as the daylight lengthens its tendrils
into what was once icy cold of night
our skin slowly peels and recycles
in hopes of a better you stepping off
the sidewalk and into an expensive
price tag of industrialized machinery
wheels peeling off the face
to reveal a rainbow of spectrum
exploding from its central origins
the smoke coming into the lungs
diffusing its particles into the
blood of another crying dog
hungry for food
its 6:00am
wake up
or rather lay back down
close your eyes
forget about whatever this all was supposed to be
but now just is
as is
is a word of insignificance
so are we
throwing ourselves
against the golden thrones
of random luck and ingenuity
in this particular parallel universe
with one constant free
but complicated
lustful
vengeful
bigoted
isolated
violated
love you
love you
love

to just say something for once
my mother once slept with her sun glasses on
oh wait that was every day of my life
while life happened all around
the brain stewing for simple answers
simple storylines
romantic trash novels
read allowed on the international space station
it is a lonely place
that space
i tell ya
ladies and gentleman
we are here
tonight
and only tonight
before the sun crashes into
the earth
after mish mashing the moon
into volcanic
particulates
like waves of cold pacific oceans
its dark secrets
what do they hold
nothing close to history
millions of years
of infidelity
we have been cheated on
by the ideas of our Gods
their truth used like the pen
as a sword
billowing thru the human consciousness
becoming idealized
patriotic idiot
machines
sitting in the background
scenes
reading their phones
their words
they mean so much
they mean so much
these words
and then its sent to
the public
for judgement
judge well
prejudice well
or say not
a thing
because nothing
matters more
than the jury
over the justice
closing eyes
the wind
blows my eyelids
to activity
and REM
takes
over

Lean in and make that girl your wife
Don't wait just do it tonight
Bathe in the ocean of electric lights
neon skin is coming to life, tonight

dance with your fingers in your hair
will you dance with your own flare
burn this vision to the heavens
give in to your sins
live in the recollections of the earth
your soul is so damn old
look into my eyes and lose THY self
look like you're so bold

Nothing to lose/we have one night
live for the now/your heart's petrified
youth is a stone faced lie
Got nothing to lose/trees speak to us
wavy fingers/impose their lust
it's primal/another state of the mind

dance to the vision of a polaroid
the moment fades to the void
reverse the process to exploit
the weakness of their might tonight, tonight

dance to unravel a world is sick
let loose and open your lips
stare into the moment of a stranger's gaze
God has no mysterious ways

i speak and create a canvas
of what it is i know not
from a prison everything
seems so real and genuine and sincere
i stare at the refrigerator
i see the pictures
my guilt
my feelings of guilt
permeate in the smile
it is fucking bullshit
a prisoner
stockholm syndrome
staring
vacant
mesmerized by fate
its ridiculous absurdity
why not a shotgun
why not anything
why be
why have knowledge
why the confusion
let it go
sleep
slumber somber
clouds
coffee
mimosas

I awakened near your moon and i saw the tiny lights
i could not shake
or take my eyes off
her loneliness and sorrow

her path had tracers trailing from
the mystic memories of dawn
and the beyond
for little fates
her eyes sunken deep and hollow

like a thousand spiraling angels rising up
i journeyed to their sun
to end all their pain
to soften the blow
and the darkness doom moon shadows

the morning stars are turning into steam
a lily white
December dream
I'd gladly die here
in your arms
under neath
this Mexico Sun

I've put my cape on
flown thru these hills
i;m trying to pay a little
to a mountain of bills
let's build a bridge here
the rest of our lives
forget the worries
stressful days

i'm burning up an effigy
of the former fraud
standing in for me
my eyes are open
my heart is clear
darker days
no longer here

I can still dream you in Tulum
it's wide blue

i know we are out of our fucking minds

I can still feel you in Tulum
it's wide blue

i know we are out of our fucking minds

ive seen the face
climbed history
communed with myths
ecstasy
their skulls speak secrets
of our history
mist of mystery
imagining

I can still dream you in Tulum
it's wide blue

i know we are out of our fucking minds

I can still feel you in Tulum
it's wide blue

i know we are out of our fucking minds

we are mad and out of our fuckin minds
it's the kind of love only
death could recognize

I can still dream you in Tulum
it's wide blue

i know we are out of our fucking minds

i can still feel you (in Tulum)
still see you (in Tulum)

Book about a guy who's actions effect a small town under the hysteria of Y2K. Meanwhile, a hidden ghost city of metaphysical misfits who believe they are still alive slowly learn via all the events that unveil that they are dead. The man is a conduit between the living loved ones and those in the ghost city known as Drawbridge

something in the arid gravel surf
reflected in my acid washed jeans
and mocked my gap toothed grin
circling the school yard & rustling the flag pole

Reaganomics never felt so pure
like the caricature on my grandfather's
stupid Office wallpapered walls

my Walkmen was held with such ferocity
Round and Round
no matter the lap
yet still a mediocrity
all of this was too good for me
to really believe the priests
so I had no choice but to
stop being a HE
and become more of a ME
like any good for nothing awkward-ling of a 6th grade boy
should on the ascension of his journey
oh he was deserving to witness the abyss
whilst unknown lives in known cars
hang on a thread or many threads
their eyes telling the tales
their waddling vans
slowly raced by
but my bus wouldn't arrive
and the song just couldn't end
AXL couldn't be more real
than he is today
his destiny has an axe to grind
because for a limited period of time
your music can be just too damn fine
there is no escape
for me to break away from
and i move around the flag again
i dance on its memories
trying to make mine
seem more of a now then a future
where it all seemed so easy and sound
i could see it in my mind
but did not know
it would be something like a lost human
being cracked out in the back of
music drug den in Los Angeles
getting hand jobs under their black curtains
flashbacks of walking round and round
pacing to life's infinite beyond
yet realizing later
the stories were mythologies and legends
and i was meant to be made
a unicorn

There is a dreariness hanging about the air
my mind is frozen still in its haze
the grazing nature of my bovine like drawl
echoes its sloth upon the ear canal
criss crossing waves
and i will not come up for air
no i'd rather drown here
my arms are folded
and brow is a scowl

dear madam and sir
its been awhile since i allowed this all to coexist
to speak to you of what may be evolving
in reality
ever on the edge to crack
the demands shattering some blessed secret garden
sparkling with rich soil and dragon lily's
its fires peeling my skin
i long to build back again
with this tongue
become undone
a wagging back and forth
my mind on mushrooms looking into the sun
not speaking of the dreams overflowing
the pistol against its temple
is a revolutionary gun
packing pellets
as religious zealots take over
take hold
burn away the fragments
worship the whole
if that can be one
as a soul
lingers and walks zombie like
into a reality devoid of the magic
processing from this black hole
eating galaxies and stars
i can see my father in his banana yellow cadillac
driving up in the Texas heat
my feet were bruised
i cant remember what that feels like
Medusa's head of reptiles
sure to be stone soon
sure to be dead soon
sure to be dead soon
sure to be dead soon
the words are grinding my heart to a pulp
y daughter's laugh is the only thing
enveloping from radiation turning me into
the Hulk
a human being smashing himself
to bits in spiraling self destruction?
how common?
how boring?
how long can i hold my fists like i find myself
asleep and snoring
as the world passes me by
blinding speed you have
blinding
i am screaming into a universe of one
this motherfucker will not hear me
these words are broadcast to the future
may read upon this and lament
roll your eyes
laugh at its inherent silliness
dramatic drivel
telling jokes in the middle of a conversation
waiting for a stupid punchline
laughing at my own jokes
the look of disdain
the ringing of a register
drinking myself into an oblivion where i know
i gave up
i made excuses
i got weak
and no matter what i tell myself
to convince myself
i disappointed my father

and it will never its peace

I seek the samba sequence go thru the wind
A lone flamingo wanders into a mountain of Zen
It takes me up
My heart alive
Dreamer paint the canvas
Human kind

I dream the day daring to open my hands
My fingers point to the mysteries of African lands
I'm opening
I want a sign
Dreamer give me power
To know what's right

It's been calling since i swayed into
the arms of your beat
the calling of the spirit
to the soul by the heat
of the passion of the old stained, rickety grime
guitars split the universe, all space and time
left you there, tongue lash salt of the ground
i'm fully realized in the arms of your sound
give me all, or give me, nothing to breathe
i wouldn't want to, without, some reprieve
the ill of reality, it rotates my guts
see you there, a sunset, of golden huts
so take me back, i'd gladly go,
back to the beginnings of my spiritual home

Hybrid High Yield
the city's growing
and i'm evolving

Hybrid High Yield
the city's tendrils
are covering up my body now

the stress is stressing
as a buzz is buzzing
my ears only hear a modern gloom
its fog is floating

will you let the doom go dominate
or let a cynics crying fits try substantiate
we each are alone right now