the fog:
blood thirsty ghosts align,
they always come on time. when in the night
and searching, stretching out limbs, they throw
us in, then tell us, "hope that you can swim".
wince and then flinch as the travels ensue,
until absence of light is through.
stranded hope.
the humid crepuscule staggering
against a harvest moon.
hymn:
and i will slowly re-enter that burning building.
and i will inhale the billowing smoke without a single choke.
all hesitation aside, i will embrace the collapse of an era.
a tear in documented history and shit to fix it with.
aftermath of the sociopath:
generations separate us all.
hidden agendas designed to make us fall.
and when we start to crawl, they step on our fingers,
and linger until that bridge is burned.
some lessons are never learned because you have to teach them.
vulnerable states with a vulnerable city in them.
and a parasite to leech off of it.
FEAR WILL RUST:
where the haunted go:
i'm dropping my guards, but it won't go away.
these eyes, they see for miles, but i'll never stay.
we'll all get out eventually from the confines of this city,
and when we meet our end, in the ground we're all surrounded.
surrounded.
where will we retreat to escape the fall, or can we hide at all?
where the haunted go, one will never see ghosts hanging from trees,
tangled in the rope and kicking their legs, left for cicadas.
to have felt a presence:
it's everywhere, would we ever know?
there are things that we can't let go.
we swear they're here, but few have seen them,
believe them, intrude on their kingdom.
wave of sleep, blanket me with your smokey mist,
protect me from that of which is not to be seen.
these mortal eyes, they cripple me and drag beneath them
these bags of black.
waiting for a ship to sail me back.
in a world of ghosts:
black holes of analyzation covering miles of ground.
men and women searching for an easy way out, for a
truth that can't be found.
the earth may be green and blue, but it's inners are tar
and grime, illusioned by a plague called time.
gnawing at the gamut:
the dispersion that shamelessly raped away the days,
washed away the blood. do you recall that night?
i saw gestures of deceit project through fiery eyes.
insomnia creates a vast and worldly glow.
left for one night, came back with vengeance
across my chest.
WITHIN REALMS:
change plate rhetoric:
evil descends downtown on sunday.
heard is the clanking of church bells.
he used your money to buy his new
estate, the money you donate.
built a deck, and had a pool dug,
kicked his shoes off on his persian rug,
took his pants off, and threw his hands up.
drown yourself in the tears and the blood of the lord.
he'll make a believer out of you, it's all that he knows how to do.
on your death bed, he'll say a prayer for you.
be and betray:
documented evidence kept as a reminder.
everything we need is right here,
you'll always have existed.
the next five seconds are the past,
pay attention while they last.
live your life like you're dying now,
or fixate your eyes and learn how.
no one can take truth away, it's something
they can't change. and every breath we take's
another second re-arranged.
deterioration volunteers:
you have become parodies of yourselves.
hide behind your youth, your obliviousness.
wake from your state of one upping, nothing changes.
ween yourself from dreaming, embark on tracing your footsteps.
lead or bed led, don't let it go to your head.
talk, cause all that you are is big talk and wishing on stars.
the same people who speak of change perpetuate the opposite.
life boat of bare bones:
in this coffin of a pretense we're coughing up our tongues.
we declare victory at the top of our lungs.
then sink right back down to the bottom of the sea where our
dead are laid to rest, our loyalty put to the test.
to swim at a rapid pace and resist the current is to ferment,
of course we'll never learn it.
until the chance has come and gone, we'll commemorate it song.
we're disposable pawns.
yearning towards light, miles away.
taken granted for in lieu of this savage war.
trudge through shame and desolation.
QUALMS:
tombstone carver:
locked jaws. graveyards. casted shadows.
swallowed by the earth. vermin sing my name.
feel the grinding teeth chew your rotten veins.
suicide of a flying squirrel:
the promises that we made mid-intercourse have broken themselves.
mistrusted long and slender limbs drenched in arrays of semen.
may you fall asleep that way forever.
slitting the throat and wrist of five years.
most people get over these things.
i would like to think that i'm not most people.
choke on it.
knife dust:
healer first heal thyself.
rid your nose of all filth, pride, and furious vengeance.
all i need tonight is a chest to disrespect me
and my dusty knife.
some drugs just should not be shot up.
you got caught up in a shallow grave.
swiping the scene credit card:
what on earth are you dancing like that for?
i've got more scene cred stuck to my shoe.
you spend time recycling themes.
perceptions of moral get in the way
of rationalism and seizing the day.
if you die tomorrow then you'll never spend
a minute of your life apart from the trend.
what on earth are you dancing like that for?
i've got more scene cred stuck to my shoe.
you spend time recycling themes. milking the tit of an exploited scene.fingering your swollen cunt of a dream.
if you don't change today then you'll never
spend a moment of your life apart from a trend.
a quest for lukewarm:
i heard you're on that shit again.
serrated syringes. complacent escapist.
it offends me, nestled in the breasts of money.
how hard is your life, really? nestled in the breasts
of grammys.
how much harm must be done until you bite the gun?
the christ is nowhere:
the most tasteless jokes belong to god.
he uses us as his figurines.
and when we scream, he laughs himself to tears.
all the angels, they cry themselves to sleep.
but we get in his car and we ride. ride, ride, ride!
oh my lord, oh my god, i have done such wrongs
in the eyes of my family, in the eyes of my country.
in my heart i am guilty, i am fearful and weak.
i'm a sinner, my father. i'm a liar, a cheat.
my faith has been tainted in a lust for blood.
fully clothed, barely tap dancing:
everybody loves a martyr.
everybody loves to be one.
haunted shorelines singing swan songs,
claim yourself a legend.
a brave but troubled soul cried wolf to the coyotes,
while the last great and noble beast was hunted for sport.
acceptance will have by noon and gone with the oceans tide.
in that moment, you felt pure, as you made your way for shore,
exactly like you wanted.
wrapped in loving arms of seaweed.
summoned to the coral reefs.
the coroners remove his teeth, remove his teeth,
remove his teeth.
