September 14, 2013

Proud, arrogant angels

Parade on Earth

But bloodied curious sinners

Inherit the Universe

September 2, 2013

The following is a collection of thoughts written down after a few hours of entheogenic fun.

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(Outer Space Mountain Range sketched above)

I think I lived here long ago.

My hands find some numbness to write when I think about the old.

Where I threw greens and peaches and reds, I found some kind of growth.

Why worry about connotation when there is no meaning at all.

It’s a trip. It’s beautiful, but I have to go back. A trip doesn’t last forever.

Somehow EVERYTHING rhymes, and it’s fucking beautiful.

I find some consolation for all their wrongs just to find some peace of my own.

SAIL.

(Sketched picture of sailor commanding a ship across the sea at night)

We are sitting around a common stone, only hailed with different flags.

Something about buffaloes, I don’t know.

There is a glass pavilion of stars above my head. I see each one.

Your eyes must burn for your lies. I must be guilty, too.

I need deeper nourishment.

I’m on the mountain path that comes before death. We all walk together.

Your body is to me as the clouds are to the sky.

I wonder what knowledge can truly do to us.

Cities die.

August 31, 2013

We exist relatively in a world of change

Preference and guilt have no place

I sit in a solitary space

As the world, relatively, will change

Here we are born to manipulate

Opinion and fact are the same

Hoist high our flags when we say

Here we will manipulate

We claim that love is fate

Yet dismantle that love in a day

We don’t know why we lie or obey

Only death is truly our fate

August 20, 2013

Hollow chapel of empty souls

Filled with must, old men so young

Like graves below ground, ornamented above

You wreak of foul flesh, but are never exposed

August 18, 2013

“House keepin’!”

Old black woman

Chattanooga Choo Choo

She changes out my linens

Pleasant smile when she talks

No bother at all

A couple knocks on the door

And quietly moves on

August 13, 2013

Inhale death

Breathe suffocation

Die living at the edge of sleep

Allow wounds to heal

And then weep

Rage against my body

Crushed beneath

Break my mind into a million pieces

Gather the lost

And feed them lies

What have you done to me?

Educate

Looming streets of opportunity

Veins built with the food

Of immortality

Starving

Guide me, God,

Or leave me be

Drowned in love

Unrequited insanity 

July 28, 2013

Your corners are mapped with wear and fray

Small latch on your belly broken from play

Twelve dollars on the shelf

But I only paid eight

A treasure grown old

God knows where you’ve stayed