Cityscape

Can you see the light

Blinking into the night?

Its not some distant beacon

Nor some furtive signal

Radio tower looms into the night

Its silhouette illuminated by its light

Sending out a high intensity beacon

Letting all know its loveless signal

Car drives down a water-slicked highway

Its body reflecting light a hundred feet away

Rain beats fast across the shining shell

As one man, one woman, one child listen

Hurtling steel takes man away

Down the similar self-reflecting pavement highway

The great gears turn, but the driver does not listen

His vehicle is his solid, physical shell

The great clouds above release their treasures

And fill with light, noise, pavement, steel

But Man remains

Can you see the cityscape?

ode to a clean house

in order to save our dusty souls

we waged war against black mold

and the ferocious spores

in order to win our fight

we shredded our house until all lay scattered

and the experts did their job

in the nature of reconstruction

we underwent the process of purging

and left undid all that was not worth saving

in the nature of purgitation

we found those things that had been purposely lost

and did our best to hide them again

in the house that we live

we have seen a reckoning

and breathe easy breaths

in the house that they built

we smoke decade old cigars

and listen to dusty firecrackers pop

Flag with Two Holes

We all want to become the bigger

The Better

The unfettered form of humanity

The Noble

For we are forgotten and unforgiven

The Shame

And we hold our love dear, write it out

The Flag

It holds and venerates all we cling too

The Pride

And we plan to wave it high, so to make a stand

The Joy

And we don't forget that history, that passion

The Passion

But we do forget that flag, that great reason

The Hole

And we pass over our human strength and power

The Dishonor

And claim to know that flag like no other

The Fake

And we begin to make our flag bigger than it should ever be

The Hole

And we have lost our flag, our way

The Loss

And those colors bleed

For Thee

For Lasting Sanity

I watch the shores on sand

Trace the lines in my hand

And wait for God

For Remaining Humanity

I pump blood way too fast

Become strapped to the mast

Dreams only

For Echoing Brutality

I clench my chains

I tear skies from planes

Sweet Explosions

For Lost Causes

I would like to stop

This is the way I drop

I am one

Bite Marks

Would you like to shoot a soul?

Lay in wait to fill that hole?

With lead from a freak's gun?

Exister

When one has reached an apex

Of solicitous souldom

One may begin to question

Their external existence

And the feelings of impact

And physical power

Does our light cast illumination

Or surly shadows?

For in this interesting quandary of

Nightmares and of dreams

Do we play the deck

Or do the cards cast dictate

In fact, could these two dichotomies

Meet in the middle

Coming together to paint

My heart black and white?

*this ain't finished*

Wet Nightmare

As I trot the unforgotten
The known and fulfilled,
I sink under rain
Pelting me with the waste
Of a million lives
Times a million lives
Born on the backs of 
A million more

I exist I cry!
I will always be!
I will always know!

And the heavens open up
And my voice is drowned
The crash of rain to pavement
Filling up all voids of silence
With the pain of a billion souls
So I am silent, I follow
The grey back in front of me

I become a speck
A puddle in the ocean
Another rain drop
While the men above
Open their insatiable mouths
And partake of the fountain of youth
Sucking up dreams and love
And pissing the remainder out

*Ahem*

If you will

Pick up your boots

And kindly strap them on

We can begin

To engage in

Stratagems of higher functioning

So lets vaporize the door

Let the sunshine in

Destroy the boundary

Between nature and sanctum

And smile

with or without

Chemical Drugs

So, if I may pick you up

and dust you off

Let's out the door

The door!

Its gone!

So the frame we shall leave behind

And venture out

Into a land of shameless

Please open your mind

We are on the cusp

Of heaven and hell

So, if you will

Take the first step

so

we

can

go

Primitive

What do we find

In a streak of light

And a rush of noise?

What makes the heart pound,

The mind exult,

And the body tingle?

Is it the knowledge

That we possess to much

And embrace the erase?

Is it the power

That defies mental physics

And throws down cowards?

Is it that we love

Hearing the hands of gods

In epic arial combat?

Is it that we have witnessed

The most ancient,

the first exalted?

Is it that everything

Lays low and beholds

The epitome of primitive?

Wanderer Pt. 3

I would simply like to make the comment

That I seem to be talking to myself

More often than not

Is it because the only face I will ever again see

Are those smilies I trace into the ground

To antagonize that worn old face of me

And, as I prattle to the uncaring wind

Which whistles tunelessly, mockingly

I realize that no one else minds

I got to admit

This place really is

The Pits

Hunt Me

Hunt me if you please

Little Chickadees

As you sing your songs

With smoke filled bongs

And a muffled sound

Quite fully round

Fills the stoopid air

With a love so fair

Give me a chance

To show you how to dance

So that we can enjoy

Being a girl and a boy

And into the sky

We shall sigh

A heartfelt noise for two

And no more feeling blue

So I ask you to follow

To the land of marshmallow

Where all the people play

There are no shades of gray

In this place I love

Resting in the shade of doves

I will stay smiling

Even as life keeps on dialing

Wanderer Pt. 2

As waste turns full circle

As life turns full circle

We rose from ashes so clean,

They gleamed pure and white,

And we threw them in the air,

proclaiming our ignorance.

Wind took them away

Ashes go, and ashes come back

Ashes not so clean

Ashes not so pure

And life turns half circle

Noon to night, light to dark

Our wastes become our wastelands

Wanderer Pt. 1

The years stand heavy

They do not fall

They do not rest

They do not let up

And they are always pressing

Down

Down

Down

The dust weighs heavy

Dust stained boots

Dust stained shirt

Dust stained tired soul

And it is always Filth

Dirty

Dirty

Dirty

The imprint exists internally

Foot steps look back

Foot steps for here

Foot steps yet to go

And there will always be more

Go

Go

Go

The waste abounds all around

Death wants to play

Death bites on bones

Death pleads for more

And one always finds rest too easy

No

No

No 

Last Call

Your trumpets roar as I rumble

Your fools dressed in underpaid labor

Swing their mighty pens

And hide behind their TV screens

While I gather my masses

Us unwashed and unfed

As we stare with vacant eyes

And deny your sinner's lies

It is my last call to you

Please drop your dignity

And realize our poverty

We ain't going to wait any more

You say you can't hear me

Maybe you can't

Your trumpets scream

Your leaders want our blood

If we are invisible

How come you can stand on us?

If we are weak

How come we can resist?

That is the Last Call

So pack your bags

And give us some rest

From your crushing feet

Punch!

I'm just another weed

Pull me out!

I promise I will bleed!

Of course we all assume

That you can

And that I will go easy!

What do you have in hand?

Hom-icide?

That's cool, I got my hands!

You can have the first strike

Your Bombs fly!

They're gonna hit hard!

Too bad for little ol' you

I move fast

Like a cheetah or snake

And before you know it

I am Home!

On your step, unfazed

And now you got a guest

Who's a mess!

And I ain't gonna leave!!

Your tricks don't work on me!

I hate TV!

And art makes my soul free!

I Lost Reality

Even as I blur

The lines of reality

I feel my skin shrink

And my sight warp

I know this isn't

The way things are

Supposed to be

Forgive me

I built this world

So that I might play

And rise from my own

Visitations of paranoia

Too bad I lost touch

And now my fingers

Won't even move

Too bad I lost touch

Maybe soon things

Will get better

But I lost time too

Its somewhere back there

Story of the Last Breath

Here lies the last breath

Its shallow embrace

Haunted by the remnants

Of a former human

Particles lost in the wind

Mixing among the filth

Traces all but lost

The crosshairs of a sniper 

Speak to me in a way

That I will never be able 

To physically express

With life and death in hand

And the precise Extreme

And the extreme Precise

Can you make the judgement?

Will you silence a soul?

What right do you posses?

How can you justify action?

What makes a man a devil?

What makes a devil a man?

Do you know which is the last breath?

As a shallow exhale

Fills the void

Inhale

Life...

N Y C

Get the Fuck out of my way

Mutters the old vet

As snot freezes to his nose

Ge the Fuck out of my way

Shouts the accented Hindi

As traffic backs up one light down

Get the Fuck out of my way

Says the fat balding tourist

As giggling Asians crowd his pic

Get the Fuck out of my way

Warns the obnoxious gweedo

As his train leaves the station

And as a thousand feet crush

Their own Rubber tread on to

Pavement lined with shit and

Countless wrappers and old gum

With millions of hearts beating

Simultaneously in a

Second, and I feel the soul

Of a great and majestic town

Rush forward with carelessness

Heedless fearless Abandon

Thanks be

That I can be free

And eternally damned

With vendors foods spammed

And cardboard for sleep

And fine silk upon to weep

Thanks be

That I have my own tub of Not Yo Cheese!

Shock and Awe

Smoke

Rise

Ashes

Fall

Boots

Stomp

Captive

Cries

Soldier

Dies

Fallen

Come into my box!

Says the old beggar man

To the angel at his door

I cannot, please do not tempt me,

For I am Fallen, from World and Man

Says the old beggar man

Let me pick you up

And we shall fly together

Till the Sun sets no more

And the Angel points to charred nubs

Where once great wings had been

And points up into the air

Where filth has set the sun forever more

What have you done?

Says the old beggar man

To which the Angel replies

I could not let myself be guided

By fate and other's desire

And so I took the plunge

And fell beyond the reach of saints

Of lovers and of demons

Heaven help me cried the beggar

That I cannot do says the Angel

For I have decided to let it go

No, please do not cries the Beggar

What would you have me do

Shouts the Angel to all

You defile what I have given

You forsake what i tell you

You hate without remorse

I see no other option

Than to let you go your way

Says the old beggar man

Do as you wish, for i grant freedom

And mercy and justice and reprieve

Stay in my house

For it is sanctuary and home

Says the Angel without wings

Forgive me, for I have sinned

Shooting at Nukes

So your government says today

That it ain't safe for your children to go outside and play

So you sit them down,

give them the talk,

That reality is too harsh

And TV's where its at

And an artificial glow fills their eyes

Too bad it ain't the sun.

So your government thought you knew

That your water is contaminated and will probably kill you

So you shut off your tap,

Open your nice cold fridge,

And crack the lid of a Dasani

Which is filled to the brim

With the same stuff you were about to ingest 

Just a few short moments ago.

So your government has some breaking news

That the reds are attacking, and it is not a good time to be blue. 

So you gather your children,

And huddle in your home,

Listening to passing jets

As they drop bombs

Onto the house of your neighbor just down the street,

Who was on vacation.

So your government has something to tell

That you need to be patient while they turn your life into a private hell

So you sit by your table,

Piles of taxes on your floor,

With red eyes and despair

And an empty bank account

And an empty fridge, house, garage, and no more time

To pay for your torture

So your government wants you to stay put

That even though life is hard, things will be much, much better

So you grab your gun,

Gather fellows and friends,

Run into the streets, torches alit!

The mob forms from all corners

The government can only shoot at nukes for so long,

before they all go off.

Leeerrrroyyyyy!

Poor poet

Never gets to know

That feeling that others get

When they read his poems

Only what they tell him,

And never the direct emotion

Poor poet only gets

the gift of giving

and never the gift of receiving

Oh well, says the poet

At least I have chicken!

Gods for a Second

With ice in our throats

And the pale moon in our eyes

With wind that tore life from our skin

And rock beneath our feet

We trekked to the top

To the Summit

To the Sunrise

As we crested the top our blood became the ice,

Our skin as pale as the moon

The wind became our private hell

And the rock sucked out any hope of heat

We stood there as statues

As warriors

And waited

The numb spread from every pore

Into our hearts did it seep

Into our very existence

Until our souls became hard and cold

We waited for saving grace

For an end to our watch

And froze

The dark did not lift

The cold did not break

The wind did not cease

Our vigil did not die

We knew we were close to victory

We knew we were not dead

Yet

We had climbed a mountain

We had woken in the dead of the night

We had assembled for splendor

We had not fallen yet

We were not about to give in

To surrender

To lose!

And the Sun crested

Our skin took on a healthy hue

Our eyes became golden orbs

Our souls broke free

And we were gods for a second

We climbed down

As victors