TemporealitismI. Lone On my own One against myself All one. All one sheer silk see-through soul alone w/ the compulsive razor, her memory throws faces against the walls, projects possible outcomes, forecasts the way things once were. Cells mutate in the streetlight. Challenges arise from the warped edges of time. Reinvent a religion, core the apple of shame, & spit nonsense onto the sidewalk. I’ve become my shadow Flood the past w/ broken hopes & drowned dreams. Fragments of this historical perspective resurface, I’m all yours, all ears, your deaf ignorance comes w/out provocation, & secret destroyers hold ritual meetings. Thanx for the mornings Death is the fragrance of being I could have been. Shall I become? I knew I would be. Will I recover? I am the eyes of a thousand disguises; I am the wire of unknown desires. W/ the eyes you stain me, in giving me purpose you create me, my hurting… shall it fade? You kill the hate & crush the snake coiled w/in me. I stand on my own in a world I disowned in a life I don’t know in a land I despise, & I call to arms the fallen & provide them w/ new lies. I call out the numb hollow deep empty feverish, call out the frozen drifting purposeless dreaming, the vapid transitionists… I come here to think too much. II. Have we done enough? Never enough, forever too much, ruled as we are by the masses consumption. Have we been sure? Have we been pure? Have we been more than the sum of our parts? We’ve danced w/ satyrs, beasts & soldiers during the wars of intellect, imagination, & madness. We’ve entered neon worlds, walked neon streets on neon sidewalks, splashing through neon puddles while dancing the drunken end-of-the-world jig. Now spin drab theories Weave cold secrets In despair we trust There is pain in the eye of the beholder, long since reduced to ash, overblown, overdosed, strung out in blue venom, your hashish dreams are heroin realities, echoes of your torment left as graffiti etched on concrete slabs Our land is dead Patriotism is treason Defecate this once noble flag For who would wash their hands of hate? III. You stare unseeing Care not for the pressure of being Lost to the perception of meaning Your thoughtless sensations & your passive dreams find God in a needle while grinning imps & fleshy demons claw gapping wounds across your back You lie clasping answers in your fist There is addiction in your eyes Death, cold & hard, erupts w/in you You got reason, got loss, got panic-stricken need. You came w/ cool intentions to nod off into dark memories & dance w/ ghosts, w/ corrupt dreamers & dead futures chained to regret You make new excuses into old behaviors Mix blood w/ heroin & saline solution Boil heartache & misery into slow suicide You taste of missing persons & Bleed from collapsed veins You want it all to go to hell, you want the world to fall apart, & you want to die useless & apathetic, robbed of direction & motivation. For you there is no purpose, no deeper meaning, no God, no Christ, no history. Nothing beyond these four walls, no outdoors, no stars, no one else @ all I cannot understand your addict mind, soulless, guilt-free, & damn near divine. IV. Sick & twisted a fading image A romance of bitterness & pain Got a warm hearted reunion leaving rage in my mouth. There’s something dying w/in, & these twisted fingers touch brittle mirrors, begging my reflection for a reason to be This war has fallen apart Somewhere beyond the sunset Twilight lights the pathway The watered down needing leaving the shine on the comparison w/ the tarnish of reason, w/ the thorns of sadness, the overall systems leave conscious decisions for the weary & hallowed moons show western wastes where demons nest w/in the living She writes to me in her sleep These willowesque movements are like shadows across the moon. It is comfort & torture in its own way, that there are dragons in these waters, the confessors of a darker religion in this twilight between places. They verbalize temptation & speak of dead things. The stick man confronting pain & chains & darkness The jagged man stripped to the bone by confusion The shadow man threatening the undiscovered w/ the undefined & the new defilement & @ The edge of dream where fantasy sidesteps into reality a new creature leaps forward, one born of both worlds, yet bound to no one.
