Chest Full

Link to Song: Chest Full

He’s got a chest full of memories, a heart filled with extremities

Mother nature’s recipe for all her ills and remedies

I feel these goose bumps coming on me, gonna pull out of this slump and leave it to beaver I’ll breathe better than trees

Still think I could be what I always was in my dreams

A picture with packed papa’s love and bursting at the seams

And though now I’m older and feel like I can see

Still gotta climb this mountain to get to the peak

But as the pressure amounts, the lesser discounts

And I’m selling my soul just to inspire amounts of accounts

But as the count counts, I travel back to my childhood

Recalling where I stood, playing in the neighborhood

Crafting universes with the flick of a hand, I’d conjure a man

In a forsaken land

But its so easy to waste your days, stuck in yesterdays daze, giving them praise and losing your ways,

But, gotta move on to the next phase

And though my neck breaks, and I feel strain

And these migraines are insane, I’ll keep a fixed gaze

I’ll find a way over the pain, to regain and reclaim the paved street with a dame. And although I don’t remember her name, it’s not in vain. It’s a life full of treats and I love em the same.

Recycled peeps and plastered sheets in the name of love, I inspire the dove to set fire to the hearts of many, its good and plenty, lean and sweaty, poised and ready to attack my Freddy.  And I’m stuck in my bed, no I’m stuck in my head. I want some bread but the tires got no tread. So I’ll take my stead. But then another wave immerses beings in simple freeings, so now I’m seeing what took many time to see, many men to breathe, the many ways to be.

I follow the stress, and then I’ll rest. But without the goal of sleep, which means nothing to me. Just something to be and positively. The horse carries the carriage, God carries the marriage, and here I am still at a young age, finding my own gage, avoiding that gross rage, scribbles on an old page.

Through the looking glass, the time will quickly pass. And prickly practice which makes men drastic, the parks Jurassic, demand’s elastic, your erratic but I’m ecstatic.

So step down from your pulpit, don’t pull shit, I can see your just as human as me, and we are all free, so thank you, I’ll leave, easy as birds and bees with Burt’s Bees and this breeze which whips trees in stoned freeze. Gotta a gleam in your eye, feeling immense pride. He’s got a hop in his step, swag and set, with his bourbon churning and curding underneath his breast. It’s his reality chose, there’s cons and there’s pros, there’s pimps and his hoes, Coffee and no-doze. But as the media plays the myriad ways the captain’s disgraced he’s fallen by the way side, But he’s a normal guy, you can’t fault him or condemn, because he too deals with the same things as you. In this Shakespearean masterpiece, we all have our fury then release. But what its about is getting past that screaming and shout and constructing a verse not wishing a curse. Positive over negative, you can master and move faster, not brought down by the waves of today but lost in beauty and grace that only comes through his ways. You are your own master, but don’t be consumed by the latter, just climb that ladder and you’ll cook the batter, burn the matter and see what matters.

Time to see what matters.

Former Days

The evening fades, the dull night begins

A man behind his desk with paper and pen

Got some weight on his soul, so he lets go

Takes himself to a place, only he knows

The pen slides from his grasp, an emptied flask

A head full of years, a heart full of tears

Both spill on the desk, a much needed rest

Succumbing to his problems, without contest

Half-hearted scribbles plaster the page

Thoughts embedded in his former days

Pleas for some solace, an ounce of depth

A renewal, the pureness of angelic breath

The Pyre

Through these meek and vulgar ways
You'll not peak, you'll lose your days
While you're trapped inside this phase
Your own life becomes a maze

Begging God for just one chance
At fame, wealth or some romance
You'll give up, say you just can't
But you've yet to make a stand

So you embrace all desires
And keep chasing waning fires
Now you're placed upon the pyre
And swear that you'll soon retire

But the world keeps moving on
It has left you with your songs
Maybe one day you'll be strong
I'll ask why it took so long

Now there's no one beside you
And there's nowhere to look to
So you cook inside the stew
Of the life which you withdrew

You will make a tasty treat
Dessert or some midnight sweets
But forget the treasured meat
You brought on your own defeat

Push on, dear one through the times
When your limbs are caked with grime
Push on, through the fog so dense
Do not seek out recompense

Sing loud! Sing proud! Sing all times!
Do not let them  close your mind
Do not reach the end of days
Without choosing your own ways

Now or never, make a stand
Only you can make a plan
But you must believe you can
Never normal, You'll be grand.

The body's indifference
Forgets the soul's
permanence
a mask
Conceals
a fleeting heart

Skin flushed,
scarlet matter
a quick glance at
conviction
Then pocketed,
secure
from reason's
rebuttal

I digress...

They call it art because it all fell apart

They got a story to share,

one with a heroic air

Not knowing, who cares

I don’t cuz I wasn’t there

I was constructing my verse

While you were spreading the curse

To lives with no loss, Stones with no moss

Nothing to give, got no reason to live, the media’s rigged

So I’ll stay inside, a sheltered guy, without a life

What’s the point, its old and dank, its smelling rank and yelling names

Not playing games, forgetting dames, a life that’s changed

My mind’s deranged, and as I age, I see the ways and

don’t want it

So I pause it

Shift in in my hand, am I a family man?

Meant to start a clan?

Or a restless soul, forever broke by the wake and quake of momma’s wake and bake

I rest my breath and now digress to soon digest this molten mess

That leaves depressed, the others left

Child In You

Child In You  (link to song)


They told me once when I was a boy in high school
Always ran my mouth, always had to act the fool
Didn’t wanna think like a square so I broke rules
Lighting shit on fire and dipping in strangers pools

Like a pack of Jolly Ranchers, never would expire
Thought I could settle down one day when I retired
Burnt the candle at both ends and with a endless fire
Always had adventures like when Frodo left the shire

Now they tell me to succeed I gotta get a cut
Button shirt to collar and get all straightened up
I must fly with the wind like a straightened arrow
But like Throreua, I have a need to suck out all life’s marrow

Just like Captain Sparrow or taxi-Driving Dinero
I’m just three doors down and baby I could be your hero
So tell the man I’ll stick it to him when I’m done
But until then I’m gonna continue to have my fun

People walking down the street always look furious
So I crack a giant grin and ask “why so serious?”
“Pipe down good sir! What are you delirious?”
No old man I’m like a cat, I’ll die if I’m not curious

If you’re not expressing your on the path of regressing
I cannot think of anything that is more depressing
Then when a man wastes his life on sticks, and stones, and stressing
Cuz then he’s broken all his bones, without his father’s blessing

When the babe escapes the womb he’s got a secret
Holding it in for nine months he will now release it
Its that you must retain your effervescence
Or you’ll reach your dying days, still sitting on the fence
You’ll empty out your pockets, which have become immense
And cry when you notice there’s only a couple cents
Because you spent your life clinging to common sense
And reflect on all the great things you could have been

So in a cliché, live every day like it were your last
But first that may require getting up off your ass
It may be a little intimidating at first glance
To live like a child just not pissing your pants

The one speaking to you is the little child in me
Who brings forth this unending vivacious vitality
Realizing that I sculpt my own reality
And dictate the terms that really make me free

Bring out the child in you

I once tried to lead a life of pleasure
I found it didn't last long

I once tried to live a life of quiet contemplation
It never really meant anything

I once thought I was the center of the universe
Turned out no one gave a shit

I once tried to give myself entirely to another person
I lost myself in the process

I once tried to make sense of this world
But quit once I started to question my existence

I once strung together a kite using only sticks
And it soared

So now I look to the skies
The only source of assurance
And I yearn for answers
But they never come

So now I cast myself to the wind
And embrace its destination

Want Change?

The stoic pauses to think
As the world spins on
Something is wrong
He won't last long

Creatures wrapped up in deeds
The expressions change
The season's named
I've heard that game

Really dig deep, I know you can
But you're frightened
To be enlightened
So don't brighten

Well you had your chance
Go along your way
No, not today
I think I'll just stay

And think
Yeah, I'll just think.

Wrap These Arms

Wrap These Arms (Link to song)

She said I was free, the first day we met I could see

She was a special lady, could wrap her arms around me

And despite these scars, and despite these tears, to spite my fears

We could go somewhere. It would be far from here,

But also I'd be far from there, far from the desolation that led nowhere

I had found my peer, to confide and steer, the bulwark between my lone heart and sheer dark, where nothing mattered if we never grew apart

But what it came down to was a choice

Between the land or sea, between my God and me, between everything I ever wanted or she

Here she was dictating terms that she didn’t even know herself, terms that my mind had built and my heart had killed

Bombarded by choices each and every day, but only some have implications in a multitude ways, 

My soul is a maze, My brain has been hazed, She is looking amaze-ing

And every new day, brings some new ways

So when your stressed and feeling like you're gonna break

Just take a long walk, And have a good talk

Some reflection’s what you need

With every new day, comes a new way

So when you're stressed and feeling like your gonna break

Just take a long walk, and have a good talk

Self- Reflection is the key

We are born to this place, with but a name and a face,

hoping others will pull the covers and lead the way,

We think its our taste, but it’s the disgrace

Of thinking everyone around us has nothing decent to say

The descent of man came when he pulled from the land

Amassing his resources, isolation in his own quarters

Man will only know his potential, when he meets his other

When he embraces his brother, when he finds that lover

He becomes whole when not when he finds his way, but when he follows his days not by counting hours but harnessing power

That need only be realized, emphasized and surmised in order to surprise his former weak mind

Then man will know, not to follow the flow but become attached to something permanent

The pain will cease, the chest will breathe

And everything will open around me

Even when you find yourself, who is gonna deal with you?

Once you find that girl that can bear the weight of your world

Holdfast to her, nevermind the whirls, and never mind the twirls

Cuz only she can unfurl and at the same time make your toes curl 

Each of us needs to understand there is no “one”

Just a person who can put up with our scum

So make her your chum, make her your hun

But don’t be a bum or that girl’s gonna run

Anomic Symphony

I’ll take you on with my velvety dissonance which costs six pence and two hens and exchange it, not rearrange it for a recovering alcoholic’s neuron-less, cranial nest.

I’ll bombard you with a boisterous symphonic entity, as your enemies remedies are no match for Hennesey’s extremities despite your well-defined fantasy your no friend of me or no one to keep so don’t pretend to be
The ruler of some preposterous meek sheik who’s a breath shy and the alabi’s cry from mourning the guy with cyandide in his eye trying to get by with an order of french fries from Five Guys.
Putting ketchup on ketchup and attempting to get up while running amok with a useless smuck and ceaseless puck headed straight for your torn, unborn thought that surfaces with civil services and dances around town with brown clowns and maid's gowns of silk shampoo, milk for two and honeycomb monsters monsterous honey dew and pepe le pews puke and puffed up button rutt, not Minaj’s bubble butt that you could pop or cut.
Let my diction arise as I surmise the sure-fire surprise of thighs on this enterprise with flies that knot and tie your false demise, as swine get swull in muck and always try their luck, fan boys got no choice but to breed inside the truck. So I leave, you breathe and we scrape sheets clean with Mr. Clean's wet dream of mean stocks and beans as Jack goes lickity split on Angelina’s Pitt without his schtick while trying to jump the candle stick.
I’ll drive a four-wheeled, course deal, but you’ll of course steel my fourthmeal. So thank you much I’ll eat alone, so take your bone and go home where Syllvester Stallone will choke a gnome, who’ll poke and moan as your mother’s drone fights fiercer clones and shoots a cone that we have shown and never grow inside this phone.

I see you breathe and thoughts of she caressing me with breasts and bees where if you stand still and maybe just chill, you can take a pill to then fulfill your lofty dreams with anthill’s seams and fulfilled beings that otherwise scream inside a free-bees beauty team.
 I think it keen that I have seen the lean, mean thought machine that chirps and flirts with natures seeds and bakers greed your life will mean to breathe obscene and not have seen the oils and creams that churn and teem. Abundance abounds, you calico hounds. Just grasp yourself, you’re crass and helped, but you just yelp and grab for kelp on floors of seas and princess’ peas, now let me pee and just be free away from worry or a flurry of hurry when surefire cracking means my fire is racking up mount Olympus cup. The goblet, they’ll mob it if you just give us time and dimes with reels and peels of gold and mold to bask in masks of endless tasks and baths on backs of racks of hats where you can screw and do the dew with men called Sven and girls with pearls that have flawless, lawless, bra-less brawls of withdrawals from sorbet scooped on Herald's stoop of tattoos and bad news for nice dudes.

We suffocate while you abdicate and slowly rape your closest mate, at any rate you hate to be late so get on your way don’t procrastinate, you time-inclined serpentine.

Crooked Trees

I've heard it said that crooked trees will break the serpent's lot
As hours unfurled the days arose to cease the years of rot
And man withstood the pain of grace despite the vicious knot
For unto him will come a time when riches are not sot

Vultures feast, the timid seas have never seen their wake
For when the gentle mood is set a sole eye's gaze forsakes
And soul's unrest forever swoons to raise its simple stakes
But sudden half-baked compromise we never wish to make

To toss and turn the seas of toil only spur them on
What is this lowly place one calls monotonous marathon
Back and forth upon themselves the levies will collapse
My will, my life, my everything, upon the serpent's lap

Farewell

Adaptation-a natural process of life
Things change, develop, and refine
Though unpredictable facades of strife
For no alteration waits its turn in line

It is time to embrace this change
No longer view it as loss of security
But to broaden our short life's range
Of experience and understand clearly

What if we knew all life's features?
Just a predictable loaded die?
To become beautifully complicated creatures
We must first find the catcher in the rye

As we bid farewell to our simpler selves
We enter a new realm of being
The deeper we seek, the further we delve
Discovering calling, ultimate freeing

Alleviate

The ash gathers upon the tip of my cigarette
Clinging, protecting the embers within
The tallest pine shooting the moon out its tip
Soaking all in a dim, pale glow

Nearby sprinklers perform their nightly rounds
Spreading damp love to drowning lawns
Thoughts swirl about in similar patterns
The glowing tip draws from its depths

No longer inside me, I release the smoke
And exhale the unbearable burden
The lightness, it calms me
Who says depth is sturdy?
And proceed to sort through it all

Keep Going

It takes different strokes to understand the world

And no one can salvage the one pearl

Its gonna take a few more years for you my boy

That’s what he said and then he left me to my toys

That’s the day he walked right out and never returned

And now some days I start to shout, forever perturbed

So we keep going…

The worlds a scary place, there’s demons all around

Many we rarely face when we seek that higher ground

But when you got a slick rap and the beats fat, the demons leave you for the death cuties on tenth ave

They’re walking up and down, not knowing what’s around, caught in the furnace without a sound

No one’s got nothing to say to them save for those that condemn

Only they hold the ticket to heaven

So we keep going…

Let me hold your hair and beat back the tears honey,

we gonna pull through, gonna get some money

And then we gonna purchase the dream, the only way life’s supposed to be,

See the gleam in my eyes as I feel immense pride

The weight is lifting from my shoulders, stronger thighs

Brighter skies, no more cries, just fruitful ties, lovin life, you and I

So we keep going…

Just a few more years of this and we’ll move on

Toward a better place and know what’s beyond

They got beds and baths across oblivion

You’ll see in due time the riches and stored mines

Of soft beds, rest your head and think beautiful things instead

So we keep going…

Gotta Have It!

Beyonce had a baby
Baldwin punched a bro
Garfield found a lady
Lohan stubbed her toe

Cruise had a split
Levine got AIDS
Sandler took a shit
Beiber got laid

Could I function
Without this info
What could I aspire to?
It's my life though!

J-Lo's booty is fake!
Tebow said a swear?!
Trump owns a lake!
Its just not fair!

Radcliffe is nude
Portman is prego
Richie eats food?
Leggo my eggo

It's my life!
Let me enjoy it!
No you can't
I haven't read it!

Romney's retarded
Arnold is back
Gaga is guarded
Ferrell's on crack

Its written here!
It must be true
Ssshhh I can't hear
The Smith's are through!?

Oh that poor lady
her life must be rough
Why's he so shady?
Always acts tough

Did you hear?
Did you hear?
The world's gonna end!
I heard it here!
They never pretend

Unexplaneable

The woman on the plane screamed like a baby
Her actions farthest from a dignified lady
In fact when the plane took of the ground
She gasped for air until it touched back down

As the wheels left the finely paved runway
She spoke loudly to herself like a castaway
Twas quite bothersome and rather annoying
It kept the child behind her from game-boying

"I've never been on a plane!" she exclaimed
A man to my right whispered something profane
"Are we off the ground yet?" she screamed
Everyone within ears reach started to squeam

But when one takes a second to think about it
Her fear is no longer hard to interpret
We fly through the sky in a hunk of metal
Crammed in our seats like dogs in a kennel

The giant winged penis creeps from its terminal
Once the old pilot has checked all the variables
Weather, machinery, fuel and adequate engines
Proper capacity, direction, thrusters, rear fins

The flight attendant shares useless information
While no one even pretends to pay attention
"Use the seat cushion during an emergency"
When headless chickens will beg God for mercy

She wears a plastic smile with excessive elation
So if the plane plummets, we'll know the formation
to make adjacent to the inflatable ballon slide
That will probably get punctured during the ride

When those wheels fold back into their shaft
Everyone onboard will pretend to relax
Pushing the thought of plummeting 30,000 feet
And incinerating like a piece of vaporized meat

But when that small voice in everyone's head
Refuses to comply and go back to bed
A lady who finally yells the unthinkable
Ensures that small voice is forever untamable

So instead of mocking her for reasonable fear
Why not be helpful, lend a friendly ear
Bring out your small voice and attempt to console
But who is bold enough to take on this role?

So nobody says anything for the full six hours
The blood trickling from ears must now be scoured
The man in front of me has lost hair on his head
As wife to his left drank herself to sleep instead

And when the plane's wheels touch the land
The seatbelts come off and everyone stands
Some call their relatives whom they will soon meet
But the lady sits still, she has fallen asleep

Tech-no-longer-free

A battle rages here: man and machine
One master over the other, reigns supreme
But take a look closer, I'll make you squeam
Notice the fabric of our humanness ripping at the seam?

We tell ourselves these are just tools for our gain
When we can't recall a location or remember a name
A medium that can take anybody and bring them to fame
And dream of a new life where everything will change

But look around, feel the absence of compassion
As we no longer value face to face interaction
You'll notice there's something peculiar happening
Humankind is losing its essence, and theres no reaction

The new product that will make life that much easier
Is the same that will promote a life of sheer leisure
Instead of helping eachother we sit on our keesters
A light inside of all of us, we just have to release her

But before we can shine, we have to stop being dependent
In the constitution of humanity there must be an ammendment
We must stop wearing thoughts on our sleeve like a pendant
To do this we must take responsibility, stop being defendants

So put away your smartphone or you'll become too stupid
To understand simple concepts that used to be lucid
Our connectivity to everything has undoubtedly boosted
But here we are, feathers in the wind, anything but rooted

Looking back, nobody will care if your Facebook posts teem
Technology is not an end unto itself but a means
To carry out communication without presence of being
But our generation has lost its way , or so it would seem

So instead of staring down at your convenient backlight
Notice instead modern man's unrealized plight
To turn a blind eye to this is to relinquish our divine right
To regain ourselves and our relationships, we must fight.

Syria

A shot in the fog, a yelp in the wind
How many bodies must be strewn
Across the tattered crimson streets
For them to notice our despair?

Each act of violence a simple plea
To distance from your gadgets
And reacquaint with torn humanity
We cannot do this on our own

An infant dragged from the spill
His bright future swiftly denied
At least let him be an example
Instead of an object among many

Hands outstretched toward the heavens
A gentle reminder of some distant place
Only conjured by the imagination
A vehicle for those restless souls

(Summoned in response to the Syrian conflict)

Zen and Jerry's

There are times when life is tough
You're feeling down, it is rough
You could go home and rest your head
Or eat some Ben and Jerry's instead

The instant cure for life's troubles
When all existence feels like rubble
A savory blend of B&J's delight
Is sure to make things alright

Five bucks a pint may seem steep
You contemplate your money keep
But then you cast hesitation aside
And climb aboard the ice cream ride

First you wipe away the condensation
Evidence of your restrained elation
Beads of water that touched the surface
Unable to reach the flavorful furnace

Next is that goddamn plastic seal
That keeps me from my vital meal
Tell us its to keep the food fresh
But really just to cause us stress

Finally I break free of the final tether
Remove the cap, it comes together
A can of desire has been released
My soul's craving now unleashed

Take my spoon and despite the hardness
Plunge it in, forming a creamy crevice
Lift it up as if time for communion
And to my mouth, the spoon enters in

Right away the soul departs its shell
Flies away from this earthly hell
And settles in the realm of the divine
All glory, power and flavor now mine

Extravagant bursts of chocolatey passion
Coupled with perfect pops of caramel rations
Immersed in creamy blends of battered beauty
A pirate has stumbled upon his quested booty

With each stroke of the spoon a revelation
As to the grandeur of this precious creation
I'm forever a slave to this exquisite creature
In humble submission, as if a preacher

Before I have begun to wrap my mind around
My spoon touches the pint's loathsome ground
Which marks the end of this stay in paradise
A wish to one day return and experience it twice

I toss to the trash the empty container
Which shant serve as a mocking remainder
Of a truth so evident, an experience so real
That I ate Ben and Jerry's for my whole meal

Dear Children

Fuck the wealthy man in his ivory tower
Who forgets the common man's plight
Enforces laws to boost personal profit
Thinks its his American, God-given right

Without need to justify his action or cause
He exerts his power over the lesser man
Until he has squashed his soul to shards
Beneath the force of his relentless hand

"A fine for you!" the lawman slaps the wrist
No consideration given to the situation
"Take it up with the man upstairs!"
Drunk with his own authoritative exhortation

The common man mills about the earth
Enjoying what he can of his precious days
In the artificial confines of the bureacracy
Simply guided along, forgets innovative ways

The child imbued with a spark of curiosity
Questions the suppression whenever he can
Not knowing that when he chooses to abide
He is lost to himself, cast into a subservient land

So run about! Frolick in the fields, dear children
They cannot dumb you down to a cog as you play
And retain your resilience, you're the last hope
For the rest of us thoughtless lemmings, without say

Remember the Dream

What is a memory
but a distant wisp of a former life
A truth that once bore the weight of the world

What is a memory
in the bowels of the soul
Lies dormant until brought forth to existence

What is a memory
But a moment gone by, no longer productive
A nagging cough that lingers despite ill repute

What is a dream
but vague expectation
A reminder of inadequacy
Nature's sick sister

What is a dream
if not reassurance
bound by hope's fruitful ties
to a future delight

What is a dream
if not aspiration
To always grow steady
along the vineyard of time

Ode to the Bathroom Stall

A haven from the busy world
Just myself, my thoughts unfurled
I drop my pants and have some time
Where dull and serene intertwine

Finally an opportunity to recuperate
When I feel pooped and cannot operate
Here the dull tiles stay the same
The writing on the wall so profane

A buddah in a slight enclosure
The only place without exposure
I can get my ducks now in a row
Extra baggage no longer in tow

But my porcelain prayers do cease
As a man enters, disturbs the peace
Enters into my divine sanctuary
Intending to drop his load he carries

Casts open the door with such petulance
Releasing tiny bombs of flatulence
Drops his trousers with avengence
Explodes and nearly bursts his appendix

I sit in solemn silence, a warrior jaded
So near the final heave, now belated
Anticipation for a smooth release
Now the farthest from my reach

The intermingling of our aromas
Now enough to induce a coma
I decide to engage in retaliation
At his evoking my consternation

But as I take my wad of teepee
To rid myself of excess leakeys
My adversary in the adjacent chamber
Hits me with the final remainder

A sound and stench combo so appalling
Worst I've witnessed in days of stalling
It last for 14 seconds before it passes
Except for the deathly residual gases

I flee my once-blessed cube of white
As I hold onto breath with all might
My asspirations and thoughts mangled
Trousers at ankles, impossibly tangled

One foot tries to lead but to no avail
Spread eagle on the floor, a teepee trail
Face pressed to the cold tile, delirious
My boss vacates the stall, a faceful of curious

"Mac you alright? Why you on the floor?"
Embarassment sets in, pierces the core
And just when I think I can take no more
It's not all out, here comes a bit more

The Wandering Lot

Every creature
Needs a purpose
A sense of direction amidst the storm
To guide it toward the light of knowing
No longer mass without a form

For when the current
proves its strength
It knocks ungrounded to and fro
Uproots them all in deep frustration
Nothing worthwhile left to show

Where can man
Find his peace
A solace that shall not stir
That when the current proves its might
A guiding force still undeterred

The gopher knows
Its path from birth
The bird knows to feed its young
Or risk to lose its fruits of labor
A sparrow's song no longer sung

Only man has
this curse
Of awful prolonged indecision
Where he can wallow to and fro
Never having tamed his vision

Man must find
His true passion
Before the time grows too thin
For with a goal comes fruition
A lasting drive may form within

Forgotten Forms

I held the book open before me
Its leaflets in a tizzy
I felt its depression
Weathered and worn
An obsolete expression

Handled by many men once
A precious commodity
I felt its vitality
To be caressed and folded
Its only reality

Comforting souls
It issued reassurance
I felt its wisdom
Scribbled on men's hearts
Offering freedom

But like all good things
It had reached its climax
I felt its expiration
To offer itself fully
Jaded prostitution

Now by the wayside
It dwells with the rest
I felt its lost hope
Stricken by longing
With no way to cope

Unmasked

I took two more steps and reached the end of the road
He need not turn upon my arrival; a blameless request
My pockets full of poor man's change and modesty
My lapel heavy from steady droplets of rain

His fedora fit snugly atop his hairless dark head
Eyes cast down, evidence of a man knows too much
Stagnant mist surrounds our encounter, foreboding indeed
My insecurity rings out cross dirt paths, revealing my soul

Quickly I regret my decision to leave all behind
To have revealed what is already transparent
Yet a stillness of mind seconds the body's uncanny yearning
And squelches the indecision that forces a lonely life

A comforting gesture, a liquid arm in a land of accidentals
Beckons me in closer to the fate always told
His convoluted intentions fill the void between us
With great trepidation I sit by his side

Reaching into his coat, he pulls out a small, greasy stone
And holds it before us, a momento of man's endless struggle
For the very first time his triangular eyes meet mine
And two souls laid bare, discuss the world's wonder.

Choose!

A loose pathogen of merciless sound
Overwhelming the spent senses
Teetering on the brink of compulsion
Indecision rears its heinous head

Of the two roads, one brings fulfillment
The other a highway to helpless imbalance
Grasping the mind, heart and soul
Squeezing the latter to a pulp in its grasp

Pleasure or spirit, Climax or direction
One cannot exist without the other
Yet each brings a promise of its own
Only one I wish to see to the end

Caught in an abyss of ceaseless yearnings
Yet kept alive by the promise of delight
No bright future exists in these places
Only contempt bred and wrought from within

Atop the mountain of sweet, blissful musings
The valley below a tamable beast
Tis here man can become genuine creature
Tis here man can know fullness of being

prioritize This.

These are just bodies
This is just flesh
And yet we praise it

There is no happiness here
Just flimsy green bills
And yet we praise it

Work 40 hours a week
At a job we don't like
And yet we praise it

Lose all of ourselves
To be with one person
We praise it

The soul in its splendor
The depth lies within
Yet we neglect it

The poorest of poor
Would thrive on our money
Yet we neglect it

We have goals to pursue
We have dreams to explore
Yet we neglect it

The dreams of our fathers
The sacrifice of our mothers
We neglect it.

Madmoiselle

I see what you do not put in front of me

I can’t breathe without the sight of sweet serenity

I love to know you’re there caressing me

Why does it seem so sweet when you turn your back on me?

Madmoiselle, why does it seem the simple life you shun?

Madmoiselle, into the fickle night you run

Madmoiselle, left me you have with tainted hopes and thoughts

Madmoiselle, you’ve scarred and trampled all your lot

Your touch separates me from the other fools

But You want to live your days tether-free

A lofty goal you were from the start

Left me you have, picking up the parts

I’ll find a way to make it

I’ll find a way to see

I’ll find a way to piece together

The pieces right in front of me

To whom it may concern indeed

All troubles now dismembered keys

With endless rage and thought gone by

Lonely apple bring him by

I have known your wretched solfege lips

Insurmountable through the timelessness

Of wandering skips through paradise

Sleet laden caverns now lonely lies

Shattered, tempting thoughts progress

Not knowing why but have a guess

Aching bones of tales long done

Attach to plastic dreams above

Timidly settled, but quickly gone

To depict the image on this day

Of breathless miles before the quake

Of breathless miles before the quake

Is this Love

Spiraling upward, plummeting downward

The plagues of emotion, a menacing jester

First lust

What is this curious creature?

He darts from the passenger seat,  grabs hold the wheel

Takes me down a road filled with temptation

One where the road never dies

But the conscience more fierce with each turn of the tire

Next pleasure

Oh that warmth and elation

A tender heart enshrouded in love

Disrupted by realizations of temporality

Longing longing longing

Longing for eternity like heavenly beings

It jerks to a halt; a stop sign

Expectant while also reluctant

Next comes melancholy

The realization of fallacy

The buts and why nots

Soaked in a cauldron of misery

More ingredients are added and stirred

Pushed farther into the mix

Scattering of pieces

Release of the tethers

Alas, I have no strength.

Pressed with such pressure

Fighting the inevitable

Warding off the intangible

This demon cannot be seen

Lastly, mending, healing

The emotional self has been tossed tattered demolished

A rebirth is in order, yet far from attainable

I wish to wallow in this sorrow still longer
And put off life until it comes knocking

Creatures

As creatures we love
As creatures we play
As creatures we live
Til the end of our days

From first opened eyes
To very last breath
We search the skies
For meaning and depth

Cast open our arms
Beckon others inside
Working our charm
While feeling such pride

Move into our shell
The feelings are bland
Release from this hell!
Create a new man

Chin up and refine
Feel it again
Cross over the line
Where have you been?

Come forward, do enter
Create a new home
Not merely a renter
A permanent loan

Take what you need
Just let me be
Why must I plead
You cannot see

The whirls the twirls
The endless delights
The falls the calls
On torturous nights

In the end all alone
All worries and cares
The cycle churns on
I am not there.

Zoos Rap

Underneath overgrown florals is where you’ll find me

When the day is hot the nights cool, and pines reak

Immersin in nature and spittin out the bad roots

Unlocking Pandoras box, and given it back to you

Everyone today thinks they need whats out of reach

But open your mind, and understand my vital critique

Your shallow, boring days will finally meet their demise

 The broken world you dwell will notice brighter skies

Thoughts untapped, mingle about, holding for

The one to unleash, activate, and make it pour

will you be ready, whore?

Or are you gonna, be subjected to, the constant let downs, breaking life in two, in which you’ll never know you?

Grab it by the horns, notice norms, break them off, start some shit

 when the day arrives,  your living in you head

Then you can go back to the life you had

Or you can realize brighter days lie ahead

What most don’t understand is the value lies within

Mack tringling bitches means nothing in the end

I’ve got the skill to weave your mothers best tapestry

And the verbal intricacies to color Zoos’ artistry

So perhaps I’ll see you down the road, once you’ve sold your soul

And you’ll be a skeleton of a man on deaths row

And I’ll be sitting high and mighty, not on my possessions

But on the concessions and recessions of life’s blessings

Its right infront of you, just reach out and grab it

Once you’ve felt it you won’t give up like Roger Rabbit

Abounding joy, thoughts unleashed, gifted kings with noble deeds

A myriad ways, no evil days, treasures flow, bitches go

But it continues, won’t let up, stays flowing, keeps knowing

Always pleasing, never leaving, never needs a reason, just believe in,

Own it up, throw it up, Spin around, let in down,

It will satisfy even when your buried in the ground

That’s what life’s about, finding something to stand for

Whatever it is, hurry up and find it, knock on heavens door

And tell them why you came, or they’ll tell you whos to blame

For all the shallow choices you made, all in the name of the game

Please. Don't. Share.

So many minds thinking so many thoughts

I don’t know which to believe, so I’m not

Gonna pledge allegiance to any set of ideals

Hand crafted around something seemingly unreal

Who can claim they found ultimate truth

When they can provide absolutely no proof

You really expect I’m gonna fall for that?

I’m my own person avoiding your trap

Your life is going by right before your eyes

And all your doing is falling for their lies

God gave you a brain so you could think for yourself

Not be another book sitting passive on a shelf

What I’ve seen makes me question whats supreme

What you’ve not keeps you like a robot

Constantly doing someone else’s bidding

Me with that lifestyle, man are you kidding?

So you choose yours and I’ll stick to mine

Stop shooting out your thoughts like its Columbine

The first step to grasping any form of belief

Is to let go of what has caused you all your grief

Any previous beliefs that you kept deep inside

Will now be forced out by the wayside

The beauty of standing for something you believe

Is better than remaining ungrounded like breeze

The world can be such a fragmented place

It no longer matters about class or race

With so many different idols after your heart

Everything will eventually rip you apart

So find a perspective and holdfast to it

It’s the only way that you’ll get through it

And once you’ve died and all has gone away

Still in the heavens your soul will stay

Put your trust in something than you far grater

And follow the will of the omniscient creator.

Sack Up

Us independent thinkers are unsatisfied with the world

We want to unmask the mocking smirk of normalcy

And find the truth

We are not satisfied by the promises of the church

The gentle lullaby that sings so many to sleep

And makes them forget the worries of the world

But they are there, oh my they are there

The worries seep from every infrastructure of society

And make their way deep into my soul

To not scrutinize this immensely intricate world

Would be a sad injustice unto oneself

When everything that occurs in the world can

Simply be ascribed to an act of God

Life loses its mystery

Motives are no longer questioned

All becomes expected

And sure, if this helps you to cope with your world

Then you go right ahead

If the only way you can feel a sense of purpose

Is to look for things above

Then you will have your head in the clouds

Ignoring what happens right here

To search for truth means to search for oneself

To search for oneself is a difficult process

We live in a world of difficult processes

So sack up and find yourself

And believe not what others tell you to believe

But believe what makes the innermost fibers of your being

Resonate with assurance, love and begin seeing

Sleep

How dastardly a devil to creep up like this

When I most need energy, he only persists

To make my eyelids turn an ash-worn gray

In hopes that I’ll see the end of today

Though tomorrow rears its anxious head

I want to tell it to go find a bed

For now I shall see what I’m made of

Pardon me for thinking sleep a waste of time

A life spent catching z’s is one of rot

Seems the other 25 letters I forgot

Guess I will just lay here on my cot

And tell myself, I need sleep

And let my soul by death be reaped

Just let it out

Enshrouded in the fumes of life

Have I been left in the dust?

Need to make time for myself

But living life to the fullest is a must

That’s what this goddamn culture keeps telling me

Living to the fullest is most important right now

I can address all the heavy shit when I get older

And by that time I’ll have it all figured out

But I can see straight through that lie

In fact, I think we all can if we just try

But to do so is one of the scariest thoughts

That maybe I’ve become another robot

Break free from the sturdy tethers of society

Wait! I might fall and who’s gonna catch me?

The one who will always be there is she

Then she leaves and you continue to bleed

Contentment through materialism is the only way

Buy yourself more shit and you’ll be happier today!

Then all your shit burns down in a huge fire

And ashes are all that remains of your empire

Loving one another is the only way to heal this pain

Humans need to understand we are each the same

We awake to this planet and fall asleep in its fangs

But our important lives we will continue to feign

The illness is so deep within us, we may be too late

Bring down the castle walls that shield the shared heart

The only way to each other is to realize our common fate

Otherwise we will continue on, only more torn apart

Too HIgh

Let her thighs fall through the skies

Alas a reckless village lives here

Whose mountain shoals and greasy caverns adorned

With faint wisps of ancient longing

Existing just to sleep with no snore.

From the basinless cliffs of dark days

And wondrous beasts of angelic haze

A book without strings attached, into a processional asthma attack.

Move for me, your tricks are hooves of bespeckled pines and Eskimo gaze

Another dance floor indeed as you scratch the canopy sun before it’s paid

O glistening shoals and bodies laid

Gnashing souls battle over thee wretched clouds

That carry her whims, and paint them with rain

Broken hearts and shattered souls, all victim to heaven’s praise

Oh rock the neck and cease to crave

Those tornfully schematic luscious graves

Weekends came and went in those seasoned days

With others unfurled, their wounds now paid

For too soon the body endures, countless baths of newfound chaise

Cleveland hearts won’t miss the sun,

When their mildly processed joys ruin fun

Lovebirds here the song I pray

Refuge, come to days repaid

A wounder’s glimpse of liquid phrase

Goodnight fair moon and victor’s laze

Another day brings with it praise