Backwash

I can not culvert into the world
Stuck inside a flood about to overflow
Into a space unknown
A king of backwash I'll overflow
It doesn't matter now
The rush pushes me down
Toward the dark I see so often
Across my knees I bend
At my needs of panic
And fear when I can not transform
Into a human being
Of attraction or affection
Or anything un-empty
I can not pull myself out
the backwash deformity

State of borderline flatline

Blue skyline dry grass against the hillside

Bland cornflakes in nonfat milk in a cereal-bowl

Static gone clear on the television tube

Doctor forget to call on the cellular telephone

Pills go empty from the pill bottles

Circular movement array teeter-totter

Convulsants erratic dancing unwanted

That is the end ,sorry no story intended

UNSEEN

Stampedes of satellites connect the brain electrolytes

Fence grain align the body one leap brake a bone
unseen inside

Crystal cut angle knife catching rocks
seeing blood from within the skin

Braking out the world

The world brake free

It's a dying need

Gouge my eyes

Ill never get to the top with parchment skin ink within its crevisis,
my looks are ugly, decietful,
everything is in the way,
i can't get away ,
i'm a liar,
that's what you say, then you run away,
take everything away from me. >>> ---
I'll never unlock my fingers from their own grip from around my own neck,
and I cant get out of my own lap,
and i can't get from my nervous bit,
gouge my eyes with this pen,
i want to leave this time. >>>---
Gouge my eyes with this pen....

Down the stricken river

Down the stricken river my body rushes through
All along at the bend it splits into two
And forever I will go, down the reckless path of water
Trough and through, splitting into twos
Against my will, tragedies speaks my name
And only one waterfall for me to crash upon

Better poet

I want to see inside of myself,
your pupils,
sorry to say,
are just not good enough,
for me, right now.
I have to get up,
look in the miiror hanging,
disturbed on your wall,
stare inside of me,
turn your lamp a little on,
because i can't see anything.
Not in your eyes,
The lamp on high,
nothing in mine. >>>>>>
All I want, to be a better poet.
I am quit contrite,
Sit where I might,
talk as loud as a can,
say what I want,
I just want to be a better poet.

Spine the jagermiester

Spine the jagermiester




Spine the jagermiester

You showed me to her.

She knits you pit you pout.

You wedge yourself under the couch.

Then descend from which you were .

Into the cool bed or air, which ever you call it.

You call demise it whatever.

However the glass the girl hurts more.

Gargantuan hiatus falsetto jagged in my head you are.

She 'don't know which you are which you were.

You stance exotic garages.

Halt at picturesque haunts.

Color me in the head.

With colors.

Stalking my ego.

There is a path not taken-lyrics

THERE IS A PATH NOT TAKEN

I cant remember the days as they get longer
I feel tacked to the wall
Is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose to it all

Lost days of pity
Clod and contrived
Bitter dreaming
Unwilling confined

is there a propose to it all

Is there a path not taken
If so it is far and shaded
is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose to it all

Lost days of pity
cold and contrived
bitter dreaming
unwilling confined

is there a purpose to it all

pink turns into grey
grey turns into black
is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose to it all

Lost days of pity
Cold and contrived
Bitter dreaming
Unwilling confined

Is there a purpose to it all

Cant control the facts anymore
Life is useless without you standing at my door
Is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose

is there a purpose
is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose
to it all

Corner's of our smiles's

The perfect touch
The buttons of you white collared shirt
What matters now, as long as thought's fade away
We don't know if we are happy up here
Blowing like paper
Your eyes change color, with the sky, as the sun disappears
The sunset gets you sad, when the stars appear
We're not sure how everyone begins, as we never look around us anymore
Feel's the corner's of our smiles' are just corner's, going nowhere.

Cold on the inside-lyrics

Cold on the inside>>>---
Cold on the outside>>>---
Warm on the world>>>---
Cold out the world>>>---
Too many songs sung>>>---
I'm making my own one>>>---
(pause)
I listen intently>>>---
I hear it breathing>>>---
Out my lungs>>>---
I sing it good>>>---
Play it good>>>---
Hit the strings>>>---
Down and up>>>---
Down, Down>>>--
Down and Up>>>---
Down, Down>>>--
All UP in my Panic>>>---
Oh, it feels...sooo goood...>>>----
(pause)
The world doesn't belong to everyone... >>>---
It does to you....>>>---Cold on the inside>>>---
Cold on the outside>>>---
Warm on the world>>>---
Cold out the world>>>---

Boozing

And it takes two day's to overcome the boozing.

I don't know why, when I end from a night with you,

I am in a slump of aggression.

Laying in bed for day's long,

who knows how long,

when time is yours,

and yours' only.

I don't know why when I am with you,

I always end up in this state of mind.

Where I'm in denial of who I am,

or where I'm going.

And I've been there before,

where I can't overcome the boozing.

Because nowhere do I exist,

out of mind for that moment.

Dedicating my every move to you,

my soul that's been gone for that moment,

and soon too long to be true.

Don't want to die this way,

or end up with a person like you.

Something smells

There's nothing inside me that can write.
Nothing but this smell that wont go away,
this smell that is inside my body.
I'm not sure where it came from,
where it's going.
Why it's still here.
Why it's inside my body.
Is it death, feels like it sometimes.
It's not life, that I know, or maybe.
So what is this smell inside me.
Every which way I turn,
every which person I go to,
I smell the same thing.
It is almost a burning wood chip smell,
burning, but not hot, neutral.
No one I talk to can smell it on me,
its all iI know.
It smells bad,
but good because I'm fond of it now.
When I breath in,
it is different than when I breath out,
it is more intense the feeling I feel.
I don't smell anything else around,
except the insides of myself.
And when it goes I believe i will lose.
And nothing to write.
Or maybe something better.
Something better will come.
But who knows.
I never do.

NEW LIFE

Where once i saw a Cliff

Descending down i wanted

The smell uprising

Single I was no one pushing

Help me before I jump

Someone does

Who knows who it was

The rising hand from below pushed me up

No longer did the falling feeling I wanted so much

I left a new light that day

A new life

The Clock

THE CLOCK

Round clocks tell their time______________________________________________________________________

But not in my mind_________________________________________

They tell their stories_______________________________________

But I can not tell mine______________________________________

The time lines are hard to see_______________________________

I can not remember the years_______________________________

I get jealous of those who remember theirs______________________

But I've done things to make me black out_______________________

I live in haste_____________________________________________

And baste in my own shame and guilt__________________________
I can not erase___________________________________________

And I try so hard _________________________________________________

To release it's energy______________________________________________

But my mind is stuck______________________________________________

In a time stopped clock____________________________________________

Broken at midnight________________________________________________

Parchment forever

Exhale my foreverness

Who will watch me die

A thousand, billion, trillion words spoken before

so what now

what now

Paintings, poetry, letters,

paper, canvas, parchment

whatever

Forever exhaled