
Monday, November 05, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wicked Weekend
may all your fears
be satiated
and all you pleasures
meet
watch out for all your doing
leaving no room
for regret
before the end is written
and you sleeping soul
is wet
see nighttime full of
mocking mouths
gaping eyes which
cannot see
and the
cavern full of nothing
under which the mauling
feed
kiss this, fuck
regret is nothing
save your silent
revelries
enter now
into this morning
the one you lost...
is now at peace
happy Halloween
everybody
be satiated
and all you pleasures
meet
watch out for all your doing
leaving no room
for regret
before the end is written
and you sleeping soul
is wet
see nighttime full of
mocking mouths
gaping eyes which
cannot see
and the
cavern full of nothing
under which the mauling
feed
kiss this, fuck
regret is nothing
save your silent
revelries
enter now
into this morning
the one you lost...
is now at peace
happy Halloween
everybody
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Touch
this is your center
i am your mind
leave behind
what you need
and touch with
pale fingers
where i think you
should be
ah the air
escapes your life
and wet and warm
in the beginning
let it stay in you
until the fondness
fades
until it fades
i'll stay
run backwards
over deadleaves
frozen cheeks
will mar the makeup
dare to touch
the numbness
and we will stay
until your color fades
until it fades
i'll stay
Thursday, July 19, 2007
"No" Place
in a land made of mirror
i tread in soft slippers
over the invisible infinite surface
cover my mouth to
hide my shame
over and over
and over again
i don't complain
don't make a sound
the silvery silence is
defining
and when i end
i forget
to begin
entranced by my walking
my self is gone
looking for you
once frozen sun
in the horizon i see my face
illuminated solitude and grace
"someday" i sit and sigh
reflecting in space
i tread in soft slippers
over the invisible infinite surface
cover my mouth to
hide my shame
over and over
and over again
i don't complain
don't make a sound
the silvery silence is
defining
and when i end
i forget
to begin
entranced by my walking
my self is gone
looking for you
once frozen sun
in the horizon i see my face
illuminated solitude and grace
"someday" i sit and sigh
reflecting in space
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
happy 4th yall
If anything should happen in the big NY
if the world disappears, or just i do
I would like everyone to know
Happy independence day
Do it for you
accept the good with bad
swallow your ego
and allow yourself the freedom
entitled to a living being
and shout to the heavens
i am here and i will be happy
because i breathe,
because i see
i am and i experience
I love and i am life
don't react
allow and understand you
and every other being alive
lives and dies
so switch off the autopilot
jump headfirst into your biggest fears
because after that what's left
but to be the traveler
the navagator
the one who truely lived
and died
but still endures
to all of you
taking day by day
i love you
i will always love you
i respect you and i miss you
and most of all
now
right now
I am here with you
enjoying you
for who you really are
a living being
and thats enough for me
if the world disappears, or just i do
I would like everyone to know
Happy independence day
Do it for you
accept the good with bad
swallow your ego
and allow yourself the freedom
entitled to a living being
and shout to the heavens
i am here and i will be happy
because i breathe,
because i see
i am and i experience
I love and i am life
don't react
allow and understand you
and every other being alive
lives and dies
so switch off the autopilot
jump headfirst into your biggest fears
because after that what's left
but to be the traveler
the navagator
the one who truely lived
and died
but still endures
to all of you
taking day by day
i love you
i will always love you
i respect you and i miss you
and most of all
now
right now
I am here with you
enjoying you
for who you really are
a living being
and thats enough for me
Friday, June 15, 2007
Humanity
in this world
of inconsistancy
i dance
like the small
flower
in a wake
of a mighty wind
wavering
secretly
i dream of a race
that knows
more of self
then i ever could
can't you see
in that light
through slanted eyes
that ancient need
only filled by your
self satisfaction
i was right
so long ago
standing alone
reflecting on a people
only gratified by pain
silence followed love
down the twisted halls
locker lined lessons
in social disfucntion
oh well
the illusions run
away with me again
i am possesed by possesions
wanted by lovers
and loved by none
i tread down
the shadowy tracks
of soul seclusion
playing a game
with myself
i walk through the
rain again
suffering incomparable
to starvation
i am tryly centered in
the wrong direction
counter-weighed by
hate
i rock above the waves
i see the sea of hands
there i confide
in unfamiliar eyes
'cause icons fall
but never die...
of inconsistancy
i dance
like the small
flower
in a wake
of a mighty wind
wavering
secretly
i dream of a race
that knows
more of self
then i ever could
can't you see
in that light
through slanted eyes
that ancient need
only filled by your
self satisfaction
i was right
so long ago
standing alone
reflecting on a people
only gratified by pain
silence followed love
down the twisted halls
locker lined lessons
in social disfucntion
oh well
the illusions run
away with me again
i am possesed by possesions
wanted by lovers
and loved by none
i tread down
the shadowy tracks
of soul seclusion
playing a game
with myself
i walk through the
rain again
suffering incomparable
to starvation
i am tryly centered in
the wrong direction
counter-weighed by
hate
i rock above the waves
i see the sea of hands
there i confide
in unfamiliar eyes
'cause icons fall
but never die...
Monday, June 04, 2007
OK
moving forward
never ceasing
to amaze
minds a haze
my pillz
all.........
gone
forests forgotten
walking through
burnt remains
i am the one
captain of absence
passing by
the sun
after all
the dust has
settled on
the world
i have begun
to derail time
take it in
long lines
smiling at
the reflection
bleeding down on me
close my eyes to
see the future
erased
escaped
a life
who can say
it's ok
never ceasing
to amaze
minds a haze
my pillz
all.........
gone
forests forgotten
walking through
burnt remains
i am the one
captain of absence
passing by
the sun
after all
the dust has
settled on
the world
i have begun
to derail time
take it in
long lines
smiling at
the reflection
bleeding down on me
close my eyes to
see the future
erased
escaped
a life
who can say
it's ok
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The World

here we are
at the beginning
and the end
now together
once apart
i self destruct
to find the center
cutting
red wine
lines across time
vertically i
consider
all i have remembered
and i travel down through time
progressing backwards
I make a space
a small black box
my knees tight
huddled up inside
feeling in
suspension
i can't escape this tension
so i sleep
until you come
all existence
dripping down
the arched
back of my skull
enough of tearing
love through rivers
shining faces
in the bathroom light
floor of the shower
weeping for the world
at the beginning
and the end
now together
once apart
i self destruct
to find the center
cutting
red wine
lines across time
vertically i
consider
all i have remembered
and i travel down through time
progressing backwards
I make a space
a small black box
my knees tight
huddled up inside
feeling in
suspension
i can't escape this tension
so i sleep
until you come
all existence
dripping down
the arched
back of my skull
enough of tearing
love through rivers
shining faces
in the bathroom light
floor of the shower
weeping for the world
CANT BE SAVED - Senses Fail
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Monday, March 19, 2007
your hand
i stare
into the opened eyes
of blissfulness
escaping past
i look into lostless
uncertain
but alive
i find you also
breathing
sleeping
you animal man
won't pretend
to know you...
promise
to appreciate
to look forward to
to celebrate
run my nighttime lips
over your cool fingers
kiss the thin golden promise
and smell the sweet
cigarettes
still clinging to
your resting hand
love is this
smiling silence
into the opened eyes
of blissfulness
escaping past
i look into lostless
uncertain
but alive
i find you also
breathing
sleeping
you animal man
won't pretend
to know you...
promise
to appreciate
to look forward to
to celebrate
run my nighttime lips
over your cool fingers
kiss the thin golden promise
and smell the sweet
cigarettes
still clinging to
your resting hand
love is this
smiling silence
Monday, March 05, 2007
keeping
im afraid
this decending spirit
trapped in the endless cycle
refuses to accept a fate unwanted
rather then spoil the party
finding earthly monotony
everywhere it should not be
whose to say whats happy
wishing everyone the best
she slips on a starlet dress
and asends the velvet steps
forever
sending all her best to
all those souls
entertaining mortals
momentary bliss
to impatient to even hide
followings another pointless high
it will all spill out with time
then she'll know she loved a lie
this decending spirit
trapped in the endless cycle
refuses to accept a fate unwanted
rather then spoil the party
finding earthly monotony
everywhere it should not be
whose to say whats happy
wishing everyone the best
she slips on a starlet dress
and asends the velvet steps
forever
sending all her best to
all those souls
entertaining mortals
momentary bliss
to impatient to even hide
followings another pointless high
it will all spill out with time
then she'll know she loved a lie
Monday, February 19, 2007
passing mind
why am I
not enough to satisfy
if i should struggle
to understand
you as i
then where do i defy?
falling short
of love
i try to know
but knowing only makes
the problem grow
falling further from
those holy dreams
so why
do i do this
to my mind...
not enough to satisfy
if i should struggle
to understand
you as i
then where do i defy?
falling short
of love
i try to know
but knowing only makes
the problem grow
falling further from
those holy dreams
so why
do i do this
to my mind...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sweet
drip
drop
slowly
sliding down
like fingers
rich darkness
moving
softly into
silky porcelin
not a sound
save the haulted
breath
of
exhalation
in a kiss
lips movement
seeming motionless
theres nothing like
sweet
java bliss...
drop
slowly
sliding down
like fingers
rich darkness
moving
softly into
silky porcelin
not a sound
save the haulted
breath
of
exhalation
in a kiss
lips movement
seeming motionless
theres nothing like
sweet
java bliss...
Monday, December 04, 2006
No sleep
Waking up early
i force the potent
black liquid
down my throat
Tired dragged
down my body
and out my
pink painted toes
I pace
from the crib
to the kitchen
from the sink
i see the frozen
world cased in cream
icy rainbow teardrops
hang from every cornice
and corner
softly weeping in the
early morning sunshine
god i miss sleeping
i force the potent
black liquid
down my throat
Tired dragged
down my body
and out my
pink painted toes
I pace
from the crib
to the kitchen
from the sink
i see the frozen
world cased in cream
icy rainbow teardrops
hang from every cornice
and corner
softly weeping in the
early morning sunshine
god i miss sleeping
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Here it is

this is me
this connection to
the world
a link
a word
tatooed in
prose upon my forehead
i found you here
my inspiring
downer
I had or have
a dream
that mimics a world
of shadows
I am the mind
behind the curtain
controlling an uncontrollable
showered with your
absent affection
I guess this lonely
infinite connection
lets me know your
alive
but why do i miss
dreaming?
i guess the I am
fooled myself
did i ever want at all
everywhere i go
i feel the fall
of needing
manifest in expectation
all your desires
are empty
if they love you
are you loved
if you want them
will you feel satisfaction
if you go there
will it be there
"i deserve" is meaningless
shit
just stop thinking and
live
Friday, November 17, 2006
...
to escape all thought
of implied suspition
i have to say
i created this day
every moment
i created this life
but still i questioned
where I went wrong
who is to blame
for this suspended state
of disbelief
unrequested
unrequited
the hardest one to forgive
is me
i feel the god grow within me
daily
and i give my life
of implied suspition
i have to say
i created this day
every moment
i created this life
but still i questioned
where I went wrong
who is to blame
for this suspended state
of disbelief
unrequested
unrequited
the hardest one to forgive
is me
i feel the god grow within me
daily
and i give my life
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Quiet Little Poor Boy
I see a sad little boy
sitting alone in the light of a street lamp
pen scratches paper
as the crickets of the lakeside
croon their nightime song
all night long
Quiet little poor boy
scratching out poetry
what are you writting
what are you dreaming
Quiet little poor boy
what will your future be?
I see a young man
picking cotton in the feilds with his mama
since he was 3 years old
oooh,
dragging his sack around
dragging his childhood down
Quiet little poor boy
could you see what was to come
could you see Germany
could you see Vietnam
oooh,
Quiet little poor boy
had to be a man too soon
Now your a daddy
got that son you always wanted
but on the way you got 4 girls
ooooh,
daddy's little junkyard girl
says she off to see the world
says soon she'll be leaving
you know that soon she'll be gone
ohhhhh,
Quiet little poor boy
what are you gonna do
when your baby's leaving you
Quiet little poor boy
scratching out poetry
what are you writing
What are you dreaming
I wrote this song for my father years ago and it came to mind. I can hear the piano music ringing up from my memory. When i remember more I'll patch it up. I love you old man. ^_^
sitting alone in the light of a street lamp
pen scratches paper
as the crickets of the lakeside
croon their nightime song
all night long
Quiet little poor boy
scratching out poetry
what are you writting
what are you dreaming
Quiet little poor boy
what will your future be?
I see a young man
picking cotton in the feilds with his mama
since he was 3 years old
oooh,
dragging his sack around
dragging his childhood down
Quiet little poor boy
could you see what was to come
could you see Germany
could you see Vietnam
oooh,
Quiet little poor boy
had to be a man too soon
Now your a daddy
got that son you always wanted
but on the way you got 4 girls
ooooh,
daddy's little junkyard girl
says she off to see the world
says soon she'll be leaving
you know that soon she'll be gone
ohhhhh,
Quiet little poor boy
what are you gonna do
when your baby's leaving you
Quiet little poor boy
scratching out poetry
what are you writing
What are you dreaming
I wrote this song for my father years ago and it came to mind. I can hear the piano music ringing up from my memory. When i remember more I'll patch it up. I love you old man. ^_^
Friday, September 29, 2006
10 Best and 10 Worst
10 Best Things About Being a Nudist
10. You are always comfortable, no clothes to pinch or itch, to tight or too loose, complete freedom of movement
9. Drinks and meals are always bought for you
8. The sun is always warmer
7. The rain is always sweeter
6. You have nothing to hide, or at least no where to hide it. People trust someone with no pockets
5. Your always a hit a parties
4. You never fail to shock visitors at the door
3. They never forget your name, or your …um… face
2. You never have to worry about what to wear
1. Everybody loves the naked person; it takes strength, bravery, vulnerability and a lot of grooming
10 Worst Things About Being a Nudist
10. It gets cold sometimes
9. You’re usually the only one naked
8. Leather furniture can get sticky
7. Going to the mall gets complicated
6. Pets with claws and cold noses
5. Sometimes insecure people get mad until they understand that’s just the weird way you are
4. You leave yourself open to what people really think of appearances
3. People fall in love easily with an open, honest, naked person
2. You can get arrested for going outside
1. Naked people jobs are limited
10. You are always comfortable, no clothes to pinch or itch, to tight or too loose, complete freedom of movement
9. Drinks and meals are always bought for you
8. The sun is always warmer
7. The rain is always sweeter
6. You have nothing to hide, or at least no where to hide it. People trust someone with no pockets
5. Your always a hit a parties
4. You never fail to shock visitors at the door
3. They never forget your name, or your …um… face
2. You never have to worry about what to wear
1. Everybody loves the naked person; it takes strength, bravery, vulnerability and a lot of grooming
10 Worst Things About Being a Nudist
10. It gets cold sometimes
9. You’re usually the only one naked
8. Leather furniture can get sticky
7. Going to the mall gets complicated
6. Pets with claws and cold noses
5. Sometimes insecure people get mad until they understand that’s just the weird way you are
4. You leave yourself open to what people really think of appearances
3. People fall in love easily with an open, honest, naked person
2. You can get arrested for going outside
1. Naked people jobs are limited
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Waiting for January
this celebrated sense of cerebral conformity
the scent seems to follow you.
tense always
where do we go
further from the solitary
feeling of self
i understand
what you don't want me to
i am to blame for the
state of this stasis
barely alive
thank god in this absence
we all want for a greater purpose
we know is just waiting
in the mailbox
at the bank
when we leave or comeback
just beyond tomorrow
the sun hides behind
the mountains
just over the horizon
but you don't know how
to climb
so again you struggle
with ever opening the door
and even more
can't decide if you even
make it there
wouldn't it just be night
by then
missed it again
the sun on your face
the wet grass
on your knees
a smile on your
flawless mind
felt it all come down
when you say that
life is a mistake
your right
i was wrong
i surrender to your justice
don't forget to be emotional
how else can they tell
your serious
about what you know
is defined right
don't forget your "right"
overrides everyone else's
experience
i long for the empty bliss
that waits on the other
side of abandon
i can let go of everything
but you
the scent seems to follow you.
tense always
where do we go
further from the solitary
feeling of self
i understand
what you don't want me to
i am to blame for the
state of this stasis
barely alive
thank god in this absence
we all want for a greater purpose
we know is just waiting
in the mailbox
at the bank
when we leave or comeback
just beyond tomorrow
the sun hides behind
the mountains
just over the horizon
but you don't know how
to climb
so again you struggle
with ever opening the door
and even more
can't decide if you even
make it there
wouldn't it just be night
by then
missed it again
the sun on your face
the wet grass
on your knees
a smile on your
flawless mind
felt it all come down
when you say that
life is a mistake
your right
i was wrong
i surrender to your justice
don't forget to be emotional
how else can they tell
your serious
about what you know
is defined right
don't forget your "right"
overrides everyone else's
experience
i long for the empty bliss
that waits on the other
side of abandon
i can let go of everything
but you
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Pressure to please
what is it
you think i
don't understand
how bout you stand here
for a minute
watch your face
as you say
one thing
and say another
confusing your
universe
hey smile
and lie
i can take it
one more round for the inebriated
shell of you
i swallow the salty soul
and take it all down
with me
to a kingdom
full of restful
sleep
no one ever spends a night
alone in this everlasting
state
of celebrated empty
love this
i can dig it
just smile and lie
i know its you again
wide eyed wonder
infinity shows me
your so sad
predictable
tell me something
how far does it go?
you think i
don't understand
how bout you stand here
for a minute
watch your face
as you say
one thing
and say another
confusing your
universe
hey smile
and lie
i can take it
one more round for the inebriated
shell of you
i swallow the salty soul
and take it all down
with me
to a kingdom
full of restful
sleep
no one ever spends a night
alone in this everlasting
state
of celebrated empty
love this
i can dig it
just smile and lie
i know its you again
wide eyed wonder
infinity shows me
your so sad
predictable
tell me something
how far does it go?
Saturday, September 02, 2006

A million times i've seen the shore
a memory trapped within a dream
i take this photograph
and scribe behind
a life that isn't mine
an epitaph
a drawing without lines
a mind of nights
so sacrosanct
a lie is your
limited translated truth
honestly a word
a world
unreal and so
intruth
i follow a scene
repeated through
a neverending
taste of what a
sunset could truly
be
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