Best quess out of 100

It will ask you why you walked away.
And you'll say something to spare the truth, and it's feelings.
Thank you sssssooooooo much.
Without you it still breaths, but more labored.
I hope this was not in vain,
but don't we all.
Grusome task this becomes,
untangling what we've become intangled.
Once the hacking starts,
the blood will not stop,
until it's gone, along with memory.

F R O M T H I S A N G L E

words

word
world
wonder
wander
wow
mom
moment
monumental
monstrosity
the sum of all = infinity
the sum of none = infinity
we are all
michael jackson
it's in the mind......if you still have one........I pray you lost it.

Hit it with a hammer

Fade out, you. you mysterious phantom, fade out.
Slither up the mountain to reclaim your kingdom.
your broken people wait, in anticipation.
Film, clear surrounds this moment.
It is present, fully.
Sped out through the jungle to get a message.
After it was received, we all fell off of our precious high tower,
Never to be heard from again..........but i knew from the beginning.

Movement

Tomorrow I will be born,
falling from the sky faster than a speeding bullet.
unaware.
propelled by a force greater than the some of the imaginations.
innocent.
in one direction........down,
tainted.
until in a split second,
confused.
nay less than a split second,
hopeful.
this birth will end.
indifferent.
when down becomes irrelevant,
tomorrow I will be born..............

Tragic Flight

Sept. 4, 1961. Chicago Airport. My plane leaves at 2:20pm. My life ends today........Yes, that's right Herb Albert.......No...but I do get that all the time. My flight will land in Madrid, Spain in aprox. 10 hours. God I miss them already, if they only knew.....it's better this way, better that they don't know. Her voice is getting more distant now not as loud as it used to be. Still, I don't think I'll ever be well again. Don't listen to people that say, "At least I have my health", that's not the half of it. Tomorrow I'll try to forget about Dan Sawyer, his wife, his kids, his mistakes......I love airports, there's something about them, the people different races, cultures, creeds........priests, monks, thieves.........murders, all coming to this place...crazy! Got 20 min till my plane leaves, finish my Jack on the rocks, quick bathroom break, and I'm sitting in coach. Excuse me miss could I get a Jack and Coke.........Thanks. Bottoms up, to the loneliest flight of my life.

Sea weed

Nobody's hurting.
Everyone's to busy, and stoned.
The insect licked it's lips on the last drop of our blood.
Running, running trying to catch up.
Where did it go?
Am I bleeding?
I didn't feel a thing.
Almost there,
and if I was why would I go on?
Dark night is familiar.
It brings no dreams.
It hunts.
Day after day,
it patiently waits.
To swallow it's prey in the abyss of never ending sleep.

Crack in the window

Changed the sheets and wiped down the bathroom. Make sure no ones the wiser. Tell my wife and kids I love them dearly and I'm off. This drive north is long, bearable if it's just yourself taking the trip. Stopped for gas in a small town next to a lake. The smell of the water reminds me when times were simpler, when life was.......I hear her voice again. I tell myself it's the wind, but I know it's her. This coffee taste like shit. I chuckle, it's what a bastard like me deserves, burnt coffee. After taking a pebble out of my shoe, I'm back on the road, windows down, and a pit in my stomach. Wonder if it's the coffee? I doubt it.

self annihilation

uncomfortable arrangement, this world.
stop breathing.
lose your mind.
vomit.
slit your throat.
forget.....what.....you get-for nothing.
slip beyond the seen.
dwell between borders.
the walls speak, as do the closets.
i fear you, adam
i crumble in sadness for you eve.
my family is dead.
i am all there is,
i am dying.

How would I know?

I came down the stairs with no light other than that of the moon, stars and other celestial bodies pouring through my window, telling me where to go and where to put my minds eye. At the bottom of the winding staircase I saw a shape in the shadows, as the wind from the open window fondled every piece of fabric, every hair on my arm and neck, comforting me before the tragedy struck. She was there.......waiting.

Thank you for your patience

Your call is very important to us, we are currently assisting other customers but if you will continue to hold one of our relationship managers will be with you momentarily. Once the child. Once innocent. Once free. Once the victim. Once the loved. Once the lover. Once the son. Once the daughter. Once. Once became past, and pure became impure. Ignorance was forgiven, wisdom now condemns. How things change for the worse. Tonight's air is heavy.
-the cynic

send a message that sequences your smiles to the rain

Squeeze a sneeze, for once it came without coersion. Figure dressed in yesterday told me that today would drift off coarse and return one day with an outlook that could save the world. It's about 8 o'clock somewhere and 6 here, and still no sign of a hopefull recovery. Bouncing off the walls, building a city with whimpers and tears. Vicious bicycles ride around town untill the moon comes to drive them away. Steer clear of this ice burge, language limps and stutters along with my lips. But I'm still waiting for you, waiting for the devotion that will crumble this shell. Change the print, put it in symbols that will outlast me and you and our nonexsistence. I had it. I lost it. It found me again, and I ran.

who are you?

who are you? what are you hearing? not audiably, but inaudiably. That's right, in your plastic mind of yours. The one created by us. why are you so consumed with questions? What answer will satisfy? Is that not what your after? An answer? Maybe it's not everything. Maybe your questions have a different purpose. An outlet for frustration, frustration from reality just outside your grasp. You can see it....you think (if you really think?), but you can't control it, you can't will it in one direction or another. And even if you could, will it, this way or that, you would be unsatified. Why? because you are incomplete. How? In what way? How do you know? what is complete? we can only compare our persieved reality to our fictional reality, and even then things get lost in translation. What are we doing then? Breathing. Thinking. Rightly. Wrongly. Our world is of our own creation, we fuckeding it up. Alone. Blank. Can I just live? That's it just be? But what does "being" imply? What is required of meyouthem? If it all doesn't matter why try? If it does, why? but see there you are back to your questions again, scaredy cat.

south of sound

tresspass carefully. this one will leave you numb, after it tells you the secrets of the gorillaz. Some bouncing minutes scanning the perrifial purified water. sneezes remind you of your dreams because the whole world is cencored. It's blinded, or should I say WE are blinded. Sorry about that the light gets mitty bright in the summer, oh yeah but me never felt so good, in south of the border. keep it up keep it up on the table. drop stop down this one time till you will soon be gone so many million suns die. when hahaa this circus show is so unbearable, chase the staircase down the ladder as your world goes blue no periods in this piece please, spelling errors plentifull in this place woops don't trip over the rhythms. This is crazly ya know step to the rainy outside and let it whisper tomorrows fear. hark fair gentleman doth thou know knowest thy end? Nay sir. then it shall be written in the book, your end started now and ended now to start again in the end . that is the way we are transpiring in a crucial way down get down get dowl boo boo I'll give you a thought. shhhh shhhh be quiet the end is here.

see through the tamed thought to the other side

summer, I remember. that crisp night's shiver. slam can the man tell him to jump off your long walk trying to forget where it all went. trainging for all eternity to weather this lonliness, spin backwards back to when you ran faster than the sun. must pick up this conversation after I get off this train, this merry go's faster then my delight at the thought of a moonbeam being caught especially by this run away sentence. toot toot toot.

ol' drippy beats with seats that sit peeps

high note not nice sit down it your seat. You've been naughty hurting ears with your harendise ringing. I've heard it all before but now I can't hear anything. thank you dear deafing frequency. you've cured my dispise with idle eyes. Replaced it with eyes that hoped to confure with it's partner ear.....what I can't........nevermind you just look before you say........nothing goes it and stays it doesn't until it's time have come round back and givin the time synced rainbow. nuthin but you're imagination feble human contact gives death. breathe till you drown. inwards leads to blank slate clean away from things that seem important. cuz what's life without anyone to anknowledge your aLIfE. stand backwards knowing you can do no better.

can't stop thinkin about tomorrow, and today still sucks

come one come all your all invited to a special dining event hosted for all who know nothing or at least somthing about nothing (god knows it's hard enough to find someone like that around this blue sphere). step out two inches to the right of the left and twenty inches right of your sense of identity. ok there right there........stop look around........what do you see? do you see a crazy wooden, square, yellow and brown space floating in the breeze with a grin that would send a sinfull snere through the priest's mind? yeah I know. That's forty-seven inches from where your suposed to be at least if you want to get a good view of the right side of yesterday. Don't worry that's why I'm here to send you on a more constructive rought. NOw go to yes and tell it to move up and down to the rhythm of the night. Oh yeah the rhythm of the night. corona is the best on a lite stomache.

can I really be serious about none

I'm am and I will, as soon as you leave and with that drum slid under your coat. yeah I saw it and it's staying here you thieving derilect! redirect this phrase to be something more happy somthing more along the lines of, relaxationa and no responsiblity, hmmmm seems nice if only it weren't so out of sync with reality. stand on the white lines of the road and click your heels three times saying a "hail mary". Full of grace if I weren't so full of space and emptieness, but it gets my clothes dry and that's all that matters in this crazy fucked up world. I thought about what it was to BE, but then I got sidetracked and thought about what it would be like to not BE. and then I went to the fridge to get an ice cream treat, but I'm still here.......me and all the vagueness of glory and wonder, left to ponder sound.

I'm almost down to my last bottom

cleave and then leave. without a care and my worry I lost in the last city. twas a pitty, i was lookin for a spare coin and then out came my worry, fell to the ground and got carried away by the wind. Off to a nother town where someone will find it, admire and then move on because he's got stuff to buy. But what do I care, I only see two feet in front of me. but it's done me not much good in this short stint as a middle ageing lout, wondering where the fuck has my life gone? didn't I just set it down over there, so I could go get some green leaves? then by the time I thought about coming back it was already decomposing and sinking into the earth without a care, and definatlly without a sense of ownership of itself. what do I have but thinking about what I have or don't? kroeppppppsee lsieli prerej lkjdo la;op;we a;kjdol ekjlaefh alkjke jhwoeiehkcnjg lkjfwoiw me be tired and going nowhere don't stare or your eyese willl glare till you taste earth.