Oneirology

Onierology, you never were my best friend, i believe in dreams to defend, in philosophy to comprehend and years ago i dreamt of the end, some people say my main character is my identical twin who genetics that revolutionize next to kin

I say you are an OK computer, far before the Bends, Fuck Pablo Honey, I desire blood stained money, egyptian cotten and a means to beginAs i sway, my feelings depart, this is my head and this is my little heart, my endeavor is a machine so warm it up before we start

This is skyscrapers in the Horizon, a wandering mind beside ballons captivating our eyesIm elated every night because I’ve got stars in my sight and,A future that never liedTokyo gaze as I fight the tide in which so many have died

Its the time of the night, when i feel alternative dance in my veins, blood pumps past the obstacles in my brain as I marvel at all the adversity ive already slain, then its that time of the day when im next to my love and i realize i have everything to lose and nothing to gain

The bitter taste of desperation in my mouth, drives me insane

Speeding through the wrong land with her heart to steal

Waiting until i get the Electric Feel

Stargazer in the basement, like post mortem slides in descent

Her head beside my ugly snout, heartbeating together and I Shout!

I just figured life Out

So speak your clout, ive got credentials like a disco sensation or a victory speech with no indentations, Sly & the Family Stone raised me beside urban poetry in my Thompson Home, Im a good sport so i throw these motherfuckers two and a half bones

I remembered my face covered in blood everyday except halloween, I wasnt going to be a demographic, you can see and hear what im saying, but do you have any idea of what i mean?

I wouldnt settle for one scene, I wasnt destined to be an average angst ridden teen or a fiend

Thought about taking my life, die before seeing Keane…Never

And im an Author, its true, I promise not to take my life if the sky isnt always blue

All of Your love, i couldnt sever

Through my work, i will Live forever

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Cowboy Hat

Do you see that countryman dancing to the groove

It won’t be long until the law comes round to whisk him away
Living life like his wife had already died years before that day
Whiskey in his pot belly, strands of hair as long as the grass on the lawn
Country music blasting the rims off a low rider on the freeway
On his way to Sacremento looking for post winter glory in a San Francisco day
Staying up with love all night, in poor situations with poor folk
Eggs with no yolk, polka with no pulp

Burning essence like the desire in his mind
Don’t let him go alone, don’t let the cowboy hat fall near his long lost bitterness
If he stayed up all night, grant him the right to take a piss

If not, fall into the darkness off to heaven to square dance
Ping pong players in white robes looking like Scorsese on coke
No dope, but just a hell of a lot of hope 

General Divide

Where is my Life? Where is the Light? It’s the acts of children that deride the mind

Every loss and mistake I try to retrace is perpetuated by the lack of design

I replaced all the glass when I realized hope had returned in rivalry Nothing is so precious or vulgar, as my innocence every loss and mistake, I try to retrace has brought me back to the mirror Where is the light? I want to see clearer tonight where is the Light? It’s the pressure of a lifetime that allows me to sleep I regret, all the dissidence that clouds my regrets It’s the act of violence that we refuse to realize Teenage Minacity swarmed in complicity Life hangs in the balance, and I’m searching in silence My response is in violence

The pain is far too intimate, and its act of children that helps us be careless alone

I accepted all the failures as the kings confessed destroying my kingdom and leaving me in absence It’s the silence of children that choose what is right It’s a shadow of light, a piece of plight that is passion for our failures now

God discuss your faith, we are not here for life but to erase This is a chase for the lack of sympathy The emotions that are missing from my listing, I set fire to empathy And watch my friends burn under the light Every loss and mistake is clouded by my judgment Where is the Light? It’s the loss of childhood that leaves us alone The Light? It’s the forgotten children that poise me for my disaster Can you find my Life? I am so Alone

I am set in strife, the friction is my detention

My dissension is to soon, I know I’m going to die

Where is the light? I miss the jubilant sights

It’s the acts of children that conflict our lives

 

Slow Songs

 

The Worst words became dust in the wind, the last smile came seconds before the end

Moving my body to music that’s not playing, but it’s in my head

Slow songs play while they embalm the dead
Slow Songs in memory like a Pop Star’s distant future

I used to be a good boy but then i was corrupted by these slow songs

Turn my head, turn toward the winter sun

You’ll find hope in it one day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cigarettes and Snowflakes

 

 

 

Ability to Dream

 

I’m attempting to live life long enough to where I can afford a vacation

Yeah, do drugs on beaches and flirt with sexy foreign girls

See swirls on some foreign made shit and maybe never come back
Look at cracks, make jokes that are whack and find some happiness I can contract

Yeah, I’ve got a mask to my face trying to understand the place I’m in and blow up with pace

Trying to live a life with pills on the dash
Trying to understand that there is more to live then success and cash
But then there comes a memory or two,

Of my father or of my old crew, holding our breathes floating through air until our faces turned blue

And it’s true that you only live once, but is that a good thing?
If you have a disease or a lack of rings and bling, you are tortured within yourself

Religion can’t do the trick so you call up a magician and watch your friend’s dick desecrate who you love

At least for that one day, you had a lot to do and even more to say        

On your brain, all hate comes into play

But what if life was a chair of bowlies or some type of abstract shit, if we could fall down a bottomless pit and find some rhymes to spit, find some canvases to paint and some essence that’s already been lit

All the incomplete in life is art, we all can’t draw but we have the ability to dream and think

 

 

 

My hair is wet whipping around as I bang my head against the wall, no surrender to never fall

No feelings when you call and no emotions in that bloody bathroom stall

No life to live beyond the pieces I possess now, I can’t hear you anymore you are to loud

The days when the music stopped

The moments when the temperature plummets, and your clothes dropped

The times when I had nothing except the blood coming from my cut

Gun to my head as I run out of luck
You thought you knew me before, but now I’m locked behind this steel door
Crawling through oblivion on all fours

In all of the land, I haven’t found a smile with less meaning then yours

I haven’t seen anything so horrible in my time, your heart rots not your teeth
All the bodies buried beneath you buried alive, trying to contrive reason to break from your clutches

Ashes falling from your cigarette like snowflakes in winter, but this is humid summer in the town center
I’ll bet my wrist, my neck and you’d best understand I’ll be around to get some gold dentures
I’ll be around to mend my scars, hop a few bars and spit for the stars

The moments when the hair on my arm stands up

 

 

Rat (Poem)

 

In the kindest way i am your love slave

Don’t look at me that way, i’m here for you

I’m your dog, rolling around in the mud just to get dirty for you

Hurt myself just to get dirty for you

Keep myself chained in, just to get dirty for you!

What do you think this is?

This isn’t playtime, there is to much pain involved

This is weird but i kinda like it

Strapped to the ground just waiting for you

Chained to the bed just waiting for you

We aren’t in this together, we are just friends

We tend to destruct, and my words don’t leave much to pontificate

Religion had it’s reign but now i’m stretched out naked going insane

Gaunt and looking plain, put makeup on my stains to help make there feel like there is some sort of fucking gain to the way we play

To the way I get dirty for you, just waiting for you to show on up

I’ll be your dog, your rat or a boy fiending for more blood to keep him from suicide

 

Sorry Sorry Sorry For the Long Lapse of Time!

I miss you guys, writing all my -ish on here to you cool folks. I’m pretty much back, i usually take a break from everything when else when i am attempting to book write. You know how it is right! But now i’m here and i hope i can win some of you guys back. Oh and some exciting news coming up. A Poem book available on Amazon! Also its very cool to be repping my publisher Trafford, they are in the million dollar club. Things are sounding good. I don’t know, it’s a start to get something out. PEOPLE JUST WANT MY BOOK haha, they want it bad so its coming out January!