Spiral Kiss

Prehistoric pretenses metamorphic defenses surrounding the collective feces rotting in your mind 
Rain relentless engraved remission attacking superimposed destruction, you see I take what is mine 
Corpses piling up so high we are making houses out of them, and the rain comes down until the end of time 
Naked, your soul was raped as an infant and now you get to pick up the pieces 
I swear to you god loves Reese’s more than Klondike, but your going to have to die to know who’s right 
And your shit out of luck if god isn’t real, how would that make you feel? I think pointless is the word 
I really shouldn’t tell you, but I’ll let you in on a secret 
all this life is, is god taking a massive shit 
Call me pessimistic, call me a nihilist 
But the world is ruled by the gun and fist 
Tuesday night, the time is right, drunk with 3 lost fights SO SUCK MY this 
isn’t exactly what it seems, but the way I pray on the rainy days 
is lost in this 
spiral kiss 

Colorful Like Crazy

Dope got us nowhere but old 

Our souls got us nothing but sold 

Let go of the pop culture you hold 

In such high esteem 

The popularity you earned for giving up on your dream 

Turning your life from something beautiful into something obscene 

Dive head first into the cesspool and forget not to breath 

Neon black, monochromatic like normality 

Trading originality for this flatland mentality 

Ignore the reality surrounding your fantasy 

I’m sorry if this compromises your conformity 

If you need to get back, just listen to the man on TV 

A realist isn’t a pessimist, save your cynical judgments for some one who cares 

All you get from me is fuck you hidden inside my blank stare 

Q&A

there are the days you’ll always remember 
the days your years catch up to you 
and you learn the 
questions to the 
answers you found 
the reality 
that life is simply 
living 
changing 
growing into 
being yourself 
finding yourself 
finding the answers 
to the question 
finding the question 
in the answer 

what do you live for?

The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Pesticide

Time being relative 

So I bend it and send it 

On it’s way with an expletive 

Relating to the flow of water pouring 

From heaven’s lips 

Subjective slow dances and missed chances 

Lost in a spiral kiss 

Ability returning to feed a stomach churning 

Satisfied my mind searching for truth 

Sad laughter floating over tiny children with a knack for identifying the misconstrued 

Thirsty words missing the point so I gave them juice 

Cleaning the evil resident still lingering in the residue 

While 

Fate was eliminating the possibility of too soon 

Shooting for the stars, we crash and burn on the moon 

Sipping on petals, tripping over freckles, stirred my soul made of metal 

Adopting orphaned identities like Victorian opera masks floating down from above 

Over-priced black market obscenities had you thinking that you tricked love 

With happiness in the crook of his arm 

Diseased confusion in his heart 

Lost in the bottle, finding the end 

He finally made it back to the start 

What I am

 
a chaotic sequence 
of perception 
feeling and thought 
are but 
impressions 
ever elusive 
ideas of 
sensation 
a persisting identity 
through time 
explored through 
reflection 
insight is abstract 
fundamentally biased 
depending on my 
definition 

Talk

Let’s talk about reoccurring themes

Like

Wanting nothing more than to shut out your twisted reality

That subconscious desire to kill yourself

Let’s talk about playing with fire

Like those reoccurring thoughts

Like a carousel you can’t get off

Let’s talk about your friends dying

And you’re trying so hard to understand

Let’s talk

About life at 80 miles per hour

Sleeping under the stars we are all made of

Living on the grace of universal love

That has been collectively forgotten by humanity

Let’s talk about how we are taught split our reality into

The hell that is duality

Like there is a way your life should go

Like your plan could fail and that

Life might not be worth living

Let’s talk

And move around some air, make a little noise

And accomplish little to nothing

Like being the change you want to see in the world

Is foolish because we have expectations to live up to

Let’s talk about crossing lines

Like firing a gun

Like giving up the concept of home

Let’s talk about how you’re only as rich as what you can walk away from

Like we can talk all day and

Your friends will still die and you will still try

To kill yourself as slow as possible

So you can enjoy your love of destruction

Let’s talk about how I’m running from all my guilt and pain and desires

Like it’s all chasing me and every time I try

To breath

It all catches up

Let’s talk about how looking in the mirror gets harder as I can see the pain in my eye’s grow

Like how resting in peace is never easy for those who couldn’t find peace while they were alive

And how they died matters less than how they lived

Let’s talk

Let’s talk and shed tears, let’s get angry and let’s feel hurt

Let’s talk and talk and talk and talk

And when we are done talking

Let’s ask if the living have a choice in living, and if the dying have a choice in dying

Like how you can’t stay awake with out getting tired and falling asleep

With no choice but to wake up and repeat after some more weight is added

To our already heavy hearts

They say where you finish usually depends upon where you start

So instead of talking about what we already know

Let’s be quiet and hope

Our friend has found the peace that she seeks

And life and time and the tears we shed and the air we move and the fits we throw

Might bring us the solace we need

lines of reason

Lines of reason are all that contains bent rules of sanity
discard the facade of identity reject
the mass appeal mold
test the boundries
before
you break them

Rock the Boat

because

you are not your name
you are not the clothes you wear or whats in your wallet
you are not the car you drive
and I am driven to instigate an awakening
I will plant the seeds of truth and manifest an
absolute love beyond

the lines of reason