The weather is sweet

the internal clock ticks second hand rips mind,
dreams not so much, just tickles from the back hand,
esoteric ripples give way to lengthy gazes,
how i wait for the firey grave to bury my traces.

Its on Facebook

Everything is on facebook, death life and proportional jokes,
my entire rotting collection of fabricated memories,
her entire stock of the worlds deadliest hairstyles,
not to mention love paraphernalia,
facebook contains lives,
facebook holds mirrored lives,
facebook has no soul.

Aint no Rest for the Livin

When your on the cusp of what is kickin,
in the depths of whats alive,
you'll know her tone by lickin,
you'll taste her soul with your mind.

Roll of the Die

our fate is our own destiny unfolds,
free will is as free as the choice to play or go home,
through sickness we witness the rise and fall of a cell,
just a roll of the die, 6 is heaven,1 is hell

God Invented Headaches...

So under the sea, or in a plane, in your sleep, perhaps a train, we’ll die a death, someday too soon, could be now, or the next full moon, but measure my words, and let me explain my gift, for 100 years from today we’ll all be missed, this will only be a fluke, in an endless cloth of perfection, subjected to life, purely relentless. Don’t follow my laws, don’t live in my mind, don’t follow the tracks which I’ve laid behind, perhaps by my side, it may be nice to see, another soul walking toward the same point in the east, I know you have wondered, I know this you have dreamed, for in this life all there is, is all that there is to be seen.

Kumquat

any of you fucking pricks move and i'll execute every mother fucking last one of you

evicted angels

A notice to notice what I've already wondered and told,
however many times, your still young and cold,

warmth is to winter as death is to spring,
you may survive either if your aware of such things,

time beckons agony, as love beckons lies,
we live without test, eternal seasons of life.

III

Electric Organs

i'm a boy whose a boy who likes to play likes his toys,
like my bike, like my shoes, like the ladies and what they do,
i'm just a kid, who loves to live, lives to love, and always gives,
i do whats right, in my own mind, for i'm only a boy this is no lie,
yet there is a splinter, in my palm, a sliver that pains as i go along,
i've cried, it did not come out, i've tried to cut it out, but it is deep,
why does this plague befall such a caring boy, a scourge of death that only toys,
either way i care no less about the things i say or they way i dress,
but now as we enter the ever of deaths morrow, the wake in the water, the shapeless that follows,
the sky is his father, the water his mother, his sisters groom the earth, and brothers dance in flames, perhaps that boy, the one who thinks he is me, is just a product of what i wish i could be,
at any rate the gates of heaven are closing and soon we'll be the only ones golden, me and that boy, that sweet boy and i, forever we'll chyll in that cool flowing high.

Half staring into dull and dim, half of my eye is grim,
half of what is can only be as good as half of what it is,
it is 50% of what could be and 100% of what it is,
but when 50 and 50 multipy times 100 and all us dreamers an smokers grab on to sumthin,
when the world is in ruin and ppl are diein, when ppl are cryin, when ppl are smilin, our spirits live on, you can't take it from us, we wont deny God we wont deny life you stupid mother fuckers who think you can hide, he spoke since day one, we belong to him, the children of a dreamer, the dreamer of a God, yes, i dream of a day, not too far off, Valhalla, Ragnarok, Armageddon, when will it be, those last few moments of iconic destiny, ha...so today...just fade, into what is, 50% and its gifts, 100% of what it is, in love with a monster.

Pose Rammadah

I had almost forgotten what it was like, the thrill of such a dance, the brutality in such an event. Hurled over the side, scraped a palm an elbow alike. Such a thrill it is not to know, when the plug will be pulled from our own scripted show.