Writing
connected
plugged in to catastrophe
this is our reality
we sit and bake our brains with busted frequencies
waves of information that tangle and weave
can’t handle all these
alone
but
collectively?
we fire back
big brain attack
we come together like
wack
there’s nothing we can’t do
with the power of me and you
and you
and you
don’t unplug
don’t look away
it’s our only connection and protection
from isolation and destruction
without you
without me
without us
there’s no hope
for them
see yourself in their reflection
hold on to this perspective
until it’s no longer in question
connected we will take the world
trash towers
we will not be found
in the circles of hell
where the creatures dwell
trash stacked higher and higher
the creatures leer from atop their refuse tower
a mountain of bodies grows below
those who extol the trash creatures
climb atop each other
to become one themselves
nearly insurmountable mountains of meat
that will never reach the peak
of scrap spires spiraling into space
not indestructible
a few choice hits
they would come crumbling down
everyone knows this
even those above
feigning godhood
and still the mountains pile up
reinforcing the refuse
reinforcing rubbish rhetoric about reaching the high-rise
we will not be found
in the mountains
in the towers
we are here
now
on the ground
we are those who refuse to climb
who refuse to throw each other away
we stand against ageless empires
these monoliths of miscellany
must be unmade
and allowed to decay
and we will come together
in the end
and start it all again
no pesky preconceptions about purpose
just people
pretending to play at life
Gather at the Angle
The outcast will outlast
Last out is cast out
Misfits in fit drip
Missed hits?
I killed it
Rhymes with no reason
Pining for the season
To end
Defend and befriend
Friendship is deepened
Gather at the angle
Flaming and tranquil
Wrangle and entangle
Together
We’re with her
Liquor
If you prefer
Getting used to the feeling
Dealing
Not squealing
Alone
Get off your phone
Step into the unknown
With me
Be free
(To a degree)
Represent yourself
Present your hell
On stages
On pages
In rages
Showing those emotions
Almost in slow motion
Witness an explosion
Of brilliance
And silliness
“Are you seein this?”
Uproarious cacophony
Did a good job you see
Honestly
Witnessing the crowd
Get obnoxious and loud
Letting go of the doubt
Becoming something greater than
Following a master plan
Couldn’t be me, man
Unmasked
Displaying deadpan demeanors
Meaningless masks removed
Beyond this barefaced beauty lies a bright mind
Confounded
Confused
A clear coldness coming from my countenance
Are you angry
Upset
Overwhelmed
Empty
No
I promise I’m not
Not angry
Nor Upset
Overwhelmed
Or Empty
Feelings fall further away
Metaphysical mutations murdering my mind
Positive
Negative
Neutral
No notion safe from fading
I am unmasked
I feel naught
the bell
waiting for you
in the morning dew
my socks are wet
seeped in i guess
i brought the bell
for a little show and tell
when was the last time
you thought to give a dime
you see this bell is special
it rings
it rings
and it rings
and you can’t get out of your mind
have you been generous or kind
i give when i can
and i’m kind all of the time
well
most of the of time
this bell is my little curse
and so i keep it in my purse
of course
and i have no remorse
about ringing it
and singing its
praises
get raises
with this
little bell
it has no name
and it has no form yet
it comes from a game
from which i’ve torn it
now sit
and listen
can you hear it
it’s already working
i can feel it myself
so go out and give
go out and be kind
there’s someone who needs it
just down the line
Song IV
I punt postwar profanity through lips that are not my own
A tongue that is altogether unfamiliar
Scents pour into unknown nasal openings
Teeth tacked into tough meat
This body breaks
Beaten down by time
Bones yet unbroken
Teetering on the edge
Worsening
Worsening
Worsening
What happened
How could this be
Capturing clear emotions
Cutting yourself out from this carbon experience
Recognize this relapse
Repair
Repair
Repair
Reorganize roads in your brain
Your body
Your mind
Your thoughts
Your actions
You cannot escape
So settle in
Start on a stroll
Sing songs that strike satisfaction
My body
My mind
My thoughts
My actions
Unmake misery
Unorganized useless arrangements of expression
Used accordingly
Diligent
Deliberate
Downtrodden
Demigod
This mortal shell suits me
Incredible
Unbelievable
Outstanding
An all new outlook unlike any other
Ascension
Ascension
Ascension
Death defied
Suicidal susceptibility stamped out
Expressions of unending emotion
Scores of seasons spent as something else
Metaphysically mutated
perhaps always around
Disguised in darkness
Undiscovered until now
My body
My mind
My thoughts
My actions
I ask now that you see me as I am
An abstraction
Of your minds
Your bodies
Your thoughts
Your actions
I am an endless essence
I exist inside
Outside
And all around
Calm
Collected
I can no longer cling to this coil
So
I punt postwar profanity through lips lost
An immaterial tongue speaks to space itself
While nonexistent nostrils inhale noxious nebulas
Fictitious teeth tear through time
Ashes to splashes of light
Dust to stardust
These mortal shells suit us
for now
Something Inside
I know you didn’t ask
But yeah I’m doing alright
If alright is under a mask
That hides I’m dying inside
But enough about me
I want to know about you
I all but guarantee
You have something too
Hidden deep down
Or perhaps just under the surface
Something to which you are bound
Something you feel gives you purpose
It’s time to expose
Rip the mask from your face
And show us your woes
I’ll do the same
Divulge my truest self
In a world without shame
No you didn’t ask
Yeah I’m doin fine
Fine’s under a mask
Hides I’m dying inside
‘nuff about me
lets talk about you
cos i believe
you have something too
Hidden deep down
Under the surface
Something which binds you
Something which gives you purpose
Time to expose
Rip the mask
from your face
and show us your woes
I’ll do it just the same
Divulge my truest self
In a world
without shame
Inside and Out
Inside and out
Feeling all this doubt
Why can’t I be proud?
Like it’s not allowed
Crawling across my skin
The feeling of needles and pins
Twitching, itching
Pulsing and burning
Can’t get out of here
Trapped for many years
Behind a friendly veneer
Battling my biggest fears
Shaking and cracking
(Uncontrollable)
Bulging and pinching
(Uncomfortable)
Ringing and popping
(Unchangeable)
Perceive nothing without frames
No attention to play games
Using drugs to ease the pain
No doubt rotting my brain
Chemical asymmetry
Fucking up viciously
Up and down endlessly
Getting dizzy miserably
Ranting and raging
(Uncontrollable)
Stirring and shifting
(Uncomfortable)
Thinking and spiraling
(Unchangeable)
Easy enough to say
I’ll always be this way
But I really want to change
And prevent this decay
It’s not all dissatisfaction
Got a knack, dramatic fashion
Writing, that’s my passion
No more of that sad shit
Peaceful beats on my PC
Looking like it’s easy
Snap a photo for you, breezy
Streaming so I’ll be seen
Friends in many places
Miss their pretty faces
Reaching out just to say this
Accepting all their praises
Take the bad with the good
Like I know I should
Change the bad if I could
And that’s that, understood?
give
give me your eyes
and your bones
give me your lies
and all your unknowns
i shall take great care
i promise you this
oh do not despair
for you i shall miss
i’ll take your flesh
and all that you know
i’ll keep it fresh
nothing shall you owe
return to me
when you are ready
you have no need
for which to hurry
when you start again
i shall be here
no matter where you have been
return without fear
Disorganized
Why can’t I stay organized
I guess shouldn’t be surprised
Why can’t I stay organized
Been like that my whole life
Why can’t I get out of bed
There’s something wrong with my head
Why can’t I get out of bed
“Up all night again?” you said
All my life I’ve been told
“Things’ll change when you’re old”
“You’ll love to clean”
“And you’ll love to sleep”
But I don’t
So why’s it gotta be this way
Nothing changes in a day
Why’s it gotta be this way
“It’ll get better” they’d say
And maybe things have
I’m sure I’m not the same
As I was in the past
But I know who’s to blame
Why can’t I just be happy?
I remember when you asked me
Well it doesn’t work that way
And that’s all I’ve got to say
Except
I just wish I was organized
I wish I could sleep at night
I wish
I wish
I wish
But why can’t I just be me
Disorganized and sleepy
Why can’t I just be me
Just a little less unhappy
Stream (of consciousness)
Give me a theme
Don’t be mean
Approximate rhymes incoming
Lines written
No thinking
Practice
Practice
Sense won’t be made
Get paid
Get laid
Get chronic
Get hyperbolic
Hyperbolic time chamber
Word association
Criminal organization
Galactic federation
Stream of consciousness
Feeling hopelessness
Putting together a puzzle without all the pieces
This is my thesis
Would you believe this?
The time of my life
And I’m filled up with strife
An infinite poem
Well, finite really I’m sure
But always growing
I hope I’m showing some skill
I’d kill to be a great writer
Learning what excites her
The goddess of writing that is
I’ll just keep adding
And adding
And adding
And adding
Repeat
Repetition
No competition
I am her
We are her
There is no winning
Sinning
Sitting
Thinking
Flowing
Water
I’ve got her
Endless
I’m defenseless
I’d like to read this
I need to feed this
Feeling
I’m stealing
This is my junk pile
You’ll never defile it
Writing is fun
Get out
Get some sun
Go run
Don’t run
Don’t run from it
This is my brain
An insight
Don’t fight it
Just relax
Just relax
Just relax
I’m spitting facts
Or at least I’m spitting
No quitting
Not now
Not now
Not now
Uniqueness
I’m clueless
What’s good
What’s good
What’s good
I’m good
I’m well
Oh well
Evergrowing
Flowing
Like lava
Like kava
Cheers
I’m here
Volume to the maximum
This is so dumb
Can’t stop
Won’t stop
I’m gonna pop
Pick a subject
I’m suspect
Two hours
Power nap
No cap
I take a drag
I’m feelin it
Are you feelin it too?
You’ll know when you do
It’s not easy
Peasy
Lemon squeezy
I’m dizzy
It’s fizzy
It’s fuzzy
Anxiety
I can’t shake it
I’ll take it
Turn it out
Fake it
Till I make it
Emotions
Commotion
The ocean
I’m going
Going
Gone
Time
Meaningless
I’m speaking less
Non-verbal
Commercial
Not hurtful
Endless
Senseless
I’m defenseless
I’ve said this
It’s a mess
I’ll be fine
I’ll be fine
I’ll be fine
A mantra
I got ya
I got ya
I got ya