Pine
---
Ground dwellers
of the
woodland realm
show us
just what we needed to see
so we
could be
I always knew there was something more than
everything that we were taught to believe
we might not know if there is so much more than
everything that we thought we perceived
book sellers
of the
underground
give us
just what we needed to read
so we
could see
we couldn't run too much more
can't see the sun through the storm
Amethyst Teeth
---
I can't help but wonder
what could have been
if what you heard was true
a different direction
our lives they would spin
if what you heard wasn't what wasn't true
“if only, if only”, stop saying that to you!
I want you to realize
what it was you never had before
it's time for you to understand
the feeling is made by the way you choose to view the things that you choose to do
once more for the old times
then time to let it go
it's time for it to explode
i'd run if I were you now
no holding back
don't forget to pack
“I'm lonely, please phone me,” look forward as you look back!
How you gonna get away from you?
We go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Wagonin'
---
Rollin' along again
away from all the places I once knew
drifting out down by the boundaries
of the grey green greasy blue
no one wonders where we've gone
till they've gone away too
when will the people see the people?
See? The people don't see
that what we want was what was once meant to be
rollin' along again
heart thumping like a drummer drumming some
drifting down was where you found me
though I thought no one would come
but no one has a thing to say
until they've found their own way
when inspiration hits
grab onto it before it gets away
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Apotheosis / Blue Barnacles
I plan on putting this to music at some point
---
The time has come for us to rise
and leave behind our disguises
ancient figurines & veterans of wars that have yet to take place
past & future unite time & space
together ascension begins again
condensation collects on ceilings of terrestrial knowledge
and I wonder, “what walls?”
when man decided to stand divided
water begins to fall
and traffic on the waterway stalls
juggernauts of the deep, so full of noble fears
sing haunting songs of sorrow upon deaf ears
struck by centuries of spears
even when we listen it isn't clear
---
The time has come for us to rise
and leave behind our disguises
ancient figurines & veterans of wars that have yet to take place
past & future unite time & space
together ascension begins again
condensation collects on ceilings of terrestrial knowledge
and I wonder, “what walls?”
when man decided to stand divided
water begins to fall
and traffic on the waterway stalls
juggernauts of the deep, so full of noble fears
sing haunting songs of sorrow upon deaf ears
struck by centuries of spears
even when we listen it isn't clear
Monday, April 9, 2012
Deluxe days
The following is a collection of...words...that I wrote down in my order-taking notepad in between waiting tables last summer. For the most part it's all incredibly vague and mostly kinda weird but some of it is pretty tight. I think overall it captures pretty well where I was on my journey through life. I don't know why I never typed it all up before, but here it is now, in no particular order (because I have no idea in what order I actually wrote all this):
1
Amateur hour again finds us
face to face with the most daunting of foes
haunting from toes to head we dread
they don't bleed red
sonambulist ties to the streets
where they lie deep down
inside an exuberant ride
particles collide
release the energy inside
radiate the sound of time
splitting the seams
when was I there?
Descending rays
transcending days
2
can't fight the heat of summer
year after year
a seasonal swing impatiently brings
another wave of tears
if the storm doesn't make you spill your drink
it'll at least make you think
of what you may or may not have done
to deserve the unnerving
the quadrangular feat
is a bummer so sweet
as feet chatter and I get madder
what do they know that we seem to have forgotten?
A pinnacle of placement perturbed by potential disgrace
believe, then you'll see
if you think it's the other way
your itch may never be scratched
though it may burn with an unending yearning
for the truth to which you will remain
blind
circumstance may never tip the scale
3
what makes a legend?
An index of intrinsic truth
to be told as time unfolds
corrosive
did we just make it happen
or would it have gone down the same regardless of choice?
Unlikely.
How quickly we forget yesterday.
The flavor of humility fades fast.
Repetition reiterates,
yet still we cyclically repeat our disastrous feats,
not mastering the page before its been turned by
an unseen hand from deep within the land
urging us in stores to be forging an alliance so grand
soon the loop will be tied and buried in sand
so we'd better let go before its only our hands
still grasping to grab whats left of the land
because the future is in the air
so lets learn to fly before everyone dies alone
together we'll rise and explore the skies
because nobody makes it alone
4
I want to show you what I found
but you're not around
“what?” you say,
“where are you?”
“now that you mention it, I'm not so sure”
“your feet aren't on the ground!”
“yes, you see, I found my crown,
it's way up high”
I don't know how to say what I feel
without coming off full of myself,
but really I'm more full of everyone else
words cannot express what I have seen
language lacks the capacity
eyes so dry still sense the pious lie
so casually immersed in causation
the nose know a new tenacity, true
the smells of the tell-tale trail
but ears can't hear beyond their years
until your fears are silenced still
5
never wanted to bleed so bad before
I just want to see my colors on the floor
so cut me please!
and maybe I'll remember why I'm here
6
the time lines are down
paralyzed by unsubstantiated potential
probabilistic turns
stomach churns
bottle after bottle of restlessness
percolating resentment
garbage day draws near
as previously unidentified fear
manifests
7
once upon a dime
Dr. Bitch scribbled a line
dribbling rhymes
squealing tires by spontaneous fires
calling liars frantically
while the squire's antics
lead to longitudinal links
with meat cooked pink
clogging the sink drain,
I think mainly upon something bigger
until the trigger is squeezed
and I'm on my knees
with a retroactive breeze
causing brain freeze
as the rain and trees glisten
why won't you listen
I'm on a mission to tell
of imminent hell
for those whose cares are closed to those
beside on the ride
soon to be tried
inside
8
like a bump on a log
where sits a frog
on a grey-green day
with nothing mean to say
dozens of greys on an unwelcome stay
the breeze she blows
uneasily knowing
just what has been growing
unnoticed by most
from coast to coast
but mostly perceived as a powerful host - ghostly boasting of remotely coasting sheep in feverish sleep soon to be realized once idealized by the real guys under a guise of thunder wise pen at the time of the end of the rhyme we pretend
9
standing on the opposite end of a year
turning hindsight forward
conversing with the universal mind I find
four words skidding to a stop,
“I'm on the top”
don't believe what you heard till you see
if you don't know don't just take it from me
pulsating waves shaking the graves
from basements to bedsides
the turbulence staves off the neighbors
as they continue to feign an ignorant brain
while May birds sing in showers of rain
uncontained
10
today brings a new ability
a gift of vision and tranquility
I see where once I slipped
and now must tighten my grip
but not on the pen,
which is sharped than a sword,
but in pools of energy prone to boredom
seeing that more of them certainly will come
freeing the cattle
drinking the milk sometimes with chocolate
finding a way to make the shock fit
acting out another mock skit
almost out of chalk, shit
11
oblivious to their own self-prescribed ignorant state
they refuse to clear the slate
unable to open the gate
or even see it!
the only requisite is ears with reverent fear
to hear the codes, broadcast since the days of old,
to escape the cold,
or at least acknowledge the existence of some place better
12
shake & bake yet barely waking
though the quake breaks the fakes
raking balloons in partial platoons
like gangly goons bashing buffoons
notorious sharks
constructing an architectural mark
set to darken the light
though frightening,
grabbing the lightning burns most of the fingers,
but the sensation lingers
while singing brings alternate things
& thoughts while Missouri rots
blotting the moon
13
preconditioning let one slip
all systems on standby
waiting for whatever we need
sans speed, fly guys dip
14
rambling rosters of renaissance runs right reeling light feeling tight stealing guns running fast fighting past figures lastly after mapping out the second chapter napping through the ghastly aftermath clouding a clearer path shrouding the nearer bath wandering out of bounds climbing some higher mountains flyer than a fancy fountain of decadent delight...damn right
15
is this everything you wanted?
is this the life of your childhood dreams?
is this everything you wanted?
is it anything as great as it seems?
Contributing fortunate bad luck finds you on the town every night
distribution of fluff with no substance
around your surroundings
but never a thought of “why?”
or “what else could be?”
so this is everything you wanted
passing time but not to see what it means
its a shame this life is haunted
when will you see how all the emptiness gleans
16
just one sip of the doorman's methodic trepidation
imposed a whole new scope
seeing from the line that divides the being from the nothingness outside
as the only entity entangled opposite the void
I found an urge to multiply and divide
triangulating colors just to share
with diligent care
17
sounds like war off in the distance
getting nearer as we speak
skies of fire rising higher
the town's already a battleground
maybe soon you'll see it
if you don't want to fight
you're already dead in the night
the war, she is my mistress
we fight side by side
one way or another, you're in for a ride
so wake up! find your head!
get out of bed!
there's no more time to decide
18
this isn't small talk
its not meant for here
for if these words were to fall on deaf ears
the most potent notions necessitate oceans
explanations employed to see implications destroyed
but if nobody asks the answers will cease
so until then lets try to make it increase
its unclear how much land was left on the lease
19
like a dog with no tail set to find its own way
finding new trails throughout the day
meandering mostly while pandering ghostly notes
noticing nothing new (never true)
used excuses weather the weeping lotus
its flowering ceases as heat increases
and main summer squeezes in Portugal please
on knees that are rough from the carpet
you can't play the harp it's probably tough
20
Atlas walked right back to where this life began
in search of some sustainable display
someone said it's okay
disgraceful ways engrained
he shrugged and departed from the quintet,
shorts slightly stained.
As stones throw the way
a gallery of goods
constructed of the finest woods
what once were so tall,
now struck down so small,
with a price tag that says,
“this just isn't for you.”
Atlas grinned and casually hit the road.
21
Am I just seeing what I want to see?
“But I didn't want to see this!”
...now I'm talking to myself.
I suppose it really is up to us to start anew
22
whatever you were looking for
will never be found
because its moment of relevance has passed
its time to set our sights
on new horizons of understanding
23
if I fall from this wall
my efforts will stall
vehicular error translated
as terror triumphantly boasting
of not all but most
of the most troublesome ghosts
remotely tinkering with the exploits of a man
who does what he can
to withstand all the plans
of the perilous minds
that cower behind the turbulent times
just waiting to find
in the dregs of the grime
a most potent slime
24
I'm not here to complain
thats not my style
so you won't hear a thing from me for a while
the distance I need
to increase my speed
won't leave me with a smile
but passionate deeds
from immaculate seeds
spring forth for many a mile
25
why don't my words flow?
artificially stirred
almost too big to be spoken
here I go again already
it's getting more and more difficult to communicate
as I keep poking myself in the head
just in case something different happens
but I speak only of awesomeness too great for those unacquainted
so how to go about...going about?
1
Amateur hour again finds us
face to face with the most daunting of foes
haunting from toes to head we dread
they don't bleed red
sonambulist ties to the streets
where they lie deep down
inside an exuberant ride
particles collide
release the energy inside
radiate the sound of time
splitting the seams
when was I there?
Descending rays
transcending days
2
can't fight the heat of summer
year after year
a seasonal swing impatiently brings
another wave of tears
if the storm doesn't make you spill your drink
it'll at least make you think
of what you may or may not have done
to deserve the unnerving
the quadrangular feat
is a bummer so sweet
as feet chatter and I get madder
what do they know that we seem to have forgotten?
A pinnacle of placement perturbed by potential disgrace
believe, then you'll see
if you think it's the other way
your itch may never be scratched
though it may burn with an unending yearning
for the truth to which you will remain
blind
circumstance may never tip the scale
3
what makes a legend?
An index of intrinsic truth
to be told as time unfolds
corrosive
did we just make it happen
or would it have gone down the same regardless of choice?
Unlikely.
How quickly we forget yesterday.
The flavor of humility fades fast.
Repetition reiterates,
yet still we cyclically repeat our disastrous feats,
not mastering the page before its been turned by
an unseen hand from deep within the land
urging us in stores to be forging an alliance so grand
soon the loop will be tied and buried in sand
so we'd better let go before its only our hands
still grasping to grab whats left of the land
because the future is in the air
so lets learn to fly before everyone dies alone
together we'll rise and explore the skies
because nobody makes it alone
4
I want to show you what I found
but you're not around
“what?” you say,
“where are you?”
“now that you mention it, I'm not so sure”
“your feet aren't on the ground!”
“yes, you see, I found my crown,
it's way up high”
I don't know how to say what I feel
without coming off full of myself,
but really I'm more full of everyone else
words cannot express what I have seen
language lacks the capacity
eyes so dry still sense the pious lie
so casually immersed in causation
the nose know a new tenacity, true
the smells of the tell-tale trail
but ears can't hear beyond their years
until your fears are silenced still
5
never wanted to bleed so bad before
I just want to see my colors on the floor
so cut me please!
and maybe I'll remember why I'm here
6
the time lines are down
paralyzed by unsubstantiated potential
probabilistic turns
stomach churns
bottle after bottle of restlessness
percolating resentment
garbage day draws near
as previously unidentified fear
manifests
7
once upon a dime
Dr. Bitch scribbled a line
dribbling rhymes
squealing tires by spontaneous fires
calling liars frantically
while the squire's antics
lead to longitudinal links
with meat cooked pink
clogging the sink drain,
I think mainly upon something bigger
until the trigger is squeezed
and I'm on my knees
with a retroactive breeze
causing brain freeze
as the rain and trees glisten
why won't you listen
I'm on a mission to tell
of imminent hell
for those whose cares are closed to those
beside on the ride
soon to be tried
inside
8
like a bump on a log
where sits a frog
on a grey-green day
with nothing mean to say
dozens of greys on an unwelcome stay
the breeze she blows
uneasily knowing
just what has been growing
unnoticed by most
from coast to coast
but mostly perceived as a powerful host - ghostly boasting of remotely coasting sheep in feverish sleep soon to be realized once idealized by the real guys under a guise of thunder wise pen at the time of the end of the rhyme we pretend
9
standing on the opposite end of a year
turning hindsight forward
conversing with the universal mind I find
four words skidding to a stop,
“I'm on the top”
don't believe what you heard till you see
if you don't know don't just take it from me
pulsating waves shaking the graves
from basements to bedsides
the turbulence staves off the neighbors
as they continue to feign an ignorant brain
while May birds sing in showers of rain
uncontained
10
today brings a new ability
a gift of vision and tranquility
I see where once I slipped
and now must tighten my grip
but not on the pen,
which is sharped than a sword,
but in pools of energy prone to boredom
seeing that more of them certainly will come
freeing the cattle
drinking the milk sometimes with chocolate
finding a way to make the shock fit
acting out another mock skit
almost out of chalk, shit
11
oblivious to their own self-prescribed ignorant state
they refuse to clear the slate
unable to open the gate
or even see it!
the only requisite is ears with reverent fear
to hear the codes, broadcast since the days of old,
to escape the cold,
or at least acknowledge the existence of some place better
12
shake & bake yet barely waking
though the quake breaks the fakes
raking balloons in partial platoons
like gangly goons bashing buffoons
notorious sharks
constructing an architectural mark
set to darken the light
though frightening,
grabbing the lightning burns most of the fingers,
but the sensation lingers
while singing brings alternate things
& thoughts while Missouri rots
blotting the moon
13
preconditioning let one slip
all systems on standby
waiting for whatever we need
sans speed, fly guys dip
14
rambling rosters of renaissance runs right reeling light feeling tight stealing guns running fast fighting past figures lastly after mapping out the second chapter napping through the ghastly aftermath clouding a clearer path shrouding the nearer bath wandering out of bounds climbing some higher mountains flyer than a fancy fountain of decadent delight...damn right
15
is this everything you wanted?
is this the life of your childhood dreams?
is this everything you wanted?
is it anything as great as it seems?
Contributing fortunate bad luck finds you on the town every night
distribution of fluff with no substance
around your surroundings
but never a thought of “why?”
or “what else could be?”
so this is everything you wanted
passing time but not to see what it means
its a shame this life is haunted
when will you see how all the emptiness gleans
16
just one sip of the doorman's methodic trepidation
imposed a whole new scope
seeing from the line that divides the being from the nothingness outside
as the only entity entangled opposite the void
I found an urge to multiply and divide
triangulating colors just to share
with diligent care
17
sounds like war off in the distance
getting nearer as we speak
skies of fire rising higher
the town's already a battleground
maybe soon you'll see it
if you don't want to fight
you're already dead in the night
the war, she is my mistress
we fight side by side
one way or another, you're in for a ride
so wake up! find your head!
get out of bed!
there's no more time to decide
18
this isn't small talk
its not meant for here
for if these words were to fall on deaf ears
the most potent notions necessitate oceans
explanations employed to see implications destroyed
but if nobody asks the answers will cease
so until then lets try to make it increase
its unclear how much land was left on the lease
19
like a dog with no tail set to find its own way
finding new trails throughout the day
meandering mostly while pandering ghostly notes
noticing nothing new (never true)
used excuses weather the weeping lotus
its flowering ceases as heat increases
and main summer squeezes in Portugal please
on knees that are rough from the carpet
you can't play the harp it's probably tough
20
Atlas walked right back to where this life began
in search of some sustainable display
someone said it's okay
disgraceful ways engrained
he shrugged and departed from the quintet,
shorts slightly stained.
As stones throw the way
a gallery of goods
constructed of the finest woods
what once were so tall,
now struck down so small,
with a price tag that says,
“this just isn't for you.”
Atlas grinned and casually hit the road.
21
Am I just seeing what I want to see?
“But I didn't want to see this!”
...now I'm talking to myself.
I suppose it really is up to us to start anew
22
whatever you were looking for
will never be found
because its moment of relevance has passed
its time to set our sights
on new horizons of understanding
23
if I fall from this wall
my efforts will stall
vehicular error translated
as terror triumphantly boasting
of not all but most
of the most troublesome ghosts
remotely tinkering with the exploits of a man
who does what he can
to withstand all the plans
of the perilous minds
that cower behind the turbulent times
just waiting to find
in the dregs of the grime
a most potent slime
24
I'm not here to complain
thats not my style
so you won't hear a thing from me for a while
the distance I need
to increase my speed
won't leave me with a smile
but passionate deeds
from immaculate seeds
spring forth for many a mile
25
why don't my words flow?
artificially stirred
almost too big to be spoken
here I go again already
it's getting more and more difficult to communicate
as I keep poking myself in the head
just in case something different happens
but I speak only of awesomeness too great for those unacquainted
so how to go about...going about?
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