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.