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.

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.

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.

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).

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.

Walk

If I had shoes 

that cured wounds,

I would dance on you.

Without words, without hurt,

without sound...

Thought

Riot me this
(off the record).

Why are women best friends with curbs,
behind wheels?

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

Thought

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

Either way,
Fuck is a winner all around.

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.

Thought

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

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.

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.

Thought

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

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.

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.

Two of Kind

Together
we're like each others infatuation,

grounded by reason.

A decade

over the influence,

swaying all degrees of emotion

within a commercial-breaks-time.

Ground me,

flying cold in 120 degree weather,

feed me love, then guilt,

in admirable ways.

We talk in art

it's our own slang,

an understanding

with only pencils, brushes, and melodies.

(They never could).

Now try and replicate

through color who we are,

unattainable.

With precision

perfectly flawed,

We are one.

Thought

Ever try a back flip on land?

If not, grow some nuts.

(Pools are for babies on album covers).

Divided by Fear

This is your life, divided by fear.

So lie, only if you mean it.

Rewrite your life in theme.

Sick twist your own plot.

The future is now

with every next second,

so climax early

resolve, then climax again.

Dance on the backside of rules.

Believe in invisible figures

and name them doG.

Talk about touchy subjects.

Touch yourself.

Chill pills do exist,

listen to Elliot Smith.

Think in judgement,

speak without.

Resist, just to exist.

Disappoint the masses,

smile at their thoughts of you failing.

Laugh later.

"Nothing has any meaning

except the meaning you give it."

So make something out of nothing,

put faith in koala bears,

and learn to read...

|Between|.

Sneaker Pimp

Together we feel as one,
and with that I know

we'll never be alone.

You've had me tied up

in your style, from the start,

and the things we shared

were never far apart.

Forever parallel, side by side

in these lives we lead,

together, we can conquer anything.

So until the day

our perfect souls are gone,

always know

that we'll remain as one.

Rewind

Washing out water with water,

think of who you are.

Be the ramble on their tongues.

Throw inadequate judgments aside.

Be an epic poem without meaning.

Describe the face without words.

Careless, cunning, and unfair.

Feel without touch.

Learn your false truth.

Laugh you're alive.

Sleep when you're dead.

Create the uncreatable.

Leave the past behind.

Act out lucid dreams.

Be free in your playground.

Their minds.

Pretend to love.

Tear down walls.

Whisper loud.

Cry silence.

Walk above fear.

Dress for danger.

Talk without age, and kiss rage.

Pluralize lone.

Rangers.

Shake hands with heroes.

Use lethal thoughts.

Fuel the extinguished.

The lost.

Pierce superficial meaning.

Learn and forget.

Play with the weak.

Spill paper black, without ink.

Fall with style.

Hurt without pain.

Grieve with a grin.

Offend.

Damage materialism.

Make up isms.

Dress without matching, naked.

Pornism.

Dig for maps, and treasure direction.

Make up your own language.

Speak without sound.

Be profound.

Always play with their minds.

Rewind.