Rapid feelings in my veins
Dripping, drawing, painting, playing
Exploding out in sunbursts
On an electric mirror
Distributing light
Through the reflections
Of shadows you convey
Pure self:
Told me to be quiet
As I sat stretched out
On the sunset
Miles and miles
Of decay
Reaching for the stars
When the night fell
I couldn't complain
About the cold
Feeling so light
Under the presence of the moon
Telling my presence
To be consumed
In the configurations of constellations
The water beneath the ground
Biting at my feet
Bare and plain
Dirtied and confused
In a trance
I saw heavens cascade in the purest energy
Beneath the northern lights
Beneath the northern lights
Aliens drawing
Space and time
Disfigured by the translations
They led me to mediations
Beyond my eyes
To the valley of death
The fire of life
Burning up the crusades
Long past
Forgotten patterns on the walls
Hollowed and shouting the echos
Of those haunted
Those eternal
All that live on forever
In truth.

Words of worship from mt. Olympus.

Standing atop the snowy mountain
Watching the reflecting pools below
People scurrying
Like rodents
From place to place
Trap to trap
Locking in conversation
Ignoring the attack
Stood in circles
Made it easy for the vultures
I'd see the shine of their talons
Before a quick singular gasp
And off to be plucked apart in a nest
Not far from me
Hearing their calls
Prayers and sacrifices
Bleeding out as they're breathing in
Begging for forgiveness
From the false prophets
The clenched teeth
& the tethered lies
If you could distill the white of their eyes
Into a pure white ink
Write with most sincerity
The honest apology
Your forgiveness
Would be complete
You're rationale unweighted
By uncertainty
In leaving
All of this behind
To the next best thing
The perfect new life
I'd see it
In the vulture's egg shell
No imperfections
Oval and static
Pure and true
Until cracked & broken
Boring life
In blood
To taste blood
And waste blood
All taking it's; sweet time.
& begging for more
Before we die.

he knows.

I say, "no"
Please, "no"
Don't stop him
He's trying
Just once more for feeling
He's good
He's real
He's fitting
To his own cloth
No one must realize
What is real
And most unforgiving
Just lacking
Self assurances
It's pain
It's blush
It's scary
I want to find this:
"Feeling"
I work; I try
I'm reeling
From the false
Sentiments
And security
A landslide
Oh, "it must be"

CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP.

I can see the reason
Close minded after region
Told by the coming father
"You're not my young"
"You're not mine"
Trapped in ballrooms
Dancing on the floor
Like we're standing straight up
Couldn't carry on a conversation
With my shiny raincoat
So I took to drinking
Cigarette smoke
Against a chandelier
Made me feel safe
For what it was
Until I had a premonition
Saw the aftermath
Of all equaled hollowed parts
Left shattered on the dance floor
Like a fallen disco ball
Police storm the gates
As the crows decended on the deserters
Eyeballs out and sucking my stomach in
Dying with dignity
Like a centerfold for cheap magazines
Hands stained with the blood
Of the party guest punch
The host dosed in gasoline
Running the floor
Crumples into a burst of flames
Attractive girl drugged and violently pounding at her chest
Says: "What a great party."
In her last breath

The idealist.

Trick
Slick
Sonofabitch
Looking for an easy cure
Staying close to home
While running away
That warm light
Burning at his coattails
Smiling in the sunshine
Blowing smoke out of parked cars
Trying to settle down
While moving on
Sack on his back
And a bottle in his hand
Lonely train tracks
Filled with people
Trying to offer up some advice
Under their breath
While telling stories of taking chances
Littered like trash
In these bleached summer days
Showing shadows for who they are
A jacket on a skeleton
Small men speaking tall
They've had more than a few
Rope swung into the open water
Just to hit the shallows
Bruised and bloodied
Crawling up
To run home
Like some kind of joke
That hurts
Oh, it really hurts.

ghost money.

80's resurrected like christ at a used car salesman's convention
Tearing the wings off of speckled flies with tobbaco stained teeth
Yield to the east
Yield to the west
Then turn
A false feeling of security while getting sexually molested
By a cheap clown in the parking lot
On the way to my car
Minivan with two kids
And a wife expecting
Pulled flower from the palm of my hand
Broke at the root and bled
Shatters like glass
Sounds like summer 08'
Breaking in my shoes
While breaking someone's jaw
Heard the speakers blow out
Before the band even started
Yelling and screaming
What the hell happened
Post conversion.