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