We Breath to Live, right?

Monday, February 8, 2010

I see children making stories in the sanctuary of their heads

about what they are and how they act

comfortable as a liar lives

the day we open eyes to glimpse reflections they betray

telling us who we are with the voice of a sweet snake

I see children building crutches in the depths of ego and glum

legs snapping into pieces the instant doubt hung

I hold a world buckling beneath a foggy iris

if you think you can't understand

my feet are already touching your ears


Reponse to "Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you are right." -Henry Ford

Monday, January 25, 2010

Nurture

You gasp for help as you drown yourself

and through the bubbles of O2

id hold you spitting water flecks shower cold blue

sparks on your lips and you jump start my wits

electrocution charity

one day will you marry me?

I barely see you scarcely breathe color moments happily

heresy to soul free love under covers

undertoe dragging me across anchor slumbers

you want to move away because the streams are whipping quick

made such a big mess ambitions couldn't clean the worst of it

purse is full of emptiness

lips cracked chapel's

falling from the tree not far from spirit grapples

apples to apples

dust to paint brushes

i blush each time you carve pretty pictures in fall pumpkins

and i'm rushing toward the center point

hearing hushes from the dead noise

clutching onto eyesight to prove my love's alive

your sight for sore guys wondering how to spin the vibes

double dutching DNA spirals, will you play?

life is a game of skate

s

k

a

Teeter each totter

Express the center axel

telling you I love you while burying hatchets is half the battle

thickets in my throat smokey rain forest coals

cook a world raw as cells seen in microscopes

you gasp for water as you drown yourself-respect in words

and through the 2 of we

id hold you seeping red streams of birds

fluttering your darkness

it's the light rays that you harness

mind games sight hanging eyes in a hardship

I gasp for help as my levee lips begin to break

can't hold your hand-shake as long as meaning sweeps it away

I want to nurture you

you gasp for help as you drown yourself

my hands reaching deep inside masterpieces of hell

will you take hold of balance?

you're the coolest being to warm this

I gasp for help as you drown in my love poem moments

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Mono Logging

There is a voice inside my tired skull the color of the sun

when I wake I meditate beneath her rays and learn to love

child of ugly cityscape

you make ungrateful seem logical

prodigal daughter of acrylic paints

coloring grace upon your obstacles

There is a hand I yearn to grab

my past is a crying disfigured soul

one day i'll mend the bridges

if you'll criss so we can cross the holes

I want to fit like stockton grins into the niches of your wings

we're cold and I freeze flying

we're cold and I freeze flying

you make excuses for your beauty

how do you thunder humble?

I want to knit you crumbling bits of warmth i've collected in Stockton Summers

There is a girl inside my house

and Im lying in her face

dreaming of my honesty

to keep from scaring her away

you say you get hurt all too easily

and that is beautiful to me

when I paint the panes of society

i will press you to me gently

and kiss your tired eyes

softly humming in your voice

streams of sun color

warm as I am running

fairy of my fantasy

berry of the trees

i tell you that I love you every day

glad no one is listening

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I held her like breath

I held her like breath

interlocked our hands just one more time to make our patterns click

i opened the vault like a jewel thief

stole a part of you

thinking this is too much like a movie

I held her like a frail butterfly in a world of glass

everything we do reflects it all

from fix to ash

lonely drunken nights we call each-other animals and respond

cranial regions bond

foreheads pressed together

brain signals syncopated

rain trickles on incubated egg birthing my death

searching for the place where I wept

that street corner in Stockton

at night we collect

I feel my mother breathing and tread soft as not to wake her

careful in my momentary momentum tracers

sold clarity to fakers

life is makin' deals

I deal you trinity plus kings and queens make five on blunted twice plus two and you

I'm peasant cause fuck the brokers

growing my artichoker fumes

challenges met with the calmest of moods

an ocean quakes slowly

you'll be riding it soon

kite string is lightning the cloud fly my skull

sightsee this mindreadingrainbowlightbulb

homage to blunt stalls, blunt behavior and blankets

my friends realest of ages

peeling the grapes wielding the mazes

lost in my pages....

where am I going

love for the circle

keep the hands rowing

spinning my knowing

treading in an ink lake

I held her like breath

while swimming in a think tank

I held her like breathing body's tend to

A man can only laugh at how small his penis looks when the world around him is cold.

HAHAHA

are you in-arrested by my curious?

bi mind flurry plum tides

splash a paper path

solve the aftermath

drip molasses dragon breath sticky napalm dialect

dial stress help

dial cleans mess

dilating iris

eyeholes to the abyss

spirit from icicle fortress singing a song to one ocean

underwater industrial

humming musical ventricles

pumping human pendulum

swinging organic emblem mirror shield flame protector...

prowling cybernetic vectors matrix god of infinite gigs

stressing a positive balance met by thickets of arsonists

quzzing the smarter kids

hold that thought in cage, one day we fly and graze that maze our sight has walked from breathe to talk each step a droplet

drink the rain and pray we thirst again

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

If crying is....

if tears are made by sunshine

i cry a dripping rainbow

bright as school bus dayglow paint in marry pranks

i carry dense angst

head arranged to carry dead weight

ghosts on my shoulders

and a specter can be heavy as granite boulder

abercrombie models sell sex to touchy teens

run amongst foggy dreams where players of the game hardly know their team

hardly pardon beings unaware of what is inside

the sunrise told me to climb and sunset encouraged a dive

i'm like floating in time

holding dino DNA inside veins sewed by three lines the old, young, and middle aged

soul plunged feet first train ride inifinite

plus beyond is mindset when bomb circles rotate

left a burner blessing heavens gates plus paid extra for the montannah

charged cortex at vortex rip in space and absorbed anti-mana

totipotent

i figure 8 motions

thats 4 pairs coastin'

and one end that equals one start

kids quick to E like mart in bart simpson dimensions

i hung from spiderwebs inventions churning to burst my legend

kinda' rigged the message 'cross stars blinking above peasants

and that light pollution's beautiful from outside

shut if off

so we can see clearly who's lurking in the outer dark

2012 spell air born like the swine flue

each comic component meant to keep us chewing our nails until we reach skin

eat your fingers

sleep lingers if you have been

i want my ribbons to sail on a frail mother earth lip texture soft and warm like california and feel better

but I miss her

misery cutting my mood with ice scissors

this cut and paste reaction method hardly filled the fissure

marley told me how to not cry but times are tough

teenager first love creator disaster itching brush

pastor's kiss a shoe up above then shine their eyes

my polished beat lunge toward the keyhole scheme then twister punch liars

michael minus the myers

singing like ancient whales

valor like blackbeard plus fungus bow and ripped sails

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Sexorcism

He calls she a lover but keeps his drawer stocked with condom wraps

she screams his name often but her voice often cracks

he says she's the answer to a puzzle piece he's missing

she believes they're two of one him but self-portraits aren't that interesting

she lets him hit from the back cause sex is formed from porno acts

loud enough to break an egg inside her body clock has changed

she rummages through letter page of better days nostalgia straining legs to make a V

like free love was ever about peace

most these intellectual hypersexuals make me queasy

fucking for deep reasons don't kid me kids, you're mind is easy

and i tried to buck fast

sweat self-respect out both hands

lifted skirt and ski down melting regions gripping sweaty fat

wetness darkens clothing casting shadows on your self control

autopilot zombie dance hypnotic music guiding goals

mono silence idle hands take hold of head and drain your soul

hands around her back

you're living in a jail

hands upon her ass-cheeks

drinking holy grail

one-track ram rod

lightning quick slip,

read her clit like brail, the words were dirty useless

male love placing bets for pussy flip, head or tail

living in the loopholes spinning figure 8's ego frail

spread legs spread disease

spread it on like mint condom condiments

odds are actions governed by ale rations hence the stagnant passion

trails of semen fail to stick to one night stand-in's

you didn't write the tune only played another's jammin'

calling out you players stuck in video game descriptions

l cracked her codes plugged components in and ran deception scripts

"Who's at my door?"

they rang me twice rung out my skin of lube and slime

screamed a fuck me harder like a martyr masochistic

pass the passed out drunk fuck victim leaking a pale jism

he doesn't care about his adrenaline addiction

just suck it like you haven't drank in months, the drunk's the mission

loud enough to shatter another silly egg

he'll box you in the box, just a boxer puppy humping legs

my thoughts been thumpin' ultra bass

suppressed like bottled teenage angst

quest to wreck the modern age of shallow sexual interplay

he calls she a lover but keeps his head filled with phony shit

she sings his name like record crisp but her voice often skips

the percussion of them thrustin' sounds like a lonely soul clapping

music for blue kids, the only song is satisfaction

the penis hypodermic needle prepped for conception

no wonder they get veins pumpin' thick before injection

you're an addict and at again

you're an addict and you're at it again

you're a sex addict and you're at it again

you're an addict and all you needed

were real friends