Saturday, July 12, 2008

Analyze This

Oh please mister can you fix me?
Anyone come and save me
Doctor doctor can you help me?
Someone climb up and reach me
Lay me down to rest and sing to me
Hello I love you
I threw out the trash to try and get through to you
Somethings are better left untouched
Where the hell have the walls gone
Pretty baby come play with me
I wonder how far down it goes
The pages turn pressure
Swallowing the conspiracy 
Down these go
Walking the stage of fame
Cut it out because here we go again
He can't succeed 
We learned to ride this bike
Beneath the land of Oz 
I'll just wait in bed until she comes home.

Amelia

Ripples in the pine tree crawl out to the edge and waddle off the cliff into the blue never ending escape of a world. 
Sweet dust bubbles to the air letting their whispers become cries. 
Oh what a world manipulates the forms of their friends. 
The sunshine reflects the droplets turning from watery nothingness to starry black and blue nights. 
Clouds bringing the stars down for a camping trip on top of the ocean blue yonder replacing the bubbly dust with tiny little planets sparkling at the bottom of the sea. 
Viewing this ocean at night while the sun rises you steal those tents and replace those camp fires with your eyes. 
You are the starry ocean scene. The mermaid that gallops through the foggy ocean floor, twisting in between the coral and rocks. 
Alluring.
 This fantasy land that you are owning is become more and more inviting. 

Friday, July 11, 2008

Hungry For

I'll try and make this perfectly clear
I'm so uneven I balance out your heart 
I'll ascend over head with the silence of orioles 
Let it sprout and develop throughout
Are you peeking in whenever it might happen
Amore is my fancy kept within
Past, present, and future tense
Left to the north of the broken glass
Lost to the children of humanity
Bruises constructed upon the foot traffic 
The railroads to success misread the tracks
Night lights warm the arms of the isolated
Reduce the rowing rose ruins
Monumental movement mischievously misleading
Awoken to a sliding vague vision
Compliments of the dead end pharmacy 
Trademarks and copyrights to the catastrophic 
Impulse checks out to the south right
Giving the glory days back to the restless.

Cache Lost

Unjustified blaze of corruption scattered across their faces

Hundreds of legs combined into forms of couples 

Shouting the words of the songs unknown by parents

The optical lens fox holes for the pretty shiny things

Darting through the rooms unfamiliar

Unconscious or purely just abnormal behavior

The best acquaintance of the night billowing the stepping stones

Speaking the muttering giddiness in dissatisfaction

Fire-y paper sticks smoldering in the fleshy shaped skin 

Whispering tunes that can never be loud enough

Conversations turning to bawlations odd

Similarities and commonness only because of the bottle you drink from

The dark gets darker and the confusion hits the streets 

The street bends to a stop and thats that_ the end of the mishap...

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

More than enough years

The flip side of the honey comb bee hive goes AWOL 
While the thoughts slide up the spine to hide behind the retina 
Glide to combustion through uninhabited territory
These silent destroying harmonies give the remedy of absence 
Glowing gifts of abundance flowing 
Though not tangible giving off the essence of life 
Crippled skeletons play patty cake on the knees of the men
Shaking the hands of the lawyers and money makers
Humming the tune of saving grace
Hope
Benefits held on the behalf of the murders 
Cash prizes given away to the blinded people
Honest liars and petty thieves let loose like a pack of wolves
Words that tangle themselves in your teeth and left in the cracks
Is anybody there
Their craft only multiplies
Abandon ship.