home

the wonder, the weirdness, the fear

life (what is this nonsense)

swole, my keeper

rest yet, divine sleeper

w/ the light to keep me awake, and sleeping around those who dream

at our best in bed, scratching my head w/ a strangers hand

living w/ pain, w/out worry, w/in the way it's hurried, accepting the call of life

fine, if this is the way you want it, but holy hell i don't take the pain well

i'm stepping out up and hopping down, wearing no clothes

i'm wandering the streets, it seems like i'm looking for unsolicited advice on my dreams

i'm not wondering what the meaning is but of what it means

pumping blood through our bodies, pumping heat into peace

it's ok to fall asleep, filling all of space w/ a creak

life (what is this nonsense), an excavation extreme

into the void it's haunted, a mind empty and obscene

life (what is this nonsense), it's the never ending being

it's forgetting itself and remembering that it was once living

l'accent aigu

l'accent aigu, w/a baby it's a family acute

i saw this in you, a reason for believing consumed

a stomach for the truth, to protect and deflower, digest, and devour

a bit of light upon this naked room ensued

vous êtes quelque chose, it's a gravesite w/ the face of a tombstone

in all that you've shown, a penchant for madness and parlaying your power

into the unknown, laying in the grass on the mountain alone

the finality of this changing room, entombed

the accent eschewed, negate to empower, digress to enamour

fucking up is due, patience turning sour, from the real self it now secludes

bartering to lose, flip a flashlight for a blindfold, like ya do

in all that i can smell is your perfume, exhumed

and in every action forgiveness looms, and softly soothes

if it's quiet in that which i've imbued, it's tuned

in any seat you open the view, it's smooth

i know you

i don't know if i have the energy to coax the machines w/ telepathy, hypnosis, and my divine will

crunching kisses, decompressing smooth, and the heat of the sun has redefined the truth

it's betting it all just to win close to nothing just once, it's sinking into a process even if it's out of touch

for some it takes their remaining strength to attune, hug, and reassuring it's all good

have you done more than you've atoned for in so far as much as you've been known to

there's little chance in the illusion of a choice, i know who i am and i hope when i left the weight lifted

the times when i've found beauty and ignored it to prove that i didn't need to be supported

but i've come back around to say that it's all good, and i haven't forgotten the kindness that you're known for

all the dark places your love will go

you were on a rampage for a few years there,

how could i have ever really blamed you for endlessly just fucking it all up

to see how it falls, if at all, giving life to luck

are you having fun, or just terrorizing everyone

w/ a thicker skin and a softer touch, nothing hurts but it's all a bit too rough

you're no longer fumbling w/ the clocks now that nature's photographing itself a lot

if you're happy now it's in spite of your quiet rage, laughing at yourself if anything

there's sugar in the trees and there's mountains to walk, if that's all of life then living's enough

are you having fun, or just terrorizing everyone

body english

it reasons to weigh the impact of trying to even the strength of power enough to deny it

the bellies grow, the meals all crows

written in the margins of newspapers lining the cages of birds no longer flying

beyond any hope, the forgotten spoke

sharing the same fate as kings and lions feeding off other beasts dying

expectations blown out a gaping role

though they made it all selling their disguises w/ pictures above their heads of midas

they came broke as the fires awoke

like taking the piss out of violence in so much as the will is defiant

w/ the shrines exposed, on it they came loads

silence be redeeming

it's ripe to spread and i hope it never ends (it's over), and i'm hanging from my feet again

if it's lonely to desire, it's swollen, as i keep telling my friend

i'm working too hard to be lesser than i was, the sum of nothing getting paid every fortnight

and trying too hard to remember what i was thinking, sending messages from a certain feeling

we don't share lives, the parallel lies in isolation and seeing the same stars from different nations

it's living this life as if i don't mind the bad writing and all the sunny days passing me by

how long will it take for your dream to reach mine, i'm guessing you've long unplugged to keep up w/ time

stalking down broken love and unsolved memories to feel alive when you say goodnight

archipelagos

over and over strikes against the strings

the power of service doesn't give the words meaning, people just trying their best repeating

the voice is buried but that's not the sin, haunted microphones lure you in

we were bronzed, madly running from the wolves for our lives

it's hard to believe we're both still alive and not talking like we never were

into the past it's exceeding, i looked back and found you still believing

i'm outside, if you could just save me from this world i'd be fine

what's good if reflected when doing it for a game of perfecting chances, going out to all the dances

in the sun you could hold us to our hopes for a while

we were bronzed, madly running from the wolves for our lives

i'm outside, if you could just save me from this world i'd be fine

into a moth out of a mold mite

from butterflies to buffalo

the history of my teeth

in black and white photos

under the sheets

the archipelagos

pushing closer to nothing

more the fire grew

and w/ the dirt, glow

more the darkness loom

over the world's throes

as the world burn

as it's taking its turn

pirouetting to fall

so more the world grows

you disposed of your betrothment, language, and shape

wildly smoking and soft spoken, let's get nothing straight

outwardly stroking and composing the soul a simple saying

i have woken to this broken compass, that's what i'm saying

the dust collected they've protected from beggars and thieves

armed in anonymity, walking the doxxing

a recipe for a respiratory system pushing

a bacchanal, a suicide call, a moment of peace

(tragedy) fragile style

you eat the food and you wear the clothes

while mindlessly entranced in the writing, the pictures, looking for something to expose

be real or be gone, it all weighs a ton

well, it's comedy for the king and tragedy for the rest of us

all passing entertainment nevertheless

w/ the devil above and the lord below

it's always hearts that are fledgling and body bags of dreams they're dissecting

feeding imagery into a blank machine and forcing its glow

we'll find ourselves agreeing when we're evenly grey

find your bride agreeing w/ you on the opinion page

or you'll find yourself agreeing w/ me w/ interest paid

in short, that's how it goes breathing fire down the roads

well, if you're gonna burn, burn bright, burn alone

hold your head down ignore the world you've imposed

and so i suppose there's not a lot left, who knows

w/in my own frame i created this game where at the end of the day no one's going home

ocean of foam

they said to me don't let it be a regret that you've never tried the hardest drugs you can get

over an ocean of foam, there's real beauty in there

it's still down below, the bottomless there

winding backwards down the stairs into an empty chair, i said to me don't fret soon you'll be laughing about this

over an ocean of foam, there's real beauty in there

it's still down below, the bottomless there

they could see from the sweat dripping off of my hair thoughts in pleas and regret slowly filling the dead air

over an ocean of foam, there's real beauty in there

it's still down below, the bottomless there

through a dream i slept w/ dignity and self respect crawling out of my chest into the sunset

over an ocean of foam, there's real beauty in there

it's still down below, the bottomless there

the look

the heart of a wooden clock

the imperfections in the wood mark my spot

and oh, such a pretty face

i'm resurrecting every day (as i should)

if through the night it's keeping still

soaking in blood, breathing the wheel (and it could)

to kill another living thing

for some day to release the smells (then it will)

it's just another shape

reflecting it's uncertain place, a force until

all others are reduced to nil

as much as it's living contained

it's got the look

recovery

i hold my hope when i get thrown into the open sea

but matters of sinking i don't know

from the seaside there's a beach

as cold as the ocean pouring out the spout of a fountain

in hot anticipation, a state of delirium

if i hold my own when i'm opposed, reflections i can't see

in matters of drinking i'm well known

reflections don't come cheap

it's sewn into patches worn on baby blankets

in hot participation, a state of hysteria

wild is the coast that lines my dreams, and thanking wind for waking me

in matters of thinking i'm exposed

a suit well worn and clean

as soft as the road is, it's also been counted

in hot, clear cognition, a state of fidelity

from little homes where we can see innocence's caprice

it matters still plenty, i concede

for each our own decree

readily anxious, and so it makes me nervous

in hot apprehension, a state of ecstasy

unknown

praying all together now, we're all equally heard

say it all together now, the collective mind is our cure

hey, you gotta give it now, you've gotta give in to your word

say they don't believe it now, you can shame them all later

unknown,

you could do a lot more in a poem,

you could get along w/ me, i wrote,

to get alone is to get more normal,

i get it means to get a little more hope,

and live along like little lately loner,

a kettle making shaky tones,

i get a little microcosmos,

but it's catatonic.

blame it on your brothers now, they'll get exactly what you deserve

and though you shall believe it now, later you can blame it all on nerves

hey, you've gotta give it now, you've gotta give in to your work

say they're unbelievers now, you can strike them down later

unknown,

you could do a lot more in a poem,

you could get along w/ me, i wrote,

to get alone is to get more normal,

i get it means to get a little more hope,

and live along like little lately loner,

a kettle making shaky tones,

i get a little microcosmos,

but it's catatonic.

praying all together now, we're all equally heard

sing it all together now, the collective mind is our cure

hey, you gotta give it now, you've gotta give in to your word

say they don't believe it now, you can shame them all later

vacation

been watching you get older for years and i've seen these nerves before

brimming down the street, eyes on the floor, never bored

red meat

been keeping up to say i don't care and i've made promises before i couldn't keep

i know you're bored, i'm a chore

rotting meat

been wasting away all these tears and i've heard these words before

the learning curve is steep, i swear i'm not sore to my core

dead meat

been praying to face, been dying to face, been praying to face all my fears

in return the word is clear, w/ no trace it appears out of place

i'm complete

been dying to face, been praying to face, been dying to face all my fears

in return the world is clear, w/ no place i appear in disgrace

i'm complete

stop

your eyes are the same size as my eyes

stop looking at my body

i'm too sentimental and sloppy

i've smiled for the answers and sifted the dirt

all the while plastered holding on to my shirt

you don't need to write and i don't need to answer, i'm not even your type

stop looking at my body

i'm too sentimental and sloppy

disguised for the camera, it's filed and so sure

styled and sequestered, through a lens it's absurd

i get high and think about you all the time, even if it's right

stop looking at my body

i'm too sentimental and sloppy

a strange position

few whom i've met sought even field

let lone let down their guard and shield

still, the world is glowing in desire

from zero, one is all the momentum required

for what i've paid, if i can still feel the pain, it must be bad

if i succumb to that life i bet on going mad

of all the promises i made to myself of coming back

i've long forgotten, forking the track

w/ nothing more to say i've no reason to stay

w/ nothing to assume or pick up along the way

i'm staring at the sun hoping to go blind

just fishing for any context to the daily grind

for what i've known in the reminding timeless days

in all the apartments i've sung and shaved

where no subtlety to words i've taken to notate

formed no language i've tried to translate

few whom i've met sought even field

let lone let down their guard and shield

still, the world is glowing in desire

from zero, one is all the momentum required

if you can find the pieces

so kinky, open completely through

succumbing to continue, innocence in costume

giving in to the world remained the only thing keeping it sane

now you choose if it's the right thing to do

to find the pieces skewed or to find them naturally tuned

shrinking back into the frame, the reworking of old taste

wise and wicked, wearing a feminists bruise

tribe clinging, it's ok i have nothing to lose if my diligence is never due

holding on to the chase for grace, secure in its wisdom contained

caught blinking, the virtue in making it true

barging in through, so elegantly strewn

a promise is something to make when looking for something to break

to be turned thinking, actualized and confused,

slowly sinking, verified consumed