take my hand/ we can walk in the dark,/ take a walk in the park/ to find something more./ digging for gold/ we can find great big holes/ that are empty and cold./ we’re such lovely disasters./ marking our goods/ with the blood of a friend/ just so we know /so maybe we’ll grow/ into a beautiful disaster./ I love the way you can find it first/ but I ( Read more... )

gaining witness to this developing need/ kissing the indolent acquaintances along the way/ facing my failures only to step down/ and provide them a position to exist in/ confront the one/ control the dumb/ bring me comfort/ or i’ll have none/ entertain this abhorrence/ on self reflection/ there’s no connection/ that i can’t harm/ slip away/ create ( Read more... )

tending to this promiscuous lever/ gaining comfort in her presence/ convincing my rationale that faith and reason have endorsed this associate/ conforming myself around this condition/ absorbing oneself until these matters are hidden...while attending this loss/ with a cheap design/ what a cheap design/ more or less here’s a product to sell/ a ( Read more... )

...and peer pressure ( Read more... )

There he stood in a back isle at the grin ‘n’ go thrift store. 512 N. Harbor Ave, a little shop on 39th street. And this, back before thrift stores were the latest fad for punk bands and wannabes, he stood locked away in his mind, dreaming or preoccupied. His eyes fixated on a little league baseball trophy that once belonged to a one bobby snider. ( Read more... )

i crave a portrait of normality/ blending perception and comfort/ into existence with hallow and salvation/ where wisdom carries the uncultured/ and respect is a quality we value/ i crave a portrait of any other than the one before me/ but I won’t see this world/my eyes stay shut/ my mind stays mine/ and a subsistence based on pressure/ an ( Read more... )

i want to sense you...and gain interest with you/ to realize your design/ and pick up detail along the way/ work up methods to keep you safe/ you’re my purpose/ i could keep you secure from all this harm/ give me visions and i’ll keep you warm/ i’ll compose a means/ if it brings me closer/ implore my heart/ to confirm my motives/ i want what i want ( Read more... )

i’ve been exhausted of substance/ she keeps her distance/ i regret my choice...my ill thought voice/ i’m an uneasy wreck/ there are words that i desire to part from my lips/ but you’ll only get what you choose to get/ they mean more to me/ when they’re left unsaid/ they’re my thoughts, my visions/ i wish to keep them instead/ this way you can’t ( Read more... )

my eyes burn, my brain acts numb. i’m giving “confused” another run. i’m bored with my mouth as he keeps me chasing...i’ve developed need from discussions lately. i’m tired of showing myself. i don’t care, i don’t care. keep quiet, keep silent, just keep these lips close to each one. you’re confusing wisdom with a loaded gun. i don’t need words. i ( Read more... )

Breathe urgent to this birthing/ a reformation of this warning/I gave you every thought I had/ I have nothing left to give/ I want nothing more of this/ your talent is an entry/ to your calloused thought of empty/ I’ve treasured every instance that was tired on your gifting/ and I have nothing left to give/ I want nothing more of this/ I want only ( Read more... )