Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit ...

For the dead pigeons
strung up to the sky
a latticework of pendulums
reverse engineering black holes
in time, she said, in time

I had to think for a second
a point so dense that speed alone can't scrape it
but time leaves just fine
so time must be faster than light

i had carved a hole in my stomach so i could climb out
and shook off the spare nerves that restrained me
but i'm afraid i'm trying to escape again
so i bound myself in padlocks and promises
i can feel my scratching once in a while
but the warm summer airs sting me to sleep like a lullaby

to pretend the gaze inside tartarus stares back
an endless abyss nine days from earth
and eighteen days from some sorta "heaven"
and then if we swing it, they collide
watch ethereal and matter decide
where the boundaries reside

the blankest page
♫

ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ llɐ ǝɹ,ǝʍ

and so we're not
du·al·i·ti·zed
embarks the fiction of our time
we crystalize
the sweetest chime
a liquid stone
(unknown) eyes still lack the heart to see

and gates refused to let it bleed
not all secrets deserve to speak
a private lesson interweaved
often missed, but never deceived
transparent words
layered over stories
contentment; pastels overheard
spells tucked in allegories

strychnine or     kerosene to get behind the bones clean
silverware or jumper cables to hide the evidence
(i got a long list of scars in the shape of a heart)
it's not slowing me down from skydiving sideways
through traffic going ballistic [name calling]             ritualistic
                 earthquakes, meet errosion

           gilgamesh trapt greenhouse gasses
in weather balloon teepees draping the skyline
     a gravity well pulses with the smell of lilacs
         im laying on my back sliding down the folds
     wishing for wonders} {wrinkles the mold
    snug in soap bubbles exploring pumice escape routes
    a 3D map is good       for one           instant
                    the next it's home
                                                      and i'm hungry

the more you know
the less you sεε
myriadic energy
encompasses me
a strife born of plight
beckons debris
to recreate daze
where the sea
crept in graze

]OurPastisanillusion[
trying to scrape excess data off my dna
         gonna desecrate said slack away
       electro-static pulse rings pure
resonates from mirror to ear
   signatures in cellular
             metabolic flames
        adhere

Behind the lipid tides
                we squeeze the truth besides
       i found a home for sober
   in truth it's far behind
this miracle divined
,,..but it's happening over

even on an apocylapse
     I see the red glare fading
there's always, a ripe, collapse
   on a merry go round; sedating

                        the weight of a hand
   is warm you seee
         always swaying patiently

the weight of a hand
draped in motion breathes
dancing along so wonderfully

in a perfect world
we'd lack the eye sores
walking scars to remind just
what we've left behind us
no consequence of action
goldfish in lives great distraction

in a fantasy world
let's pretend this land fills
but reality
it strips life away
                   so we've learned to handle the friction
   of stepping astride our fiction

mention something
let's talk about the sunset
              I want to hear about your other day
every silly little detail
              cause if were passing on exploding
i wanna roll in the mud
from my soul erroding

doctor doctor, she's a got a problem
but she don't know what to call it
can I get a prescription, i think she's gonna rob him
and im gonna catch it like I caught'em

so, i'm sitting on the edge of my life
                        waiting at the red light
sitting on my knife
              any second green will come
i'm only as dumb as i am numb
       so the light starts blinking yellow
where does that leave me?
                      you can go now, no rush
                                                 ... but proceed with caution?
(maybe it's time
                  to throw this ride in reverse)
stop driving backwards
              and watch the past slip away
                                    through my rear view mirror
realizations become mantra:
I am the voice inside my head
I am the voice inside my head
   I am the voice inside my head

they don't mean a thing if they can't thrive in a storm
anyone can look pretty on autopilot
                            when the suns shining

facets come back as dusty græy metaphors
straight out of davey jones locker
obsoletely rendered useful
as the process ticks on
we hear every single
grain of sand fall
and then echo
then echo
echo
choecho
hoecho then
oechothenandecho
echechothenechoandecho
echchoechothenecechohoecondecho
until they overlap in a static hum
[growing louder by the second]

this doesn't mean a thing if we can't break our hearts
anyone can keep themselves distanced
                          without feeling a thing

mail to: sender (points of return)
tracing the feeling
of your glance
on my ~~heart strings~~ veins

cut and paste the human race
(sight the names in sniper grace)

cut the crap and cheat the maze
jump the walls and change our ways

volo discedo letum ipsum

painted on the inside of my eyelids
threatening to scar my retinas
and take ahold of everything I feel
by the throat

the space between

hope

and

                       loss

is an ocean of opportunity

but this is the dead sea

i wish i had the patience of a stone
but stones don't move
they're rolled

i'm energy
i need to flow
((( )))

wishing the friction of staying in motion
was as painless as apathy

the flashfire from escape velocity
severs soul from nerve
(and that is how ghosts are born)

contorted puppets fresh out of the microwave
the kind with the chewy center
with dice for eyes or eyes for dice
a chance to see or to see through chance

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