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Friday, September 30, 2011


sentence fragments.
attractive fashions for passionate factions
brains like magnets
we looked for care in the craft infatically
tragic travestys like anticlimatic revelry
quite arbitrary happenings if you ask me.
godspeed us to sea.
fact is the only tricks I know are profanity
capturing the innerworkings of humanity
each aspect I hold dear to me.
clearly ,
my head is in the trees

Thursday, September 29, 2011



We took a detour to head wound city
my skin
my soul
seranaded past the cellar door

even time wanders onward
looking outward over a tundra
these veins pumped lightning to this heart of thunder



into the circuts.

AS humble
as a lamb in wolves armor,
I laid waste to a couple of old bomb shelters
W/ gas cans & HOMEMADE napalm...
equal parts gasoline and frozen orange juice concetrate
a pinch of sawdust for taste
it resonated with the arsonist in my brain/never had I been so pleased by haunting
from day to day
flaunting my final wishes as if it were instrumental to the way I conduct buisness.

I cemented my plan in concrete to enduce listeners into being a

neon lights out lined the puddles of the asphalt
the night shimmered and shook like a seizure
this listless buissness
up in the encision,
kindred spirits take walks to talk dividends
split wisdom for this cultural annurisum,
a portrait of what is


strange ways to conduct biznezz

Friday, September 23, 2011


clandescent light showers shown bright from the cavernous cadavors
it had been hours since the city had devoured our athletic prowiss
we had our wits about us,
but our heads were spazzing
i felt asmatic,
on the verge of anxiety attacking
but with no real targets in mind.
this scene reminds me of a paradigm
bells ringing from time to time...and yet
as if my tithing had made sense,
the science surrounding my thoughts left a kiss on this breath

respect the rejects,interjects my soul

eyes surround and twist like a whirlwind whipping from the southwest
open mouth.closed heart
.dialated iris
memories distraught,
as if we had memoirs of crotch rot
distrust had been mentioned by our counterparts

this life is art.

so it is what you take from it

the smile from my eyes speaks to the miles ive been hoofin it
green pastures and stalemates with book talk for the mute
and unintrersted.
having to adiquate and make up for these intellecutal binges
wasted brain waves and shattered sirenges...
fact is the hurt barely fazes wisdom,
waves roll by unpreturbed
disturbing is barely even scratching the surface

but more and more
I dream of her

lord if I can learn

Ill sing the words that could bring down this fortress

fort nights


it springs right into counter balances.coexsistance,for instance,it wasnt until tonight that I realized my mind was a labryinth,full of mad hatters and alices
down in the rabbit hole where I left my soul up to chance

I feel the gravity

I keep her in my thoughts like the most perfect memory,oh devil,
get from me!

my back bone is hungry,and the night skies humming
this digital landscape is life altering
& humbling.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


shut up and cry with me.

take a walk along the shore
watch piano island burn

burn piano island,burn.

everything that we had learned,
sparred for and deemed worthy
has turned to a silouette in which

every breath is a bomb

so long.

there the skulls raise up from the earth.convulse into form
and I bash my own into red walls

fall comes early

I raise up with a fractured frontol lobe

I need a spinal tap

clap for this,I take blows as I bow off of the sternum

into the vortex

where we



and the whole ordeals a climax,

the zenith was months ago


holy lonesome road


it speaks to toe tags & motion
smoke and potion
this black plate has powder dusted across it like a star going supernova
i see it in technicolor
as I travel threw the endless white
its been a while since Ive had my nostrels coated by the evening
silently,I walk the fine divided lines of obscurity & pride
cathardic pleasentries bring out the lust of the sleepless nights
love is but a battle scar
it was followed by the blizzard of shards
visible and haunting
and yet somehow un rewarding and somber.
slaughter in the onslaught of day dreams and
for this time line is not our portrait
but a source of hurt from the depths of a note tucked deep inside of a book of poetry
which had been burned so
it had given to insecurieties
and the annanimoty of trust
from this breeds new life,
static electricity dancing in eyes
new moons glance upon a horizon
and I'am
intune with the hum of the flow
the currents of love
the strength of wisdom.

chrisp letters on a quiet tounge

I pray your as happy as you say you are
as for now its time to finish resting


run...but this time going to never return from the blessing

the birds chirp

and I am blinded by the transparency

Monday, September 19, 2011


bringsteen my dopamine receptiors to acceptable levels
assimilate fever and general anestesia so we wont be treated like dope feinds with amnesia
into the needless jesus,needles please us,in haste the seasons bring us
on fences
we're crucified with air tanks and dentures
slight dementia brings us to the farside
when was our apartide? or do we just not get a garden of eden..
leisons are leasions
teach lessons as day jobs,squabble squack with the jealous poppy cock,take a frolic off a hill and want not
spill your inner workings in a rainbow cataclysim
an orgasim for the culture vultures and timberwolves
golden hooves carry me to danger.
away from these wagers
and the ever lasting favors
brave is never saying good bye
well at least in these eyes
because returns are intimate
and the rest is a lost cause
a breif pause in this runaway train called life
im married to the road
the freedom is my wife.
but away from the constant change,
or the art that is painstaking and draining every inch of thought
creation is a form of destruction,
dismantinlg while assembling
the main purpose of life
/ /
isnt it to take chances and be generous?
wether that means with your feelings
or your belief system.

the name of the game is LIGHT ,

up from the
get go/blast from the past/yo/robots drinking petrol/night skys light up like the fifth of july/the only rights is fullfilment as a weekend warrior in disguise/reprise/the only etrepenuear who spits crazy maneuer has you up in arms like you was prasing your fueuer/explinations are rural/southern head,cornbread fed,wu tang reciting white kid from tex...issss/entangled in stove runs and coastal pirate missions/gets you thinking of transcontiental condo timesharing

spare me.

the rest is baring down on me like a pyramid
with eyelids.


come sit quietly on the door step of the palace
let the palidromes avalanche out of that mouth like
translate the lightning!
transcribe the brain waves
manifest desires like life of the tundra
sightless beings in controlled pain.
wild in manners,despair and strange praise of timing,
swinging sweetly on every syllabul and speech by dilatonts
like meek martyers taking a weeks paid vay cay
to infect support.
we spared the likes of the quiet and malnurshed,
because their votes count too..
well educated willing to let their sperm spray...
lets take a quantum leap in our kindness
and self seperation
cherished simply by the ones who cared,we kept them in our eye sight
for all is fair
and childish in the right mind
but left is our whereabouts,similar paradoys form diffrent spouts
the life waters of knowledge is why we drink from them
a fountain that breeds loud mouths
so in modesty its held
the very cell of reproduction.
repurcussions breed times of war and nose bleeds for the house hunters
long sleevs for the couch blood doners
dancing on the footsteps of lonesome
its dove season
were blowing holes in that wisdom.
call it an olive branch syndrome
spewing tactics like sick ass fissures
reading scriptures to please the mass of drones
clones come and grow
under neath the marketing lights and currency showers
there we see the final power
of lust for the unknown.
what a bone head move
young men
seems its time to ascend with battle axes and felt tip pens
spray cans
a vision...
what that is,though,is why I mention it
we all cant do it alone.
bridges criss cross the skyline as the structures of the city shine
sightlines are frightning at times,playing on the minds of those who dine as diliatonts
in upscale pleasure romps,the poor of the city are hunted and left feetless
bleeding out while spanging from a seat
the kind of unwinding youd only find in a childish mindstate,reduced crimerates
in a way.
strange,I never thought a decapitation was sane,until I saw a man with a monacl
devouring brains...change dumping out of his pockets
golden lockets filled with pictures of our last ten presidents
we almost suffocated from the amount of dollars that flooded the estate
it became a tomb for the well educated,such a shame they forgot how to work for anything.
such a misstress the slums became
the groomed began tearing their clothes to get a taste of the underworld
no shame
no fame
no glory without pain
they say
and in a way,it makes us think
in what way do we deem a vacation

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


the birds are in discussion outside this sliding glass door...down on the floor the carpet is warmed from the sun,the hum of the computer and the typing of these rusty old fingers is like food for my soul. Up in this head theres a fuzzy feeling that was fleeting for many months,the cause of several problems,and why my exs wish me dead. Past those thoughts theres a sad boy,all he wants is a hand to hold in his and have understand,but shes out east...or down south...or a mile and a half away,its strange to be in discussions about anything,it means somthing to me (to us) the grand scheme of this intricat web ive weaved,still the streets beckon for me like a light house or steeple,but the people I miss most are all dead and buried,scarey that all my friends are dying or getting married,and I just document it all. I cant wait to burn these writings,watch them float into eternity...see myself become the mysterious figure I forgot to meet at the party,the one whos smile is alarming,and wits are charming...who could talk you into a dream. because my reality is a dream,it always has been...high school was like fast times,and Im slamming vans into my head. the rest of the time has been outlined to describe to myself how grimey I can get,sleeping in cars and eating various drugs to never forget,never surrender. this isnt glamour in any sense,and in no way am I proud of this,it simply is. without pain there is no glory,and without fear and love there is no story,and for me to be forming plot,to allow them to be boring is about the worst thing that I could ever do,so I paint a non objective portarit of karma for the intrested audience to see,because for me,this life is a brainstorm,one long beautiful,gloruius odysessy,that will take me from the pacific ocean to the seas of tripoli. in what way I reach this is unconsequental,in what manner I get living is in what manner I choose,and for the ones that I love you will know so soon...because to rest for a minute is one minute far too long for yours rest for a minute is unwarented...I can sleep when I reach heaven,and calva is my next door neighbor.


tramadol baby doll with her hair golden white
gentle thoughts as she catches sun rays by the pire...stabalized
but uncivilized,and her eyes smile as her lips pout with desire
we shout but no words come out,just groans and quivers
it sends a shiver at just how many dire consequences are frivilous
an empty wallet with no markings in it,
only folded ones with no liscene...or inusrance...
assurance that the hole in the heAd can mean one of two things;
give it all for somthing.
or youll be left without anything.

Monday, September 12, 2011


trashtalking drunk with a punk mouth
spinning adjectives on a couch
kid from the south...loud...brash...rash decisons,scissor wisdom
splender,grim grinning with trippy enuendos...blowin endo..tissue deteriation in
cavitys in the head, grimey do you wanna go?

but then again what is it that makes a man;
what is it that makes a woman?

theres no more words to right

no more lines to draw

a few more times will sing

then the walls shall fall.

it was the call of the wild,
the whole while I was out.
I hadent seen old friends in months,all the new ones were tripped out
it aint easy making the transiton from class clown to cash cow
sometimes you end up in somoa with tape over your mouth,
or in denver
on a tale of two couches
truth is,you have to continue to keep rolling,sometimes the most logical act is to give in to emotion.

if you cant go back
you cant stand still

if the thunder dont get ya then the lightning will

Saturday, September 10, 2011


how the desks collect
institutional fragments of intellect

spread it thin,
rinse...take the mischeif out of it

how fun it is to dance on adjectives
make love to sentences
to misspell,
the last fronteir of a writer..

because,be honest,you can read it.

oh what a treat it is to speak to you beautiful
now subrtact the wo
man...bliss...Yeah it can make a fellow...
down right sensitvie
,it can make its self aparent in wisdom
when hes afraid hes bullshiting
or that other people cant put a spin on it.

tips...for the poor college kids...and yet I resemble one of them

thin lines come from spinal bursts of blood and technicolor
former fumbles point to primative bouts of boiling tundras
hum lower sweet parapalegic,the privlege is all mine
said the blind caveman anemic
street treats

beats me

into a trance we speak...out of modern contextual sores

spare me the leisure in meticulous molestations of the thesaurus
the days is where I spend
with my pipe
at my writing chair
pulling out hairs and injecting fear into the hearts of
Struck down by the clear benevolence of the devil
honed in by the power of luck
the object of deciet
well it really has nothing to do with me
in fact im pleased,as well as amazed
that I write on a daily basis
draw on occasion

Always make songs in my heart and soul
and spend my days
in utter awe of the world

what do you do for yours????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

your knees on my knees
im sitting straight up on the top step
your backs on the wall of the stoop
we're sitting enjoying our time with friends
you have a blunt between your fingers and a technicolor bathing suit top on
frenching the smokes from your lips to your nostrel
Im looking at the dawn of the sun
theres really no explination more
my dreams make a rich mans reality poor

Tuesday, September 6, 2011


I want to throw empty beer bottles at your window
have the shattered glass dump on me like a rainstorm
my brain hurts so much when I think of restarting
think of him
think of the reasons I am where I came from
let me beleive that you know it as well
belive that there are golden dreams on the sun
and if the only thing im looking for is love,than how can I stand inbetween
but if it was the only thing that made sense to me
does it speak to the way things should be?
I dont think I comprhend the scope of things
I gave it five years 4 months ago and now I feel like diving off a cliff into the ocean
suppose my nose led me to you,suppose my heart and head were fed too soon
maybe we met to soon
maybe it wasnt soon enough.
maybe these regrets are truth
but loose is this heart and mouth in the way Ill sing for you
I may be a blip on the radar now,
but Ive been manifesting a lifetime
an angel with your clandesence
a smile with those eyes.


I was almost hit by a car and this beautiful black girl...
it was by chance we were walking together
it would have been more so chance if we were struck together
heads and legs seperating places
brain matter all over the pavement cooked in by these hot pacific sun rays...
I thought about being sober today,until the car drove by the other way
next stop is the circle K...a hand full of fourties paid for by quarters and pennies
I got here and laid on the floor,
surrounded myself with the sounds of home
neil young.
suppose you were here too,suppose we drank wine until the evening subdued
and we spoke in only parables & haikus
suppose the stars shine brighter out west,and the moon hangs lower in the east
suppose I sweetly sang you to sleep,brushing your hair from your cheek
and I laid awake thinking of how to word everything.
and your gentle breath kissed every inch of my senses until I covered yourself with
and this is how we spend eternity,day dreaming in our sleep...



get back to reality and tussel in the carpet,looking out to the trees and the apartments adjacent.
I strectch out tall and meditate until complacenecy washes over this emotionless face
pace back and forth from the air matresses to the mirror to see if ive changed
but time seems to stand still ever since Ive been away


I never intended my love to be this way

Sunday, September 4, 2011


he watches porno on his mobile phone
on the low though
his devious laughter is why his face is plastered all over town
dead or alive reads the sign...50000 dollar reward for his spine
hords of bounty hunters scower the city slums for this wretched scum
the only realization is that they may never find him
outlaw on the run.
guns twirl & bullets dance at the tip of a hat
you can find me at dillons fence walking along next to it
laughs as casual as breaking down at a funeral
lines of trubadours,
stupid whores,
the marine corp.
and ruth buzzi impersinators storm the door
we fall to the floor doing our best impersinations of victims of foreign wars
glory fades and the red dawn washes ashore
more and more I realize that were all to afraid to be more
but all to ready to become bored
when even action is mightier than the sword
oh lord Ive seen the devistation that war lords give in to
that for warned destiny that evil is glued too
faith hates truth
and on top of that the sky is a hazy blue,the misma of the city speaks to me & you
please be kind and rewind what were doing
for I feel as though no one grasps the scope of our loathing
As I stand by the skeletons in pearl necklaces and diamond earings.


To be an artist is to be a buisnessman
but to know nothing of the trade.
To be a writer is to be a politician
but to agraphobic to campaign.
To be yourself is often times the hardest challenge
do you want fame and compassion
or would you like to ease the pain behind the stories
in my laboratory I reside,
in actuality its a peice of mind
a state I find divine
I am in line for 25 states and two countrys in a years time
countless beers and stares from sinners and reverands unaware of my rhyme
single splices of feeling
and the girl who haunts my dreams
im reeling from the fact that I only can spend so much time in designated areas
it speacks to the arrogance in me
I tend to bleed my soul dry of good deeds,
I should treat myself to some appalation mountain sleep
nussled in ashville drinking pinot noir
and malt liqor 40z...writing at malaprops before stumbling to the laughng seed.
or should I be in athens county,
on the jackie o's patio
eating ten strips with worm and roach,talking about how trippy some shit seems.
or in charlottesville,at the tea bazaar
smoking hookah discussing bizzar tactics for modern living over java
...or down on the platte smoking some of denvers finest medication
I am not elated to know the extent of my dedication for being omnipresent
its not a condusive lifestyle.
but smiles from wide eyed loves make the journey every bit worth it
especially tramping around in the back woods of pittsburgh
where every golden tree is stripped of its bark,gleaming from the white snow with the sounds of sweet baby qs barks
and I embarked on a misson that marked the first step in my indvidual journey
clearly idenifying the path in which I love
& fear.
the damndest thing...
I feel as though next year will be even crazier than this


some live life like a savage in pursuit of that cabbage
stepping on heads & snapping vertebreas at random,
filling their overheads with emotional baggage...lavish enough to spread threw out the rest of the cabin
chump bitches...
tell all their buisness,
fuck around and end up their own star witness
seas of perpetrators,
man its so clear,'
stop snitching or have your whole set sent up for years.
three cheers for the rusty cans and vomitspit,
odd topics as we break into kumquats with gorgeous housewives covered in black eyes and puffed lips,
smoking cigarettes while sitting like junkies waiting for a fix
fidgiting and skidish,
relentless in the questions that are stricken
but records are intact if your in the buisness of making it peoples last night in the city limits
pass me the flask over this burning trashcan and tell me the story of how you got here,
for I fear its the only story I know
it seems as if life is merely an odyessey of hope
nose goes on the next pirate run,no guns,only stash spots and bibles on the front

why do you wan to be the guy everyones looking for?

Friday, September 2, 2011


Am I all alone in this world?

27 seconds and two minutes until the neck folds


yet the king holds steady in the tumbling card deck of repoor

me more than I know

hates the child that resides in these eyes

mild acclimations of nine
maybe ten feet in which I climbed

yet she was by his side,

I am by mine,
so I rarely reside in the thought that isnt mine...

glide down the mountain side.

how DID I...

smile when the only climax was fullfiling

and restoring the rate of high taxes and clemency

experiments for the borats and climaxs of texas in regards to infancy

yet my thorax has been sepererated like scalpeled nouns

pound for pound we sell every ounce to the children of the infantry

and gang factions...maybe brain functions will collapse the asumption

my only reaction is that im bruisd up and mastering that sense of thumbin up

in that sense,

im the only cents that form dollars

feel smaller when callers come to jeopardize


labodimies start to counter my eyes and the prize their set upon

I am no brain spawn...but then again I am no sprained thumb

coming up with rhymes for lame jawns
the only explanation I haves on
dreary resignations and counter forumulated origonal spouts of wisdom,broken digits are like cataclysims
steady countin blessings like foreign convents
the only sense


that I was to clear to grasp it

as is

the only action is factions...divided up by so many lessons

attraction isnt all that is.

but its half of it


What I expected left me feasting on the thoughts of blessings & treasures
no no talk over the short sleve draw obsession
I glanced at the eyes of a stranger as I shuffled past
she drew a calm sadistic gaze over a cigarette smoke rings that billowed out,
brushed the hair from her eyes then smiled...coke rings around her mouth.
time after time I had envisoned a design quite comprable to this timeline.
I was unaware such love could sprout..
spine winding down on the falt lines...but you cant breathe sweetly in a rising tide
makes tomorrow feel like five life lines all coming to an ending hopefully a truth will come out.
but to interject would be a medly of unrest,
agression at a high cost of living
then tiy can get your throat slit or do bids in federal prison
not to mention the attention your personality insists on living in would splinter off in jaggd lightning bolt directions
next to greed,revenge is what makes evil breed and fester faster in the hearts of jesters and revrends
masters of sinning and never omitting such faults
no longer will I explain this exsitance...merely will I live it
I speak to the magicans and wizards
in my head I see visions