Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Tunnel Arcadia

I told her tombs are never fit for twos
But ones beside each other may appease
And destiny is just a bad excuse
For unambitious minds to die at ease

My body's worn by every fractal coat
Of friction that comprises most desire
Yet only when I stand confined by moats
Does frailty build a fear of feeling fire

So now make me a promise here tonight
That death bares some resemblance to a flare
Where I can chase a fleeting vagrant light
Until I reach the mercy of the air

The truth is I am kin to tyranny
As pris'ners of divinity must be

Falls Apart

With whiskey I get lost in loneliness
and terrorized by all I've ever loved.
With whiskey I see all I can't possess
beneath a carnal, drunken, summer flood.

The emptiness of bottles calms me down
as my reflection holds a shallow view.
It's in these moments that my fears are drowned
except for all my darkest thoughts of you.

"Of you" would seem to make more sense "Of me",
since all I ever did was break your skin
and disappear behind a wall to see
you curse the likes of me in other men.

Take what you like; hate what you wish, but try
to never settle for another lie

One Forever, Two Forever

Among her favorite things I stand alone;
A wicked piece of past she wished to part.
Unfortunately I am in her bones.
Unfortunately she is in my heart.

Among my greatest flaws, I never sleep
But when I do I always seem to talk.
Unfortunately nothing ever keeps.
Unfortunately words would help her walk.

Among our fears so few we see ourselves
Divided by the tragedy of us.
Unfortunately love becomes our hells.
Unfortunately fates like ours are just.

Yet even through the darkest ruined hearts
We shine enough to never be apart


The world is in the corner of a room
Where light tiptoes around with such a fear
That reverence will desecrate the bloom
Of tyranny- the reign's infernal tears

Our freedom is a god in which we trust
Our enemies are devils to our faith
Our faith is a command sent down to us
By men we only hear like heavy wraiths

So soon we'll see a planetary war
Economies will fall beneath the niche
As money burns, the last thing for the poor
To eat will be the filthy fucking rich

And as it is I know I'll eat my portion
To celebrate the earth's greatest abortion

The Root Cafe: Welcome

Welcome to the premier spot
For poets to circle jerk.
The walls are coated in cum stains
The microphone is sticky
The food is all organic shit
Pretty good coffee though
Most of the "artists" read
The same terrible lines
Every Friday night
Disrespecting language
And pissing on the graves
Of Bukowski and Dickinson
Skull fucking Shakespeare
And shitting in the ears
Of everyone who came to hear poetry.

Renegade I

I never want to hear
the voice of my generation
and I never want to be
a voice for anyone.
I don't want to be infected
by a spread of enlightenment
from those who can't even spell it
let alone follow their own words.
I don't want to be taught
by someone who never learned
or loved by someone who never could.
I don't want to be helped
by anyone "better off"
and even though I may never win,
I will never be lost.

Way of the Wallow

I breathe within a sad hour
where I have forgotten how to die;
I'm no longer addicted.
I've become the drug
That everyone is afraid to try
But alone I'm fine
And all for myself.
I'm two hundred fucks away
From giving just one
And little do I care
While others care for me.
Pour me more,
See doors we ignore
And pick apart bridges over years
Instead of burning them down

Love and Other Impossibilities V

She told me
girls who act like sluts
do it to hide their personalities
and the ones who flaunt
their personalities
are just hiding their sex drive
on a nightly dirt road.
I arose, aroused with questions
and asked which she was.
She said she was both;
a ménage et tois
of truth and balance.

The Cougar

Sixteen on a fling
with a mean Bud Light queen
who seemed supreme
compared to anything I'd seen
and she had me
on demand, free
and even dreams wouldn't believe
the things we achieved.
The steam under sheets,
obscene words and screams,
but being her fling taught me one thing
it left me free from the need to be
We weren't in love we just made it
until everything we hated faded
under blatant blankets and great sex
far beyond the basics; an apex.
Exceeding the expectations
of wasted teenage faces
and late night races,
always a tie.
Always on high
Disguised by a lie about why
so much of my time was spent with her on nights then
divided by pride and non-possessive vibrance
Perhaps the lights that passed by us
instilled such a blindness
that I couldn't finance her lips off my eyelids.
Or maybe we were perfect for each other;
perfect for the purpose
of not feeling worthless and deserted
by making love on the surface
simply because we deserved it.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Convictions of a Love Outlaw

She never offered anything more
than what beats were left in her heart
because they should be enough.
But for every man she offered to,
it wasn't quite enough. Every man
but one who denied her
with a mask of her past to protect her.
Her heart was all he wanted
but he didn't have nearly enough
beats to match her. How could he
take her love knowing he couldn't
give her even a fraction in return.
He knew that type of life intimately
and it was that cauterization
that put him in her eyes.
They both wanted a challenge.
They both wanted to feel
But he loved her so much
that he would never let her feel anything
like what he experienced.
He loved her enough
to stay away but leave pieces
of himself throughout her world
to keep her away
from guys like himself.

Monday, November 12, 2012


I'd face a firing squad
wearing a smile
and every word I ever wrote
because they are creations,
my creations,
my arrangement of ideas;
a silhouette of truth.
And though paper is fragile
blood can erase ink,
and death can destroy
the memories of a man,
ideas will always remain

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Midwest Voodoo III

Don't misalign with me
Love is the only thing that's keeping me in line
I can't go a minute without a mistake
But I could love you till the end of time
And if waiting is my punishment
I'll do it just prove that I'm fine
Maybe death will always follow me
Maybe love is temporary
And forever was a slip of tongue
I've been stuck on the page of my demise
So please just close your eyes
So you don't have to see anything
That might change how you look at me

Midwest Voodoo II

You'll never know
I forgot how to think; how to breathe
When my thoughts cannot speak
And my heart cannot sleep
But I don't need much air to get by
I'll be my own lord now
And burn every church down
No sorrow
No war though
I'd kill just to love you
Maybe life is for the walking dead
Maybe hell can't handle my heat
I'd try to drown the devil in the sun
I've been drinking my blood
To close my eyes at night
But maybe if I burn them out I'll never have to cry

Midwest Voodoo I

Did you know
I count the tear-strokes across your face
And bite my lip into a pulp
Waiting for you to take your place
And break your name into my throat
How can you run if I don't let go
It never made any sense to me
I just can't tell if this is real
Maybe death is for the lucky few
Maybe I can't handle myself
Just say you love me and my broken tongue

Friday, November 2, 2012

Apocalypse Angel

I stay away from heights
Not because I'm scared to fall
I'm just afraid of never coming down.
Losing love is painful
But never letting go
Hurts so much worse.
So drop me off at 18th and Long
And leave me on my own
And let me go back home
Where I belong
But no, you can't.
You breathe to leave me dead inside
But without my fingers pried
I'll never let go,
I have too much pride
So I'll drink until my liver's sore
And whiskey drips from every pore.
Then I'll smile
Like it never hurt before.
Give me a martyr,
Don't give me a liar.
Scream when I touch you
We're both full of fire.