what am i not to do?

So I’m a criminal?
Just because I can see you
Reactions from about you
To feel what’s inside you...

Watchers are just eyes
With hands never to feel
But are you better in my mind?
Do I dare ruin you with spills?

Cause I can't seem to seam in right
I can't wriggle in my knees
All ever to do is stand still
Crooked as I, inside the breeze

But I wish I knew all that was you
I wish I knew everything, your way
For you're beautiful to my existence
And that's just all I just wanted to say...

caev lyke

caev lyke creatures, come out the laggoon...
where they had wanted, i could never know.

all that was inside themm. were garbage ad golds.


all the trash come unearthing.,.. all the riches, went sold.

what i want the most right now

I want to find you ‘mongst the people,
Then take you home with me.

I want to hide inside some playgrounds,
Where our mind’s can be let free.

I want to take us to lost jungles,
Where our faces can come out.

I want to lay inside closed tunnels,
Where only hands can see about.

Cause the stress around here’s troubling…
Too much -- a city’s way.
Let’s make simpler our equation,
You… me… this day.

now 's my time to bury. hibernate in me.
now's my time to carry. my eyes into the deep.
now's my time to wonder. sit inside my head.
now's my time to push off.anything that you've once said.

like bounds of smoke

Come to me, like bounds of smoke
Take note of who I am
I have already seen inside you, I already know
Where it is I want

I can’t stand these technologies
Technologies that keep at us apart
I am unaware of resolution
In these times we are left in

I wish others wished like me
Wanted what I want
Had eaten the things I’ve tasted like
Where is she, that I don’t know about?

please speak to me, in frequencies, that only I can understand
and I’ll too touch you, in color, with not words, but with my hands.

The shivers in my bones ensure my heart is always beating
Like platoons of steel horse drums, I’m always me– never forgetting.
And when the tucks of bed do find me each to every night till morning
I can feel safe inside myself, in times when love has not yet found me.

torturous femme

locks and locks of chains have come to claim me in their haze.
when sifting through the rubble i found shudders of my name.
when lying in the gutters, I felt victim to my veins,
as i poured my life to grain --she just ate me...

all the same.

A place for time and space sits inside, sits inside…
Creeping towards new face, I came alive, I came alive…
Sitting ‘mongst the waves, we here tonight, here tonight…
Fragments of our names, drowned in light, drowned in light.

initiation with the now

in synch with these drum beats that had been buried there for sleeps. i then married to a moment, a moment made to reap. it woke up inside me, finally, we at peace.
i pushed it out through heart race, i so gave it out my leaks.

eyes are wide and always seeing
through the vast, my heart goes grieving
to cast off oceans, in whom to slave me
and cut from my throat, the words to just be.

The sun peaks, from behind my sheets,
another world comes again each day.

I don’t know much, from the time I fell down,
Yet, why do I feel so drained?

Dark lies sit in dark eyes, when you see inside the mirror
Your face, I swear, would scream, if you could only see the clearer

Establish the establishment, look the ways as others do
Yes, it will make you all but safer, but it won’t make you all too true

Dare I reminisce of bloodlines, that you opened, when to feel
Or have you crowded them in suspect, steering yourself as just a meal…

A meal for ups and gobbles, from the ones who look your way…
A meal for all the people, who bought your breath, with just their say.

the truth is there's no need

Why find truth?
Is truth not but a wall,
an apparent,
visually evident,
piece of boundary bound within it a message of an absolute,
unbendable,
unbreakable,
piece of factual -
physical matter?

Why beg for such a black and white piece of machinery,
to lie dormant inside your home? Only taking up space…

there are trees out spilling waters, just so you and I can play.
where we’d congregate in flowers, and watch hours peel away.

people wouldn’t find us, couldn’t grab us, it’s our day.
let’s move rocks onto new dials,
let’s let our bodies purr, and sway.

i wish you'd see as well as i

Where are you? …along the licorice trail? With your eyes only seeking the most pleasant of grass, you yearn for more candy. All the while – Can you accept your own sorrow, or see your own face? Can you feel the vampires stagnant amongst the room, sharking all that is pure in you? Men’s manhood as their spear headed brushes, do you even mind the color they’ve painted you? Will it wash off? Can you fall asleep tonight without the distraction?

…I pray your memory isn’t as haunting as mine.

a life whose free

They sit amongst the details
Tiny coves where children play
Inside the walls are shallow
Allowing thoughts to drift away

While parades of decades swallow
In drones whom sweep new day
The lot will try to storm them
By melting hearts into old age

But all they wanted was to find this
...Their life activity
So they soaked their hands in Sunset
Just to find a life whose free.

I see (finales)

I see, yes, in you, displeasure
As you lie and toss your hair

I smell the fragrance of undoings
They way we’ve kept to this cold air

These times, they’ve come to change me
And change you, inside this night

They’ve come to wrap and bathe me
So that I may wake, when skies meet light

We were the pair, who kept to sandals,
And now we’re marching stone in feet…

Cause we’ve awoken from this slumber
With new realities cold from the street.

stone lord

Stone lords – marching on stone ravels
A snare drum in between each trot-full hoof
I see them, and so the shivers…

‘Cause each frosting of the mourning; leaves wet
Wet – wet from my own birth.
Another dream, now killed from mean labor…

Is this an airplane?
…Or perhaps some old wings?
The skies will tell me, but won’t say

And so my hands drop, to reveal inside ghosts
Weird waters, now, I must play.

where is the you

And I bid this utterly unfair, the ways in which you hold onto past affairs.
And sing with them, back pockets. Where memories graze and hold on,
We were vipers in our own venom…

And in my own mind’s nectar, I sift for glances of your skin,
Pleasures from the old country, where the city hadn’t turned us into communists, yet.

We were fair, like children, then. We also shared the strongest of reason hands, and again I claim yours to be back pocketed, in the now of this time…

Mine? Open to each and sudden flux of vapored time that happens to eat change at my own soul if I to see you again...


And! Don’t say you know what’s best when only your own eye-lids you know. When only your own assumptions aid you through the studies and degradations of me and my past characters. And will these personified hooks swing round again? More than likely, from time to time – but so in this cycle sprouts the absolute definitions of me, and with that said, justification.


So, if you, or anyone else, does wish to break parts at this declaration or cut views at my mind, then a cutting of roots I shall force my hands to scissor, in preservation of the only known permanent commodity that I, or anyone else, can have come to find for themselves – and that being, undoubtedly, the right of sanctity to self.