names

Someone has to know
how I have no chance
at moving forward
away from this sinkhole
'neath my skin

Mountains in the sky
colors bleeding, dying
Greeting the clouds while
hanging from the stars
inside these dreams of
everything I am

oommm

the craziest substance I've ever taken is oxygen
this breath
it feeds me
keeps me blinking
this life
it beats me
keeps me seeking
this world
is outrageous
keeps me thinking

the most insane mindset, is any mindset
what is this thought
where is this thought
the answers I have sought
but the question never caught
my attention
 I just walked
into the sunset
that was waving its goodbyes or its hellos
all a matter of perspective
so I'll say goodnight before I wreck this

sweeping

My pen was a dancin
across the surface of this ocean
just a row boat gettin thrown
from wave to crest
scared to breath
still can't stop this thinking
always creepin
in this conscious stream

to complete
I compete
til I'm beaten
down, deep
down, between
this need to feed
and this desire
to set fire to all this life
and just fly
up into a space
that is up compared to this one
but i will never reach up
it will never be within my fingers
it can only be a there
never will it be here

where

I had fallen
but now I get back up
to dream these days
away

Cloudy Daze

Continue to look
back
at the days
when the leaves were still
falling
            finding
                                      their
                            own
                                                        path
in this
windy w o r l d
 but coming back from the past
to this
now
all these fallen leaves
scattered around this ground
scraping soundwaves
off the pavement
throwing them out
and my ears can't help but plunder
these treasures washing ashore
X
marks the spot
where you thought
you needed your name jotted along the dotted line
  of course you were just trying to
  have your cake and dine on it too
  but now you find yourself confined to
this world and its tight truth
that many consider divine truth
it is usually the unwise who
think they can decide truth
our black holes only let so much light through
such a narrow window
I just hope I got the right view
whatever right is, as if I knew

backwards sdrawrof

The tip of my pen
is the tip of an arrow
on this bow I draw back
as I line up my sights
to see this ink
fly across this page's sky
strips of blue striking through
these columns of clouds
my ink
a starless night
breaking through this sky
to come look for all of its
fallen stars

line

I may be all thumbs

but I've got them all pointing up
to this sky
that doesn't even know
how much happiness it contains
in this bowl
the embers that slowly die
inside this black
smokey clouds covering my eyes
from the stars so high
so far away from this life
that has so much more worth
when its my feet that walk upon this dirt
selfish I am
not here to be perfect
not that I had a choice
but if I did
I'd give it to you
because I've never been good at decisions
and I haven't given you much
so I feel like starting somewhere

anywhere is the right place to start
mostly because no where is the right place to start
so may as well just begin your part
before it ends and leaves you out in the dark

I am

a variation
another genetic mutation
another chump that made it to graduation
a perspective
a mindset
that's so indecisive
trying to make it through
all this life they try to make me live
whoever they are
maybe this is to them
Hi, how is the rotation treatin ya?
I'm still gettin use to this dizzyness
the world gives
for me to hold
deep inside this dust
the world gave me
to create this page
but what seems like a favor
will have me enslaved
to the natural way
so I'll return this dust
from beyond my grave

this body is a rental
and I'm a little late
on my payments
so I treat today
like it's my favorite
I'm still scroungin for some change
to hold on til at least tomorrow

Church

used to be an idea

free love, for everyone

now it costs an uncomfortable outfit and your sunday morning

you better sing

or God won't know that you care

and I'm not going to add to this spare change bucket

they pass along like some Mr. Clean magic eraser

making them content in their sin

self righteous ass clowns make me cringe

now I still love them, see they are just tryin to build a hinge

into this wall to open up that door

it's unfortunate though 

how being nice seems like a chore

to them

life is just a bore til we sip them drinks we pour

giving us the need to adore a simple whore 

but

she is another sister

that you fucked

adding another blister

to the callouses around your heart

touch smell taste see

night time
is my write time
to make these words
brighten lines
into exciting signs
of works, greater than I could imagine
with my small mind

not very often can you hear silence
you can hear it before the beginning and after the end
but it's the in between
that's hard to make this sense of

energy

Every moment is in a new space
the earth is moving along this ellipse
inside this solar machine
that is floating out
drifting through this lonely black
taking the darkness
and
giving it some warmth,
exposing the empty with this light
and
leaving it full of this dust
that matters so much more
when it has a thought to think

trying to think of this title

seeping
through the walls
these words assault your mind
to keep you out of this loop
I slowly create with this ink
to burn up and feel the ashes fall down
beyond these clocks

today doesn't end just because tomorrow started
and yesterday never really ended
it just sort of faded into dream
that we look at like some dusty picture we found in the attic
rewinding trying to remind me of what's behind me
but the past has passed so just let time be

cheers

Everything has a reason
and it might not always be a deep one
and it might not always appear too easy
but you will always find some tiny benefit
inside all this world's bullshit
that it wraps up in pretty little boxes
to throw at you, adding on to all these problems
and it might be a while til you solve them

but

don't let your chin fall
just lift up your spirits
as I propose this toast:
what I want to say most
is that we all have a purpose
and maybe mine is to remind you
that you are
wonderful

prepositional

over and under
but never in between
the barrier has been built
you can cross it
or stay
and toe nail this line
to hang up these banners, these ink stains
strewn across this wall

as you travel through these pen's strokes
you can collect the meaning of this all, one cloud of consciousness after the other
to put in your basket case, condensed and contemplated
collapsed and concentrated
corralled and comprehended
convinced and captivated
by these words I just created
to take your brain and invade
until your mind is mine to play with
but it's overrated
and I'm beginning to hate this
riding along
writing this song
though its more just a pond
of these words I have drawn
together from these streams
to sit together in some peace

On a thought train, in this moonlight rain

walking along the light striped sidewalks
passing living room window snapshots
from these movies being lived out one present rolling over and over

Sam I am

just a snapshot in someone's movie
just a nother name on this dying cast
just a simple sitter, sittin in this seat
just a waitin for the credits
just ta see myself rise up beyond the dark

Insanity

repeating an action over and over expecting a different outcome

and girl the thought of life without you is drivin me crazy
so I'll try on this insane
chasing your embrace til my grave
I just want to hold you at four in the morning watching infomercials
making fun of these scripted dicks that think they are pimpin

but   really I just want to hold you at any time watching anything

so

I'll be on this grind until I find this finish line
where you are either mine, or I am no longer alive
either way I'll be closer to the divine

I get so close to catching you in my butterfly net
but I never learned how to patch these holes
so you take the wind and my horizon with you

while I just stand here swallowing this storm you left behind

entry

trying to slow down
these lightning strikes
establishing roots in this world
as if to anchor this row boat
in this sea of dead ends

rather start counting up
and wait
for the crashing waves of thunder

button desert

This word
could be so many others
but somehow
it managed to survive
beyond these times
and through these spaces
to end up right here
waving at you with the colors
leftover from its lightwave feast

just trying to speak to you
maybe give you a penny or two
tryin to find an excuse
to keep on wavin at you
cuz you are all these words need to feel alive
to be alive
for a moment or two, while you surge life through these corridors
of surgical scribbles, saying less than they want to be
being less than they ought to be
possibly
I'm just lost in these

Just sittin

tryin to break this ice
as best I can
throwing these
Helium-filled balloons
until I run out of gas
and have to lean on this cold wall
that I built up myself

these, are words

if I had it
then I lost it
and if I've lost it
then I'm barely lookin for it
I feel like you won't fully find it
until you stop worrying about where it's been
and just knowing that if it's it, it will come along
again

a not her

word
forming
at the brim
of this inkwell
dripping down
through this page
up into your waiting brain
absorbing these wisps
of lightless meaningful loops and swirls
though the meaning only extends so far
plenty of members of the same species don't even see anything in these scribbles, so sometimes I have a hard time staying invested in these words we use to try to make sense of this place

words outlining the shadow of this idea

Their eyes enticing
I inch forward towards the light
shedding this silence
that my mind compiles
the longer I've been hidin' in these sheets
   blue line after blue cut and bleeding this prison along the edges
   creating a box to keep our thoughts contained
 
but as easy as the breeze
back I go, avoiding them
like a child
running from waves at the beach
chasing the ebb and flow

hopscotch on the rocks

broken

bottles

hopping

around

these

gutters

in the

windy

streets

dirt devils

wreaking havoc

on us lemonade stand standers

just tryin to get some change

to fill up this cup

without asking for more of life's lemons

to be

I am a pioneer

and I know I'm not

but it makes it easier to bear if you just let me believe it

I know I'm not gonna be trail blazin

so I take on these trails blazin

lost in these clouds, I let the sky abduct me every now and then

cuz the sky is never worried about the how or the when

it's just tryin to be someone's horizon

hap

words are here
so deal with it
I'm stealing these blanks
replacing them with this black space
infiltrating your conscious waves
fading
back
beyond
these simple marks upon this page