Early morning dream,
Ends with a pain scream.
Snooze...
Flashbacks of peace,
Soared knees.
Need some *****.

Aware  I am again, A.M.,
Missing zen.
Stretched followed by a moan.
Again being all on my own.

Repetition becomes definition,
Head noise, drums.
Boys firing guns.

Lack of med,
Feeling dead.
Not able to stand,
My brain lost the command.

Loud "tik tok",
Terrified by the sound,
It's still 6 o'clock
Patient, for the death hound,
Snapped, maybe possessed.
Being mind trapped, depressed,
Almost drowned,
By surviving at eleven feet under ground.

He told me he was damaged.
I was too,
So I tried to fix him.
If I could save him, I could save myself,
Or maybe he would save me.
But instead,
He broke me further
Instead of mending the rips in my soul,
He tore it to shreds,
And left his marks on my skin.

What is beauty?
To some it is flowers
or
Sleeping puppies
or
A babies laugh
or even
the perfectly warped present
To me it is the crackling fire in the winter
The sound of pen on paper
My big dog barking at passing pedestrians
The sight of my little brother and sister's face
When they see Santa has been
When the word beauty means something different to everyone
*I mean look at the beast but beauty loved him

eloquence in this. kiss
& cough.

from dirt to
light to
love.

days begin
with dreamcoast, cast, and chase the air,
or rhythm of rain.

raygun.
& flashpoint to ember.
to knuckle.
to cortex.

she smells fantastic.
she she she
like, a
sweet kind of thing.
like, a
nice incense.

& i feel today is a holy day of the week.

every love song i listen to is always dedicated to you