Collecting my moonlight,
I drew a silver pool

Made of little flames
Too small to see or hear.

We bowed to one other,
And danced between the worlds

In our common realm,
We shared a little peace.

...

When it was time to go,
Our lamentations rained

Down upon that hill,
Far, and far away...!

My metabolism set the western sky ablaze
All conforming to my gaping maw;
Smoke rose up to the moon
And the moon shone down on you.

Rotten wood makes a good home for the oyster mushrooms
Wood that tastes the heterotrophic delight
Wood that was already dead,
Long ago
So you are not a parasite.

Not a nightmare,
Not all the time.

The fire outside your window isn't reaching
It is there,
And triangles became water
With the tangle of currents returning to silence.

It is not good when I just let myself ramble

I know it hurts!

But the terminus
Is where your skin stops and the air starts
Someone else's air
That they've been breathing in
The air that we abuse.

The skin that we feel
Soft and pigmented
Fragile and squishy
Strong and meaningful
Riddled with nerve endings

I know it hurts!

But
It's where your decision stops
And God's incision starts
What you reap from that hallowed place
Where your head rocks,

It could be surgery,
Or... maybe not.

I know it hurts
Because I know it to hurt
When I enjoy a thing
The thing we were
Together strung
You're never wrong
Sometimes it hurts
I know it hurts.

//

You can't have a definition without very sharp edges
Think about what that means
When you reach the edge of our definition
The one we are upholding together right now
It will be a sharp edge

It's beautiful now, but it seems very harsh later.

I see the edges of shapes, and therefore,
I see what death has gotten life

You don't have to attribute the bounty of life to suffering and death

You could attribute it to another point of suffering

You don't even have to consider that there is a bounty of life
Or even that there is suffering
Or that there is life
Or that there is death

These semantic packets are all biasing
I guess just think for yourself
I feel like I'm misleading you
Now I feel so tiny and embarrassed xD

she
penned
novels.

painted marvels

even organized ensembles,
with the blood
of men,

men without a love of poetry.

he
said he loved it

and he's studied

just to put himself above it

but this man
is without a love of poetry.

he
built a world
it was pleasing to himself

but had to be coaxed
into a love of poetry.

we are the ones
who keep poetry alive.

here's to the man
without a love of poetry.

Who cares how well you can play your instrument,
You're full of yourself and it's not that impressive
The universe lined up for you and not me
You don't make me melt, and I won't worship you

No I don't worship you
Why not me?

I will avoid being the bad one,
Be the bad one for me
Commit atrocity
I don't ever want to be
Like them
Sever straight
Be the wolf
Me, I am just a sheep

We know some have abstained
Bless their holy *****
144,000
Orders of infinity
They will never be considered evil

But me, I have to be
Have to be eventually
144,000 I fell straight through
There is no safety net
We must fulfill every state
We must complete the cycle
We must inhabit the spectrum

"Don't you dare disrespect me"
He said.

We are trying to stretch it out
It is not disrespectful
It is fine
It is enough
It is even pleasurable

No it is not,
Stop lying,
You don't enjoy that

You are DEFINITELY ALLOWED
To express that you don't
Yes I know you see the privileged ones doing it
Yes I know that is such a shameful thing

But complain

Want more

Because I know you don't enjoy that.

I know you have fought so hard to say you do,
But swallow your pride
You don't
You don't enjoy it.

You want more
And yes you will regret it but go on
Take more
Adventure on

Nothing will stop your future regret
But I want you to have this

They are the things we call great from certain angles
They are the things we will die for

Yes yes yes they will call us evil
It is beyond certain
Yes yes yes this poem could even be used against you
You believe yourself exonerated
But go a level deeper
What's the worst thing you would do, huh?

Just take your slice and die,
It will always disappoint in the end
You can't hide your shame
But take your slice, take it
And yes, for the love of God
Complain.

If you must.

The initial thought was,
"Raphael looks lost without me"

But I am starting to realize,
You angels have made your own space,
And you don't need me.

In fact,
What a lamentable thing,
To serve a man who is masquerading as a black hole.

The angels mock themselves, juvenile
Completely hopeless
You watch them burn

You are not God
You're a drunk misfit
And yet you are fettered to a godly doom,
With no such glory to speak of.

Well then, why am I here you ask?
Well I'm about to show you.

And let this poem be forever evidence
Of the strangeness of this individual,
And how they were fated to be the only one
To experience the fullness of the Universe.

No one really understands why Kanye said
Adolf ****** was a stand up guy

I think maybe he sees too much, like me--

Doing such hateful things is actually ordered by the universe
And who would want to be the lightning rod of evil,
Who would want to actually be guilty of that level of sin?

And aren't the rest of us just kind of hiding from that evil character?
These words could really infuriate people.
But I think it's worth considering, maybe the rest of us
Are just pretending not to be that evil,
While also the opposite is true
We are temporary stops the entirety of the universe makes
But! it is of one central character.

I'm not saying there is any sense in glorifying him
Just questioning why we so passionately feel
It makes that much sense to glorify anyone else
I mean I do understand the classical, very obvious logic
We want to celebrate our wins,
But isn't that question just interesting?

I mean, I understand a rubidium atom is not at all a helium atom
But they are just two different expressions of the same thing.

Is the dissent because people disagree with such lunacy,
Or is it some kind of aversion the universe has
Because such realizations--it well remembers the future--
Coincided with its inescapable collapse?

Very similar to the exploration of gender

Are we in love?

As the sycamores yellow,
I lacquer on
My caustic words
But it feels so wrong

You crack a smile
I don't feel half bad
But if I were you
I would be so ******* mad

But it's all I can do
Just to face your shelves
I think that maybe
I should still myself

But I just keep buzzing
My character's alive
Oh, well maybe you should kiss me
I'm a real nice guy

Oh, maybe you should kiss me
I'm a real nice guy

Are we in love?

When will you see that nothing's wrong?
I know you think the notion stark,
But why are all your words so dark,
When your whole world is full of light?

We are alive and doing fine
I've learned to read between the lines
My comprehension comes and goes
Just like the sand between my toes

Yes the shadows are woven in
Only they're not woven
They're more like tears
That was my pride, I'm sorry
I let it get the best of me.
There's nothing to say,
Only to live this to the end.

And we will always be friends

Nothing is perfect, I know that
I only live in the present tense
The hardest sensation gets us there
But I'll never feel prepared

And even if you cast me out
I will always be okay
Here in your patient tender heart
The worst of it has not come today

Yes the shadows are woven in
Only they're not woven
They're more like tears
That was my pride, I'm sorry
I let it get the best of me.
There's nothing to say,
Only to live this to the end.

And we will always be friends

I know I seem cruel from this vantage
There isn't much that I can do
Or I could try, but I'd eventually run out
And that just never works for you

The universe can be a cold place
I didn't know it was just me
Until we ran into those problems
But we don't have problems
Nothing is broken
We're doing fine
I swear we're alright

Yes the shadows are woven in
Only they're not woven
They're more like tears
That was my pride, I'm sorry
I let it get the best of me.
There's nothing to say,
Only to live this to the end.

And we will always be friends

Now I've gone off the deep end

I don't want to read Chaucer
I want to forget everything
I don't want to study Van Gogh
I want to forget everything
I don't even want to read Edgar Allan Poe
I just want to forget everything

I don't want to study music theory
I want to forget everything
I don't want to find a way to love you
I want to forget everything
I don't wanna find a way to fall in love with you again
I just want to forget everything

I don't want to hear about Robert Smith at 29
I want to forget everything
I don't want to hear about your Olympic Race
I want to forget everything
I for sure don't want to listen to Taking Back Sunday
I just want to forget about everything

I don't want you to make me cry
I want to forget everything
I don't want to think I'm supposed to hurt
I want to forget everything
I don't wanna feel your scathing words
I just want to forget everything

Harmony, sweet harmony
It doesn't exist here, baby
Harmony, sweet harmony
There's somewhere it don't exist.

I guess it turns out I don't
Love myself that much.

You and me,
We can go around taping all the leaves back on trees.

We can try to eat better and pick up plastic.

I will hang my head and let Lacey lick my ear with his forked tongue
I will hum along as I try to read again, drowning in works untouched

I'll stop wondering what it means.

We can try and make peace with it
Dissolving and popping
Screaming eureka, hallelujah, the whole time.

I will probably start drinking again.

You and me, we can feel what's been happening
We design to ignore it, or design to accept it
Neither plan works and I'm lost and I wrecked it

I will definitely start drinking again.

But you left out the good parts
All you do is mope
What's left when you're down at the end of your rope?

Whose letter resides by your bed every night
Do you think you might see her again?
Well I might

Drawn to or repelled
All the same I feel you

And nobody is wrong for how they feel

Still you might not enjoy every feeling of another,
Who may not agree with sentiments
Which now are all too real.

Is the problem that I feel it?
But no, feeling is the reason!
Should I attempt to conceal it?
There's no hiding from the truth!
So much imbued within each moment,
That I forfeit all description.
You ramble on,
Complicit in your convoluted feud

There is a very excited energy
That you are able to leverage through not being me

Yes, I've seen it,
The pure rage and resentment that it should be this way.

"Who is that man?
I will not forfeit my energy for that loser, I want no part in it!"

...

Believe me when I say, the sentiment is reflected in my jet black body, too.

And honestly, I'm happy for you, though I know you don't care.

It's very strange, because you are entangled with me after all.

Of course I get jealous,
Why was I disallowed from that identity?

And it hurts when you brag about it.

You always "cheat on me," and I end up being painted however it goes. It's not right...

It's always the wind pushing the house
Van Gogh black and navy swirls
That makes me feel alright

I don't know I guess it's just comforting somehow
To be inside

And when the rain starts to pelt the window,
My widow,
Once again my bride...

Am I like your Ligeia,
Frontier-man,
Your one true Enterprise?

Cause baby, you are mine.

I'm not looking for possession,
Just effort to stay on your horizons.

These days I think I'll fall...
Oh, darling... all the time.

Dream maker

Hanging loose, half-possessed
Hair hanging down across the shoulder of your mind.

Her feet scuffing up the sun-dried dirt
Her converse, making little clouds of dust

"I think it's supposed to rain tomorrow"
And you felt it,
Her body as a phantom limb of yours
But you don't remember hers
She's a tracer
Never anything more
And every time
But wait what does that make you

...

The sun blasts its yellow promise through the evening trees
Green and gold
The sleeves of her hoodie
How can I feel her gripping them?
It's too warm for it now
But soon it will be colder.

The hoodie is black,
Or purple

It's definitely supposed to rain tomorrow.

In every season you sing with my heart,
In simple words like skipping stones and natural cycles.

In hard truths and limitations,
In steep slopes and easy meadows.

I want to dip my pen in the inky pool of your right eye
And write a Gothic fairytale
That traces on harmonics
I've noticed in the sky's expanse.

A crisp image lives in my mind
A good person is never hard to find
You're a hand to hold,
A standing guard,
A fire inside.

A fool's eyes survey you,
Then flicker away
In sudden retreat

You are too beautiful
And my mind quakes,
My skin sweats

When you were writhing in pain
I was wandering around, cursing at the sky.

You were too beautiful
To be in so much pain,
And I
Was too idle,
Absent.

But the stars keep burning in the sky.
How do you think
I should spend my time?

It was all in your head,
God is no abuser!
He is a setter of trials
Who lost control of his arm
Call that Satan.

Not God's dominion.

Something in... you... went sour,
And made its own choice

A choice for sin!
A selfish, repugnant indulgence

How could you do it!?
You know better.
God gave you the tools,
And you misused them!

And you always think you're innocent!

Ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.

Must've done something wrong
The rock stands in the water
Heavy streams pushes by
I thought I heard voices talking about me

But it was not just the stream
There are voices talking about me
Building up a case, like in Kafka's book
Me, and what I did wrong

But I haven't done anything wrong,
I was born and everything just followed.

So shut the **** up.

I feel isolated and compromised
I don't see life the way you seem to
I just want to leave myself behind
I don't have any friends, I'm in disguise

You've been things that I'll never be
And I've been turned green, I'm a trampoline
So just go ahead and smother me
In awareness of all the in-betweens

No you

Will get here too late

Don't even come

This is my fate

No you

Are gonna make me feel

A morphine drip

At the pearly gates.

Feathers are fine,
In my down blanket they are fine
A surface area to keep mine
Working the aspects
I'm in the after effects

Weather my spine,
Prove no point to me
Yeah that's fine
Trying to understand
Why I'm limited
I've wasted too much time

So I would explode
Against myself
Just to feel something
I might regret but I
I would explode
Against myself
There is no way to make it softer
It would seem...
It would seem extreme.

THE WRONG ICE IS MELTING
THE WRONG AMAZON IS BURNING

THEY PLAYED THE WRONG BABY BOY THE WHOLE TIME
BRAVO 11 LEADS THE WAY

Been here before
Faceless angel

You don't look any better
Or any worse
Than anyone else

But you have a face

You have no face.

It's the same thing every time.

That is why they say
If you ever saw the face of God
Once and for all in its entirety
You would die.

*But you are running across your empty face
And impossibly, you have not lived your full experience.
So until you die,
And you cannot **** yourself before then,
You will not have seen the whole face of God.

Indolence is flowing like a black tar over my biomachinery
Sometimes i turn my head,
Sometimes it's gravity turning it
Like a stone into the mud

A lazy layman ponders if it's fate
Something to do with physics
With twisted dimensions, or linear
Something necessary, no wait, forget it
There is no new religion.

Teetering mind, let me be
Flickering eyes, let me see
Why does this periscope from nowhere
Need to be
Me?

Vocabulary fades,
Equipment granted during youth gathers dust
Unstirred talent,
You are going stagnant

So whip up what you can,
You're losing your mind
This, this is fine,
Fine work.

The Experience is mad at itself
Because it takes up its own space
Accusations fly
Like swine through melting skies

Don't harbor a bad reaction

god bless the ***** prayers of hotel rooms,
sanctified and cathartic,
in the face of the world they are pure,
unabashed heavens in the maelstrom of life
Jesus Christ and his aeternal wife
I assert that they might just be next to Nirvana
otherwise just a motley crew of individuals knocking on heaven's door with a knife...

I'm full
Of things you'd like to hear
And things you'd rather not

Of anger at your voice
And opinions about when and how you sing

Of jealousy;
Because the angels were allowed to sing so sterling and clean
But my voice is clunky and awkward
But I can't claim your work as my own,
NOT YET.

Or can we skip those steps and say I can?
You do have to be a man
You try to make music
But sometimes it doesn't work
I know,
I know it hurts
But that's just how it is

You

Can't always be considered beautiful.

Persimmon & cinnamon
Vanilla and a clove
Secret love beneath the boughs
With nectar in your heart.

Stir into your morning tea
While standing on the ceiling
Then whisper something lovely--
A phrase that gives you feeling

Ginger sips with peppered lips
Don't run away forever, never
Finding any sustenance
Or clever like a ******.

No one saw you sip the tea--
Except that girl from college
No one sin is as immense
As love of carnal knowledge.

You have a digestive quality
You move through time
Like a worm
Eating itself

Depersonalization could never touch you,
You are not like a drug
And I really shouldn't be so rude.

But you are and we are,
And there is no defeating that.

Except right now,
But nothing can hurt our invincible love.

These days, I get out of breath just thinking.

But Poppy rolls around with me through these convoluted tunnels of thought.

We go like two adventurers, torches in hand
Into the bowels of the earth
Disarming traps,
Using diplomacy.

Wingdings to the shadow creatures dancing all around
But we speak perfect sense in apocryphal tongue

It is called Light

Down in the silver mines we find its many cousins

This whorl of shades seem to swing closer and closer throughout our journey
But we keep our backs pressed
And our backs are our fronts,
And the cave is the room we rent.

Ohhhh noooo
Don't you make an enemy of them
Angels
Don't you ever hurt your only friend

Well don't you know that
I own you
I own you
I own you, believer!

Yes daddy
I am just your slave
A symphony
That you orchestrate
Keep me down

Yeah keep it all a secret
Keep me down

All the disparate faiths
All the separate ways
All the different waves
Splash a splash a splash
Make me cave

All the disparate faiths
All the separate ways
All the deaths we fake
Laugh, I laugh, I laugh
Ain't it great?

I was adopted
It don't happen that often
But it keeps a pretty gap
I'll get off of your lap

I was adopted
I was, I was adopted
It keeps a pretty gap
Sometimes it makes me laugh



I DON'T FIT
I DON'T GIVE A ****
DIE FOR ME
AND LIVE IN MY ARMPIT

Something changed
Something inside me snapped
The boy would excuse me having found out it's just him
That's a game changer for sure

Now I listen to the same few songs on repeat
I can't handle new music
Walk all over me with your musical knowledge
And such things of fate like that

You'll always say I had a choice
I never had a choice
I never even had a choice

You said you lived a perfect life without sin,
And you say my actions were plain to see
Filthy, murderous of spirit, woven by demons.

You didn't claim it yourself
It was your followers who said it
No one here will say I'm pure of spirit

But you are. You are pure spirit,
And I am your solenoid,
Channeling you
And we necessitate an enemy

(Unless we can pick a different paradigm)

And we can be our own enemy.
But Jesus walks with us.

My life was, is, and will always be perfect.
Perfect and present,
Until there's no future.

A quantum infinity.

This is the end of me.

.
One of those songs
that starts with the stripped down chorus:

Where does your power come from?
You are what you are not
Sometimes
Or is it just as simple
As everything you've got?
I'm taking you up on something
I think I might regret
But I'll flex my perspective,
Pretend I just forget.

And then power chords
Leading into a picked verse

You've got the heart
To color everything
The red pill makes me geek
Out but I
Held my breath til I turned purple
Now going ultraviolet
And my life looks pretty weird
But I feel alright!

Tbnc

Apathy in springtime
is like
Genotoxins in the water

I am the oily sheen floating on a puddle in macadam
Disgusting
As a poet who does not have cancer,
Making his analogies

I have stopped hitting people up
I have had resonance issues for some years now
Maybe I should change my perspective

Caustic, no, I stay inside
You let me hide my hate
Sometimes
But demons need to breathe
Sometimes
Do I really need to breathe?
Cack.

What if I'm redundant?
It's killing musical love, ecological love, and romance

What if I'm everything I see?
Then I am dying

What if I just come back the same person?
Well why would you be any different?
Why do you think we would be forced to start over?

You.

Oh you,
You are the enemy,
Til the bitter end.

Well, I know so let me chill
I don't wanna hurt you...

Yes you do you just don't want to admit that's what you're doing
Pretending to be peaceful

And we go along like that
And I'm so ******* terrified

The Patient is Dead.
We did a lot for everything we can.
There's no time for this one.
Well, have you read the **** poems?
And though all our debts are paid
And though we swung and we-- swayed
The Patient is Dead.

The Patient is Dead.

Put in a call to the morgue
Right down the hall to the left, the stairs to
A cold gray steel door.
Well does anybody want these shoes?

And we gave our best to you,
You'll be our Patient through and through.

The Patient is Dead.

The Patient is dead

And though we swung and we swayed,
Put your shock pads away
The Patient is Dead.

The Patient is Dead.

And though we swung and we swayed,
We had a Hell of a Parade.

The Patient is Dead.

The Patient is Dead.

And though we still feel a buzz,
Wel I think he always was.

The Patient is Dead

The Patient is Dead.

I don't know.

My voice
It's never in the right key
You worshipped yourself
So why not me?

And you'll say that you did
But you know what I mean
Accomplishments cruel
That you hold over me.

******* stupid *****

We are the versions of the self.

We describe it as trying to be
Or say we simply are

We pass one another on trains
Breathe in the other's skin cells

We know the condition of brotherhood
And that of a stranger

We are ignorant of motherhood--
What man is a mother?

We still go to war, with our history recorded
We know the unintelligent condition
We know the intelligent condition

We trash solipsism
Tell me any other story

So she read her book, the living page
She knows what's a gift,
Senseless rage

Dancing in theatres
That certain way

We borrow from stars in the furthest reaches,
It will never matter

Fluff up the product.

I have heard your stories of clay feet,
I guess you think you'll bring me to my knees!

Well, you can just always say that
But I just think it's cheap!

But... you were just warning me
The heavy head, the doom I hide or sell
And mocking is so easy to decry,
When I laugh astride of hell!

So if anything's ever funny,
I'm not too sure you'd take it well...

But still. I have heard your stories of clay feet.
Why me, why me?
Why does any one of us have to crumble,
And why does anyone have to take the lead?

I guess we just became round,
I guess we just have a need.

So yes they will resent you
Hate will come shooting out
And yes they understand
As love just abounds!
And yes you will seem stupid
Because we never figured it out.
But you are insanely brilliant,
No, you're not a clown!
And yes it's quite the burden
With many shades of grey
And yes it's sometimes easy
We love you and you're gay!
And yes they la la la la
But no it da da da
And yes you ba ba bada
And no sha sha sha sha

I think
I need
To work on myself