Sunday, December 3, 2017

Rain

You are such a worth of waste
of my time.

I am anxiety,
I am your lost mind.

You give a lonely thief air
a reason to be,
while suffocating thoughts,
tasting only the colors you breathe.

You are a perfect blend of gorgeous,
elevating colors of words
even Van Gogh couldn't explain.

I am your cliche,
I am your ghost
seeping under once walled-up-doors
begging you to play.

My heart is strong enough now
that elephants could dance on it.

(Both of your favorite things).

I am your calamity,
you are my lost feeling.

And still.

The rain makes me miss you.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Crestfallen

Shy shy
always Chey,
behind brown eyes
a perfect woman,
a perfect cry.

She speaks everything to me.

This is about something,
this is about someone.

A perfect despair,
my perfect counterpart
comparable to the luck we draw,
and lies beyond compare.

I still miss you,
and our musical thoughts
meshed together
through Radiohead and dark weather,
until the day
you finally let us be
together.

Now
let us Drive...
away
ending up somewhere cold
I'll keep you warm
(because I know you still hate that).

Anything is better than now,
better than this,
so let us separate
from them,
from our thoughts of past...

We. Belong. Together.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Weather Changes

You were Alive...
for all the right reasons,
to support, and guide
all our lost souls
that meant everything to you.

Though taken for granted at times,
You always felt the right in all the wrong
inside each one of us,
pushing us to be better,
more clever
than anyone could ever understand.

You...
shaped us
into everything we became to be,
and we thank you
and love you...

through everything.

Monday, March 6, 2017

How To Prevent Dog-Dashing

A.) Close the door.
2.) Use a biscuit.
D.) Tighten up that leash.

I don't like bringing plastic along
on my therapeudic-prairie-walks,
with my prairie-like-dog.

Sidewalks don't exist in our world
because we don't like to blend,
so we take to the middle of streets
snapping photos of us both being boss,
to keep our spirits high
while thumping intricate beats
like Roads, and The Bends,
that would make you feel lost.

So if he decides to light up your lawn
through scents one couldn't resist,
don't be a pessimist,
don't be a womanizer,
this is a glass-half-full situation,
as he barks "you are welcome"
for the fertilizer.

The greener your grass
the cooler your ass,
so smoke up
and bring a bitch home to envy you,
and maybe bring one for my pup
for always helping too.


Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Weight Of Sound

Spill me your melody
your psyche,
then I'll throw my hook
reeling tragedy in.

Don't blame me
that our souls meshed together
faded the same.

To thrive
unlike any like-minds,
to learn what feeling truly means
while holding the screams inside.

It's no coincidence,
that we were placed here to coexist.

Aligned through purpose,
we're both an evil twist
in this plot called life,
to guide one another
through causes of concern.

To learn.
To burn.

Deplete the air,
this moment
taking breaths away,
asthma tendencies
for our psychedelic ways.

Curse these curtains of misfortune,
pulling down the shade of calamity
rewriting the same,
to relive our past days.

Together,

we fated change.

Now
you're the only sound I hope to fear,
before we both disappear...

Monday, October 10, 2016

Hara-Kiri

Who am I now?

An epic explosion
of wishful thinking
learning everything
surrounded by nothing
ripped up
torn apart
silence speaks
through picture frames
past dreams
melodies
of false being
learn me
use me
love me
lose me.

Still Me.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Phantogram

I Don't Blame You
My Only Friend,
We're Nothing But Trouble.

As Far As I Can See...

You are my Mouthful of Diamonds,
You Are The Ocean
Washing off my Bloody Palms,
When I'm Small.

Now Let Me Go...

16 Years
All Dried Up,
Don't Move,
Make A Fist,
Fall In Love.

10,000 Claps
Celebrating Nothing,
The Day You Died.

Our Futuristic Casket
Turning Into Stone,
Running From The Cops,
Never Going Home.

Now Turn It Off...

Nightlife,
Bad Dreams,
Black Out Days,
A Dark Tunnel,
With both of our Voices...

Howling At The Moon.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Sleepwalk With Me

Special
the way you bleed through me,
and call out our tendencies.

You're my scar,
the lioness of my life,
stitching up the thoughts
inside our eyes,
to coincide.

Here,
as frequent as the rain
is as often I think of you.

Are we ever going to be in love?

The real way,
when letting go
met our lips for the first time.

So stay here, stay feel,
remember our hearts together
while the world stands still.

Come hide behind my mask
while I stitch your face,
healing you with needles
through threads of my past.

Now you're safe.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Thieve Me Please

Don't rhyme with me,
if you can't keep up.

Don't lie with me,
if you can't be up for it.

Night after night
dwelling lines of past...

Situations
gathering thoughts
harder, than you feel lost.

Now rhyme again,
with me in you're own way.

Particularly with conviction,
or I won't understand.

So stand, and laugh hard,
and speak proud
and sing loud!

To forgive our sound.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Conversation

She
always carries bad phone service,
and a bad attitude.
(My provider).

I can read her emotion
even via text,
words jumping, tower to tower,
hitting my screen
(With tears).

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Perfect Stranger

Can we get an appraisal
for how much we exist?

You are the princess of always,
so let's celebrate our chemistry.

Tell me you love me,
then breathe with me.

Share your tendencies
to make me feel alive again,
through feeling.

Kiss me to want me,
then bleach your past.

(Mine is darker than white can save).

So save me,
then take me,
past places words are allowed.

Who we are
is not their concern,
and who we are...

(They will never learn).

We belong here together
while our song remains the same,
so believe it, then dream it, that place

Where our hearts beat for sound.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Dive

Now let us swim
in the misery of our minds,
with backstrokes toward the past.

Maybe we can learn something there
and allow ourselves to move stylish toward the future,
free-flowing faster
to finally become who we truly are.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Cult

Misfits
rock kicks
same shoes
filled with shit.

Get ripped
tight-lipped
wordless feelings
holding whys
cross-stitched together
free inside.

Time to Recover
for us to Shiiine
three eyes
two paths
one life...

Spilling time.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Ray Ray Virgil

I love
top shelf liquor
and dancing
with werds
upon devils
inside blogs
outside boxes
around shapes
of usual
amused
usually
then go back
through crowds
of whiskey
to dancing.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Words

Say what you mean...

and do what you should have said.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Window

Just be yourself

be what you will

it's your life


it's your time

you wouldn't be anything a
t all


without you

and your mind

and your selfish pride sometimes

it gives you strength

and the will


to survive


this is your window


to the world.

Friday, February 1, 2013

A Year, Zero

I feel as if…
dots resemble years.
Like I’ve spent my whole life asleep,
now awake.

Pinched by an event,
a wake up call,
calling the talent inside
to come flying out.

Wish the phone would ring every day
with you on the other end,
to reset my mind,
and light that fire to be better
every hour, not every year.

No more waiting...
it's time to change clothes,
and stop wearing the weight
they bring.

Ready now,
to show them all!
What real creativity sounds like
through sound.

So you lead, and I'll follow.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Letter

blood                        feel
 blood                        feel
  blood                        feel
ink                            sink
 ink                            sink
  ink                            sink
write              D          lie
 write           E  A         lie
  write        T      S         lie
tear          I           O    fear
 tear      N               N   fear
  tear  U                    E  fear

Thursday, December 20, 2012

When the World Ends

When the world ends,
all the knives will be washed away,
so no taking the easy route,
as we're in this together.

Now uncover the filter to your words,
speak all the lines you've never said
to all those people unwilling to hear.

Document your life's diary
by seeping it into someone else's mind,
so when all the pages written are lost
our calendars will live on
inside one another.

Leaving no regrets behind
we can all wear smiles on our souls,
for transfer attire.

Then on that day
when we finally meet again,
we can all high-five ourselves
in the clouds.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

United at Different

United at different
dangerous minds collide,
adhering together now
for life.

So take me with your every day
hand in hand for this ride we believe,
mixing our chemicals with words
creating a love, unheard.

Now we begin...
the first day of our last days,
immortal as one.

Through a sound portal of fear
together we'll rise,
where there's more to be had
never to end,
sparked from this beginning's end.

You are the perfect drug
stimulating me still,
without a sound
breathing words that make my eyes close,
a feeling so hard, still undefined.

'Til death do us part
ignite the fire felt inside our chests,
then forever apart we'll always be

From the rest.


Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Baddest Dude In The Sky

For a while there,
I was lost.

Words wouldn't work.
I had to lose myself to find myself again.

Still here.

Now reality sets in,
you're gone...

An unbreakable force
without a trace,
still always in our hearts
for a time, forever long.

Traced now,
are four perfectly painted faces
half resembling you,
with all you created
and brought out in each smiling one.

Your soul was larger than life,
and the great times we had were countless.

We were all brothers united at different,
and the difference was you,
set apart from the rest.

Always looking up to you,
I saw a life lived the way it should be.

So now I'm going to try and make you proud,
by bringing out the best in everyone
the way you did for me.

From now on,
we’ll be together in words.

Subliminally,
I know we'll all hear your laughs,
unheard.

And until that day
our souls again unite,
you'll always be...

The baddest dude in the sky.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Her Dream

If this ink dripped on you,
would judgement turn without thought?
If I saved your life, in the next life,
would you then take the time to listen?

(Unblocked by your fear, of what could be).

In this moment, we're already there.
Just waiting for your nightlight to kick,
and push away your fear of the unknown
that darkness brings.

Worried minds
forever evolve dead ends.
Leaving you nearsighted with thought,
still farsighted from what's real.

Open hearts in confidence,
hold keys that break down walls.
Leading certain paths for you to create
all they believe not possible.

(Using everything I know, you hold inside).

Monday, October 22, 2012

Guile

Voice
is overrated,
Out Loud.

We live in minds,
though strange it seems
Home.

Gasp the breath of you
already taken in before spoken,
descending the idea of you
faster than a right hand can type: y.o.u.

Captions of your monologue
now throttled back,
making room for the thoughts that matter
to finally be conveyed.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Walk

If I had shoes 

that cured wounds,

I would dance on you.

Without words, without hurt,

without sound...

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Thought

Riot me this
(off the record).

Why are women best friends with curbs,
behind wheels?

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Descend

Emotion
written
is invisible.

Sight need take over
for the actual,
watching as tears fall
from your chest.

Try and understand true meaning,
behind the backs of thoughts
hidden from reason.
Evoking the real, that is love.

Now whispered thoughts
play back and forth between us,
stirring up emotion carried with wind,
endlessly begging us to sin.

Dioxide-filled caution now exhaled
as we breathe in the persuading sky,
mixing our chemicals, our words,
allowing us to be as one.

Perfect now, the time waited,
unveiling trust coming with love.
Ultimately warming the space
once frozen, inside our hearts.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Talk Hard

I'm not afraid
to bring up the unspoken.
Looking for twists and turns with words,
to sway the emotion you've held
deep inside.

Feed off me,
off my words,
allow yourself to get off...
as I am with you
in conversation.

Experience
is value taken notice of,
enabling you to question and rise,
and finally feel what it means
to be alive.

Allowing you to see
that there is more out there.

More to talk about, more to breathe for,
more to love than them,
more to love...

Than yourself.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Here's to the Puppet Show

Sorry I'm late, got held up
(at gunpoint).
Her personality
always tried to shoot me down.

That's the sound of my past
(always a dangerous trend).
So don't kiss me, unless you mean it.

Three twenty-three a.m. and thirteen seconds...
(a time remembered most).
That began my falling, over her.

Carried along with purse, was a temper
(like the forefront of a minefield).
Ready to go off at any given time.

Well I like you, but could go off you
(so I did five times before it stuck).
That's why five is still my favorite number
after all these years.

Cheers!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Smoke

Smoke filled rings
launch and freeze the air,
rising one by one,
provoked by last nights events.

Keeping tempo
with the thoughts in your mind,
a realized habit of guilt
now can't be escaped,
forever beating inside.

Now with silence
floating off your tongue,
it brings past as present,
opening future, unallowed.

So stand outside and break time
running with the sun's rays,
leading paths filtering out the same,
for all that's at stake.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Inadequate

Stripped 
naked with emotion,
now vulnerable to giving in
to your heart.

In these moments,
you try and picture yourself
background to anything,
drawing attention away.

As nervousness sets in,
steady hands turn motive:
shaking evidence, from obvious trees.

Now foreground,
begins painting you in...

Blending no longer,
now you're becoming 
an imperfect version
of yourself.

With voiceless words,
increasing breath
under each effort spoken.
Gasping for air, yet still unaware
all that's coming over you.

Then at this moment,
another landslide of emotion 
strips you down.

Until you're completely silenced.
Naked.

Again.

Monday, September 17, 2012

We're the Drug

With water now under the bridge,
we're baring skin to sound.

We're the drug
feeding off of night,
preying on thoughts unheard,
to be spoken out loud.

Unfiltered in disregard,
consequence no longer exists.

We're the drug
vaulted above the rest,
painting ceilings with thoughts,
building cathedrals with words.

Become the voice
allowing us in,
our favorite brush
shading color for movement.

Our timeless vision
time be let out,
swaying emotions never before felt,
tucked away until now.

We're the drug
lawless in mind,
with purpose we rise,
violating all that's said be normal,
one line at a time.

An understanding within,
misunderstood by them.

We're the drug undenied, 
the anecdote for change.
Art gets unburied here,
the time is now!

Monday, September 10, 2012

Time

We both ended up in this place
from different paths of nowhere,
perfect strangers united
from a time well waited.

Before
we were ticking people away...
friends and lovers alike,
one second at a time.

The ones that lasted hours
we called Best,
then without choice, or voice,
still counted them away the same.

Now
as seconds turn into years,
time flows different in direction,
with you still here.

So only forever
can engrave the day,
that two dark paths finally came alive
from intersecting ways.

Together now changed,
time will never count the same.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Thought

Who makes up the definitions of words?
Who gave them the right to decide?

Either way,
Fuck is a winner all around.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Jessic

Together we think like fragrance,
sharing desirable thoughts of mystery.
Lost in search of source,
then found in each other's minds.

I love playing here,
and off your words,
off the grid of the everyday,
my new-child-game of old.

We communicate through art,
it’s our own sign language.

Just another smell of familiar
while painting scenes we've shared,
reflected in each other's eyes.

Forever losing ourselves in company
with a dedication to different,
now our rehabilitation,
toward making a difference.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Thought

Another ripper day worth living,
just to be able to applaud my buddy's creativity at the end of it.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Spark

We are all just words
with revisions of words,
a feeling, undefined.

Just as your love story
(your prime).

Now dive into reason:
you're the gas, fueling these words.
(My propane habit).

Discrete with sensitivity
while seeping through bars,
into this heart.

Now enlightened
from your illumination,
wearing glasses of you
because my eyes only see so far…

And now open, to the world.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Ascend

Be the fallen as it may,
it's time to write your chapter as they did.
So search for your source, your guts,
then spill it out in epic fashion!

Let the whole world know you're here!
Choose not just to exist,
but to thrive in the presence of those around you,
be the one they can't help but follow.

If these trees could talk,
how would they speak of you?
How will they remember you
if you're blending in with the rest?

Jump!
It's inside you.
Rooted.
Just waiting to be composed.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Thought

Ever think of how many times a room might change in a lifetime?
(Now apply that to your heart).

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Crash Palace

Rational ruins plague your fancy
as your world begins to crumble.
Scenarios of exotic tryst
penetrate now harder
in mind.

Is blowing down your palace with words
what it takes to break up silence?

An exertion of feeling never before heard,
holding a sensation like no other
thought left behind.

Now with pleasure only coming
from an endless pit of emotion,
deep in your bones.

Breathing heavier and harder with every thought,
always steering your mind
closer to completion.

Still living with years to come,
before understanding
it's resolution.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

About No One

She's a closet redneck

with coat hanger fantasies,
more disappointing
than rubber bristles on a toothbrush.

(French people don't get my humor.)

A heavy bottle with a red label
is all she needs to get by.
Bud told me so.

Light would never fly with her,
which is why I can't speak of her lightly.
She's tolerable standing aside,
only when used to block the wind
in hard winter.

Her life
is no longer full of water fountains,
to make-up-kiss her way back
to Great Expectations.

So guess
what happened the night before?
Then keep guessing.
Therein lies the fun, and my point
of interest.

Getting mud-drunk
is her way of life now,
where it takes her two showers
just to feel honest again.

And honestly
I'm just laughing on the inside,
but I still choose to pay attention
because gutter minds are colorful.