MOKITA
 – 
Truth we all know but agree not to discuss


Open eyed & styling

Here
We once prospered
The overbearing need
Desire for compassion
Ah.
Pity
What a self less motive
Accomplish dreams
In sympathetic motions
Argue w/ dreams
Into erosion
They stood
Ahem.  Could
Has been stood up
By should have
You know
I agressioned past them
To the front of the quede up English style
Tweed out the mental asshole
Tweaked out to a T
She had that shapely look in her eye
I saw it first… call this love?
Was it beauty you were after
That dark essence of pain you sought
Lost to the winds of time
Swept to the sidelines
In the conquest of innocence
Anything might give offence
Power hungry?
You know what power hungry feeds like,
Seen it rip your heart out dead, cold, & crisp,
When loss is the archetypal vision of religion
Believe then in the power of guilt
To push arrogance on bystanders
You gut the silence
Rip torn & blazed
Left passage as token
Leave stranger than before
Lore
Your story dribbled across time
Stage congested during your scenes
In the cool the play is stranded
Groaning & haunted by shame
Steal my torments
Your bastard sons drink blood from gutters
Peel their layers of mind back w/ slick ease
Tour disease w/ the skill of a navigator
Dying faster, slower, colder than before
Treat my shall not why not should not soul
To a festival of envy that could not devolve
Soldier my fantastic silent reproach
Back play to tandem erasure of form
Concrete composure crucifies scorn
Glimmer Crash Reborn
The accountant lay buried, lies burdened, deformed
We kill for the love of killing
Sold the brutal deceptions for a taste of the action
Life is a game with variable rulings
The professionals are winning
Has it resolved, revolved, recalled the evolving of anything we cannot understand?
We find ourselves faced with questions, but rather than seek answers, we seek names.
I know not, no not nothing, not money, not crushing wants, no addict I!
Near peace
Now treated to a meaning
In soul
We percieve reapplication
Treason, seasonal deafness



Knew Excuse Needed.

You take without needing
The great silence of void
Time clusters around this sphere
Rugged bare-back sex
There is nothing beyond this

Nothing behind these eyes I stare into
Nothing but lore & despair
The cruelty of tension
Plush with the panic of why now
The cleaner, the wetter

Greet the clearheaded monster
The clusterfuck of nonsense
Please, thank these parasites
Slaughter the fear
Fever dreams & peace sweats

Can the starlight flush your pain
The storm blows in the new cycle
Autumn preludes
Ice storms
Frozen struggle

You are heard for a thousand days
These cold days begin
Life sullen, grown tight
The lucidity of the prophecy
A haunting inadequacy

Cauterize
Infect
Cleanse
Streamlined
& wired for pain

you knew infection when you met it
head on, the string-along wish be-gone
wishbone game of fate & fear…
fiction.

They pardoned the function
The compunction
You got a head on your shoulders
Got ahead on the composure



BEGIN:

Rupture the borderlines
Restless attack against
Recession, deceptive

They closed the cleaning shuttle
Grabbed the base
Faces
Faceless against us
Dust,
Ashes, ashes
Dust.

What was it I said
Only cigarettes
Make noise
When worlds burn.
Lost
You know the routine
Lost, gangbanged
Head drained

Stained
My muse leaves the trail
Please & string ‘em up
You know the drill

Hands me a fingertip proposal
Points out the perhaps
The why-not tossed out
Grouch – complaint

Talk to the clusterfuck style
They groove on dead meat
Buried beneath the walls of compassion
There lies the slow inequity of our past
Surfacing now, briefly, revealing
Darker compulsion
Am thug, hormone, sword
Trivial, serial, non-compliant

Fuck your behavior modification sociological
Labor union mentalities
Wanting the blood of innocents

We are the slackers in the shadows
Driven beyond petty & sacred
To closed heart of shame, bitterness
Dragged apart by each embrace
Sent scattered, screaming, void impaled
Tragedy our looking glass expression
Disease our inspiration to new heights
Of hedonism

Thumb nose @ death, cheat death, dance death
W/ the grace of crystal, the charms of Solomon
Survival of the fastest
Of the inedible

We play chicken w/ a gun
Magic as a bullet
Fuck the lords of karma & their interest rate morality

We the torn remains of changes
Dragged down fatalistic roads
To predestined roles
Swept in the flux of this aeon of evolution
My generation is my only hope.



Television

Grabs chi
& struggles for it
it sucks our essence
floods intention w/ apathy
scrambles, thrugging,
scheming
you know it
feel it drown
thought.

The pleasing numbness of television
Pulls me from depression into apathy
Words appear now only as words
Not gates (through which my lack of ideas
May express themselves)



Grasp @ her essence

She staggers
Takes uncertain steps
Across an uneven floor

Traces her laughter
W/ fingers poised

Elegant, subtle
She kills the silence
Longs for perception
Beyond these fragile senses
She had the core
Radiance
Floods the room
We stare
Each & every breath
Pauses
Fire hair
& Half stoned eyes
She got that glint in her
I
Peel
Study
There were doors,
Cool nights
Cold dawns
High agonies
Departure
Revenge

Ways to cold worlds
Doors & passion
Salve of the wounded left shallow gashes
Small scars
Warrior hearts
Were the cool ways
Torn from the arms of fate
Left still, creasing the shame
Along bitter lines
We scream
An ignorant noise
Fear, this soul twists
Tense & crosshairs
Seen & prospered we wait, watch, got slaughter
Home is where the hard on is



Strange Means Divine

She stole a half-hearted glance
He got that innocence looking glass
On out of place this time just like last
All broken glass & shattered mirrors,
“Strange whispers
Mean things,
Mean something!” dream screams

Look to my lies
My eyes denied
TRIED TIRED

You know that image
His visage tight
In each pupil a fire burns
Mask of forehead wrinkles
As the cool mirror
Observes his worship
The night turns hero to light

Soul regarding shadow w/out the tarnish
Stands head above all w/ a grimace
The visage turns to wishes
To acting, to style & flashy reactionary
Reacting revamping, rearranging a life
While there is still spite in the eyes
Flood the hollow w/ theorized lies

All innocence lost in the reflecting mind
It is wasted emotion that fuels
Feels of hope & envy @ improper times
 Or Trial By Blood

Don’t know what you are anymore
Or if I ever did

You have that essence
Of shattered image & inconsequential purity
Your sword inside the wisdom
Fighting the evil of your existence
An existential image & a rebirth of passion

A dreamer carries himself
As if he were an ancient soul awaking
Dreams are the quiet ambassadors of the heart
& the guides to turn to when in doubt
stay inside this rage you cannot fight
the fever of trials you designed, give up, step back
too much to crush you ahead
the warrior wonders, is it the inscription on the sword
or the hand that swings?

Where is true power refined?
Trial by fire or trial by blood
I prefer to try my hand @ fate
The cold world is my enviralment

Then the trial is this:
The dream of a thousand wolves
Pounding themselves against your soul
Begging release from deep w/in
You shall refuse to deny them
Refuse deception
Refuse to admit them
All w/out reason

Shall you refuse fate
Kicking & screaming
From its unchangeable embrace?



Dark Month

Time is playing tricks on me again, getting all 
inwards & backass & entirely way too commercial for me 
liking, see

Its open that door & step into the flow or twist way 
up all in knots & sacrifice the notion that sensations 
are emotions & tear apart the fondest memories with 
life long facts & bold weariness, that inner core 
being too strong to crack, all innate shielding & 
personal secrecy been thrice burned by those from 
which I longed to learn that this isn’t the way to 
devotion, there is more to life & forever will be, all 
the world is energy, & those who need can always be 
free to pursue the wolves & fuel their dreams or 
silence themselves in broken screams & pity

Hard enough to drive that stake into the vampire’s 
heart without feeling a tinge of remorse, & slaying 
the demons as they rip out from the nightmares into 
new meanings, but this cold torment taunting from the 
corridors beyond is like tainting the flavors of 
consistency with the bitter knowledges left to me & 
you wonder what it is to pursue a dream into wandering 
beyond the veil of things?

Its sitting on the edge of a meandering stream & 
watching the flow of time

Simple thought crime



Tidquo Quipbit

Those needs creep upon you
Soft @ first, then dragging
A clawed fist scrapping
For some strong hold
Against this kidnapping of sorts

There are tears & terrors
In your eyes
Glistening

Then that courage to burst
Treason of usage you believe
@ first
Your heart sends black images
Through the conduits
Of the soul
Then clarity of desires
Aligned chakra w/ engine
Primed to blow
Leave stains in your wake

Prodded into action
Through animal instincts
Survival
Of the inedible



Street Strength:

Measure the concepts
Of reason
By the laws of survival
& discard those thoughts
Which decay

Endure long enough
To find pleasure
In existence

Live by the sword
& die in bed
Soul scarred beyond recognition
That is the price
Of animal nature
-& if you let me down you know I’ll kill you!-

I’m soft & hard in opposite places
Fall so far & my mind is dangerous
& violence just ain’t me kettle of fish
But in tight corners you know I’ll resist

I’ve learned all my fighting from pirate lore
Kill w/ the first blow then fight no more
& if they dare struggle then kick in their throat
& never let anyone get your goat
That’s what being strong’s about
Being too frigging amped to be able to count
& have a bloodthirsty soul buried w/in your heart
Cause if you don’t then you’ll be torn apart

Now if that ain’t the life then I don’t know what is
Wake up to a gun & a bottle
A contest or two
& a glare in the mirror
@ the man you detest
What else can we be,
Our fate can silence us
& the magic of moments
Merely flickering shadows
Thrown by the candles
In the chapel
Behind our world

I hate the gang bang mentality
We got cooked up in the crack waltz
Alley
& the bathtub molotov reality
is only a five moment drive away

(“I think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band.”)



don’t let the bastards grind you down

oh, I know how it gets
even in traffic
those bastards are out in force
& they’ll force their farce upon you

they got reasons for being
that just don’t seem right
& they’ve got horrible taste
& they’ll put up a fight
& it must suck to be them
& be so fucking uptight
still they gotta exist
cause somebody buys

& you know who I mean
those fuckers who scheme
& pull apart the seams
of what would otherwise be
a beautiful daydream

I long for the passions I once had in youth
When I could walk the canyon’s edge & admire the view
When I could ski in the winter & walk in the fall
& know I would never fear nothing @ all

the conflict of being always raises such doubts
& the world I live in is hateful
& @ this moment
I am barely alone

Don’t let this bastard grind you down.



Mind Swim

I remember sitting on the edge of a cliff
& the garter snake
I had captured in my left pocket
Slipped out
& tumbled into the falls
below

glancing
to see if those w/ me
had witnessed the execution

&

The night
I snuck from my house
To light fires
In the driveway
& the boy w/ me
Set his leg ablaze
Ditch nearby
Full of water
We laughed for hours



Conundrum

Poets who write poems
About writing poems
Just fail to impress me

Recursive logic
Regarding the writing process
Is one step removed
From the finished product

I got a bit of dharma
Here wrapped up in some spinach
For all you ill @ ease

& even as the texture is rough
I had hoped I aimed the gall enough
To provide myself my own form of peace



Quick taste, open floodgate:

Is
It
As
It
Was?
It
Will
Be.
Life
Revolves
Around
This
Energy,
Those
Who
Dream
Can
Barely
Breath.
As
It
Is,
It
Was
&
Will
Be.


…there were she saw them, she saw them whip open that 
canister, open it up & remove the dark creamy filling, 
the heart of the matter, the door to the problem lying 
right there in front plain view all to see you see?  
Right there hands on incorporated experience all flung 
to the winds & thrust back upon us, all intent focused 
& thoughts sent spiraling out into the planes below & 
w/in, just left of center, & there it was where she 
saw them, she saw them…
 


INSIGHT

Wasted
Pathetic
Consumed
Worn
Broken
Tied broken strands of fate embrace
Lied to,
Bastardized
Thrust out
‘doubt & treason’
The ways of the seasons, cycles turn

She beckons
Twists
Stands in horror

Phone rings
She stutters
Mutters to herself

Thoughts glisten
Crows of thoughts
Perch
Watch
The agony of
Apathy of
Sense & pity

Remember
It all comes together
To get her

I loved her the old way
Young & w/ complete devotion

Puppy lust, you know the score
She held herself w/ the dignity of permission
The denial of adherence
Like false teeth, & breasts & hair
All mask, no face
& because pain is the consumers wet dream
We committed cold showers in broad daylight
& named old gods as our new idols
As if to reinvent purpose, reinstate direction,
Develop a new kind of symmetry.

We were infants in a world ruled by children
Half-assed believers in a war we remember
W/ longing, w/ shame, w/ determination
Stared across the gap between lovers
& swore great oaths that still bind us
Even now, w/ the dogs moving in
The odds are always against the weak
The shallow have inherited the earth

She & I walked the rubble
Stood behind the sacrificial cars
& rode slapsaddle until sunrise
feverish & screaming w/ pain I awoke
Crawled weak-limbed & bruised
To the scarlet doorway
Fed on subversions & scars
I was death warmed up in a microwave
& served on a paper plate
toilet paper napkins & coffee trays
I left her the old way
Stung & filled w/ emotion
Complete disgust, you know the scorn.



{belongs}

Treat your heartache
To a black deprival
Thug on arrival
Long style live style denial
Heretic & sycophant
Threaten w/ a smile
Yew stout
Draft chance
Grimace & exile

Prefer
Symbiotic interlocking
To parasitic guile

Stole sheltered hearts
For ignorant parts
Landing w/ all feet in the air
Laughing all the while

Symple interest in succubus syllabus synthesis
Planning in the parenthetical lands
(you got bladder problems)
Structure exits
W/ sad priests

Exorcisms last for hours

Belong
We were
Theomonetary Cuisine
Your flabby faces
Breath obscene taints
In cool autumn
Freeze the mirror
The trace fragments
Erase figments
Fictions flee…



THUGEE

Weak & sad

Sick, broke, & morbid

Confused, misused, abused, & scorned

Hurt, wrists hurt, eyes hurt, face burns

Tears leak slow paths to static fevers
Sickening, shattered, stretched to breaking
In loss the cancer spreads
Blasted fragrance of death
Hard skin, treachery stems from growth

In growth pain clusters

Hate engenders crass descent
To well of loss & chain

Waste land, candy ball

Hat off to stone soul

Cold.



ORGAS

Hardly enough
To create the once again
Sore beaten image
Afraid

Drain steal
Reach, plummet
Grasp

Defy
Alone
Stutter
Believe
Conceive another

Slug, sloth, slap
Coil twist revile
Denial, style of compression
Disdained
Sustain
Lying

Trace strength
W/ card shark

Pain, green envy
Memory
Of early incense
The rest of watered
Flood
&
Strumpets glove



One More Time

For one moment
The past elapsed
Left glistening edges of memory
In the bonewhite gleam of shared history
Exposed to the truest expression of Now
Fluxing under the blood moon of shallow days
& it watches w/ piercing treason
Teases the waiting hopes
W/ mayhap & now then

Angel of crazed substantiation
Climb the hard fought structure
Greet me in the dark nights
& grant me divine style
& perfection in glamour
In knowing all
I will know nothing

Wastes of maniac silence
Stretched to breaking
Trussed up & broken
The final building is in place
We got the bomb
Remorse
Beg forgive
Forget
Formaldehyde.



Logram

Late dark fleeting
They peel us in two
The frustration is dependant
Left to its own devises
It devises devices to function as vices
To leave cowering on the meteorite

Flood twilight, left tender
Seeking leather fear
W/ the comforts of candles
& the sanity of intelligence
to back the bombs of kindness
not rot in cell

Like a red rose of freedom thorns her heat explores the reasons
Of the meaning of these dreams

She is pulled by differing regions
Now in complete confusion
Nowhere left to trade the hard world
For a simple existence
Pierced by the needle of darkness

Her flesh bruised by the daggers of her shame
There is no purity behind her screams
Only the vampiric constraints
Of the feeding of the chains
Drug sick & stained her eyes despise the mirror

What is left to bind her after the world has had its fix?
She is drowned by pain & vengeance has its fevers
Like a mass in treasonous times,
A eulogy for a swollen head,
The coarse denial of innocence dead in reaction
The pain escapes & burns through the ways of essence drained,
She is pain alive & beating, her flesh retaining the meanings she gave it

Children never born are karmic dependents,
There is no fear to be death in a fluid
Only the shallows of a future persuasion
She cannot deny a fuel of this magnitude
To conquer in secret
Her passionate disgust



I ZONE

Stone death
Follow mad paths
To call sedition
Treason, rage & vengeance
So bartered & slammed
Famished eagerness

She sheltered my thoughts

Head caught in the soul
Absorbed by her flame
Then mesmerized by her heat
I shudder in contact
W/ the vibration of angels
New creations
Led to slaughter

I caught her eye
Last style from mind
To mind we rephase
Delays to time honored
Shatters the need to be
Hallways now empty
Strange sisterhoods
They gather in the alleyways
Trade secrets in dead languages
We grieve for the old ways
Left to religions & scientific visions
A clear pool of water on fire w/ the moonlight
Echo the cool stains
In the plain states

It covers your steaming
Vapor crushes
Screaming.
To be shattered
Twisted, scold &
Shame so long
Eats like fever @ the soul
Leaves pain in its wake
 


Alive.

Haunted no longer
Move w/ ease
Passion, joy
Seeking the new

Review
Mirror deeds w/ rationalization
W/ revelation
W/ confirmation
I agree w/ certain motivations
This is moral obligation…
To be karmic & convienient
Neat accomplishment
This achievement
 


Then To Be Free

Trea.son
Tree a son
Hold one down
Breathe hard on his neck

2 sides
To every
2-sided issue

Do you know
What it means
To live guilty?
Words like fire from her lips
Sealed wrapped around
Sunk into bliss

Touch me
Heal me
Put your arms around me

Take me
Remake me
Live new life through me
Time picks itself up from the cool night of shade hearing a ringing echo within,
Time grasps its way about it, shuffles the cards one last time, & tosses the spare to the wind.
Time is a cold cluster of motives, some urgent, some pure
Time struggles its way upward
Half alive in dream time
The warrior takes a bow
Time is a twist of placement
Of comfort
Distorted

There
Between thrice torn
& twice broken
I discover a please thank these
Stronger now than what I was

Mock
The cleanse
Ends
Grown on try not
Lore of the try

Style criminal guile
File away
Hide the smile
Denial
Sick of the style
The price of style
The incomplete numbness of rank & file

Your heritage
My parentage
I question the ancestrage
The growth of hollow



Flux

Do you ever feel the calm enjoyment
Of the storm you see a’brewin?
The world is siphoning images from our cool amusement
There is music in the spheres if we only close our ears

To be time, steal the ways we think
Threaten the ways we memorize days
All wisdom seems defiant when time is a solitary complaint
If you could see the future would you get bored waiting?
Would you give it all up later for a chance to have it now,
To follow romantic nonsense of a fate that knows no bounds?

Better the wealth you fear than the fate you dread
Better off living than the living dead.



To Summon The Muse:

We gather in wonder
Amazement & symmetry
There is a whole sense of usury
Left in the passing

Is this touch of breath of inspiration
The indwelling of a numen?
Such is as it seems to be
This visitation of meaning

We gather the watchtower sigils
Leaf through alphabets once dead
Now reviving
Resurrect the dying gods
The young come a’knocking
They got fuel
Got sensation
Old school

New faces on old scorn…
Torn between the dreamstates
Of being
Watch these souls
They burn fierce
Burn quick
They illuminate @ their own discretion
Drag themselves into repentance

Lost dancers
Twirl down stiff rhythms
Drown in symptoms
In the radiant



Meaning

Can this pure submission
To knowledge be corrosive?
It seems knowledge & wisdom
Lie outside our understanding
That death holds many things

There is knowledge in time
There is also knowledge lost
Memory stains the darkness
Cool… beauty.

All knowledge is life-wrought,
Self-inflicted.

What price 
What cost incoherence?
We touch
Like fading
Dreams erase the shame

Meet in cool blue light
Under swollen moons
& feverish stars

To Know, To Know, To Know!
There is No Greater Purpose

Except
To steal enjoyment
To find happiness
To resurrect emotions
To follow dreams
To taste life
Alive & blinded by the life
Wrapped up in the torrent of being
Awake & asleep & thinking
There is only life to be living



KAO

They came w/ cool intentions
Handshake & a nod
No looks of rejection
Passed out the awe of perhaps
W/ a treasury we could not match

There were speakers,
Dreamers, inbetween sanity & doubt
The core soul of just enough
The care of the world
Pardon

“You stealing this?”
“no, go right ahead.”

We are all thieves
Each & every

Gruff sincerity
I please the meanings
Grasp solid onto passion

Is love not divine?
Lust then a shrine.

Shame
You streak past
Guile.



NIHIL WALL

IN HALLOWED EVENTS
MIND IS TEMPTED
W/
WATCH
&
ADORE

SHE HELD THE FLOOR
W/ BOTH BREASTS

I GLARE
FEAR
STARE
IMPAIRED

SHE HAS PRESENCE
PLEASE
&
REPENTANCE

BECK & CALL
CRUSH THESE WALLS
 


Tin Heart

You see before you a man made of rubble
All hollow emotion & submission & shatter
Simple to pity the devious slander
You lie my way?

We got fiction to witness, last chance asylum,
Shallow fevers build silent graveyards
Death leaves us stifled, parched, pained
Leaves us to rot

In these fingers death lies waiting
Grimace @ the mirror
Dance the slow entropy
Of life w/in a shell

Time exists to treat death to a sideshow
New forms, each more elaborate than the last
Death is an artist @ work on a masterpiece
Death signs each portrait itself…

Death is God
The afterlife is a fog
Of seamless unity
Outside Time.

Life returns on the white landscape
Leeches new purpose from old souls
Ancient ruins become future daydreams
There is a cycle

Pure.
Means.
Desire.
Solace
@ Last

So, lace up the skin
Stretch out the glistening edges
Of a tender bit of flesh
Examine deep the bleeding
Gristle & muscle twist w/in
See beneath the flash & shadow
Of the mask beneath the soul
To see into the mind
Open that which closed

Turn on
To own

Hades
Shade
She had it all
Why this cold stone
This crescent grave

It has the solace
& Death eases our pain
Panic
In habit
Inhibit
Solace
 


Essence of Existence

Begin this ending
W/ courage & new seasons
See wolf moon demons
In the old hallways of memory

The wyrd is immobile, time seeks to roam
To explore demented states
& reasonless frames of mind
Find habits where nothing now sits
All we were warned about
Becomes true through our denial of fear

In the wastes of sensation
There remains reaction to stimuli
The soul leaves fragments of itself
Strewn about in its wake

Develop the connection of soul shards
Draw upon all that exists
Through your experience
Find your own perceptions
Unite each divided direction w/in

What is real?
Do cold nights reflect
Warm thoughts & sinister reasons
Left twisted in the calm of meaning

There are walls left between us
We cannot deny the passion
That drives us to realize compassion
We cannot be cold forever
The sun leaves victims in its wake
Changes occur on a daily basis.



Pit Stop

Mumbling sheer nothing @ the industrial walls
He waltzes through the shadows
Picking @ thoughts that itch

Somehow tragic, watered down, left dry
Core soft, sad in the predawn
Shelter, food & warmth

Simple pleasures
We all have our weaknesses
His, heat & compassion
& a strong drink

think sex the end all be all
of existence, sex rugged & intense
pure & ecstatic sensation
all there is in life?

We talking women, talking down & out sleaze,
Talking tit bar fantasy & cocksucking
This gotta be bullshit, there’s a world outside
& all we know is where we’ve been

he blazed on, set fire to his heels
over rough country headed west
left behind frozen dinners, cool dreams
& cold hearts

find golden roads in the twilight
HWY left open, unending,
He got clutch, got gasoline envy,
Got new sense of direction.

This town sucks the desire from the flesh
Creates vast sinkholes of the soul
Vapid, lost passengers wait
Passing out @ random intervals
a ride out of here

determination has become cliché
a secret password for the iconoclast

& the muses gather to get her
& trade sex tips
& trade secrets
& the veils of gossip
sink ships as they pass
in the night

Racing & erasing w/ equal speed
They demand a refund w/ crumpled receipts
Drink to the health of the sick & dying
& when the music flows in from the river’s edge
The dancers pull out
& present their gifts

if you try hard enough you can trace European styles
in hairdresser fashion across the foreheads of every civilian
damned to a lifetime of cyclic existence & they flee for the white cliffs
that overlook the sunset
flee w/ the dogs of guilt @ their heels



Monog

What price lust you give it
& true love should return the favor
or so you think

Wait
these are not my scars
these walls, these masks
none of them are torn apart
as I stare into the light

This purity
Empassioned as it was before
teach me this dance
shall I beg?

Every heartbeat becomes its rhythm
Oceans of fire silence deception
Wandering hope steals the keys of the kingdom
Wasted devotion to the muse of impressions
got you
& you alone

blame must be placed
blades must be sheathed
shaped by their natures
this cost too high
to unleash desires
finally find honesty @ five in the morning
after beating around the bush for twelve full hours
& I know only a calm reward
a weight leaves me seething
left behind on the side of the path of time



On the Connection Between Shamanic Vision & Psychotic Delusion

Bear
Bare
My burdens?  Ha.  I BEAR MY OWN FEARS
I WOLF MY DESIRES

“Is it always this hard?”
then touch my shadow
Fierce need interwoven
Build terrifying terraform terrorize the whole experience
Terrify the desire
“to break down the walls?”
to hunt the Liars

taste mad flee flavor
grief for a future crisis
touches me
race to away wards our own nemise
no
not this mortal sole
alone against all morals
strive to be immortal
FUCK
Not now, not our world
Full, hate… & shaken
Taken from its bleeding cancer
Built upon immortal grandeur
Our vulgar display of phallusy
want to live this route?
Gnostic genocided coincide w/
millenialist arrogance
Our precious timeline
could never be faulty
Ethnocentric Theological Bullshit Artist

Give ‘em a rod &
They’ll beat you with it…	Give ‘em a rod &
They’ll beat you with it…	Give ‘em a rod &
They’ll
Repeat themselves into a coronary

Coroner @ a late shift madman was the latest stiff
Given in to social whim
Remove him from the gene pool
 


Heroine

Her voice
Fragments
My concentration

Her eyes
Devour
My soul

Floods
Enrapture
Their source

Constant
Expectations

Evening of the spires
Twilight
Purple skies

Hear
The flux
Of the seasons
closes in
like closeness
comes creeping
comes crawling
in on top of itself
bristling w/ the arrogance
that oozes
off of twilight
comes seeping
a disease all its own
a sickness that distrust
breeds w/in its womb

we are the black walled sons of downtown
polite laughter in the hallway
we pass like strangers
on our way to the gas chamber
is this family?



Bitterness Exquisite

What you want I cannot provide
Who you are I cannot deny
Where you’ve been I cannot imagine
Why you exist escapes my mind

If this was another town
& me another man
& you another woman
Well, maybe then

But you have made me hollow
There’s nothing left w/in
& the nights are all the same now
& my demons rage w/in

& the way the core keeps rotting
@ the center of our lives
Reminds me of my vows
To never let dreams die

& though I know the truth
I keep living this great lie
You cost me money & friends & time
You fill me full of emptiness & make me dream of crimes
You sell the memories one by one
Until all hope has died
You conjure shit & call it gold
Then come to me to cry

I do not want this mask you’ve made
Nor to play the games you want to play
No matter what you try



Pepper

He wandered in
To our lives w/ a
Broken leg & a head
Cold, scruffy little
Fella w/ laughter
In his eyes

Now he walks
Gently, favors
His old fractures
& limps when he runs

In the winter
He sleeps
In the snow
Next to
The doghouse



ViralIzatIon

or if is it enough & what now were to fold,
or is it enough?  & what of now?
Crimson lies touch stained lips, drip cool mindless
numbed thoughts into the aftermath of consumptions
brought forth for all to witness.
Applause!  Dance & sing!  Reward all travesty
w/ pols & sudden death overtime transcendental
fixes, give gifts & lists to the white class partnerships.
Trade crisis, tax embellishments, stock in trade
down exchanging, loss depraved & grim constraints.
your blood or mine, got less to lose than earlier…
who was our murderer?
This is the end of the world of meaning,
all is now nonsense, chaotic & fleeting.



ENOUGH
~
HATE
DECAYS
THEHEART
~
IT EATS IT
~
STOP.