Brown Bear Fur...

...as hair crest upon a skull
of flesh, blood, circuitry and sweat.
From regions near we pulsate our
existence; sensation liquidating luminescence
emitting reality as response; imagination
covering the corners of despair, seeking exits
from an inescapable hive. Disperse appeal
upon ambition, towards disdain embrace stone
eyes. Without efface, we collect exemption,
from solitude shaded upon sanctity. Alone we
last, within seclusion; no luxuries of
simplicity. Such that to eat, to bathe, to
sleep, to wake, to work, to read and write
of our own ambition is stolen away by
procedures and timetables, dictum of a system
out of touch with its sinners. Thus, 'hope' of potential
decays by day, lasting till the lady waves her staked
gravel of justice, gory grins behind gray vise letting
up only when the bar is passed and the pages are
stained with ink.

On the White Man:

In a pessimistic modern world, where my heart begins to stray
In dreams of selfless entities and hopeless melodies
there exists a fruitless shadow of man leading all others on;
into a cataclysm of self-absorptions and efficient exploits
[which most chose to ignore by way of assimilation]
By him we construct the ladder of social stature
Envy his progress, eye his possessions and die for what is his
Inside you want to watch him bleed,
yet you document and praise his every move

Stationary Motions:

…and still time goes by
frozen in our steps we stand
distanced from the present
arriving to where we began.

…and still age takes its toll
isolated from the past, aging
arriving to the future
still never leaving our past.

…so still here we are
caught in the ceaseless rhyme
taking time to rethink the days
where we spent time reflecting what would be now
[let the right eye wander]

[title pending]

Throughout this life, there is you and me
Everything else was built to deceive
Heaven was built for you and I, a seed of dreams realized
Not a place to go in death, rather the bliss we sense here
And so, we glide through life, unknowingly
In anticipation of our kingdom in the thereafter
These bodies contain the essence of what it means to be free
It’s these eyes that keep us from release
in the meantime we’ll share this eternal nowhere
a time, a place for you and I to share

Ode to Lovers Gone

In clouded skies there are no stars
With wounded wings birds cannot fly
On tangled webs spiders catch no feast
So how can I exist without you?

Throw the planets out of line
Regret nothing but I leave what is mine
Now time abandons us with nothing left but this
Can I wonder whose drink should I sip?

I want to interrogate the stars
Steal their eternal secrets
Make a mockery of their endurance
So that we too could last forever

[The more I crack apart the less I bleed, for you
And so I wait my whole life time no longer, for you
I feel no resent, I feel relieved, of you
So now I have my whole life time, without you]

Caught within Non Existant Days

two tickets to nowhere
returning first-class
existence last a moment
how we long to draw out our lives
do you ever worry
that these are nonexistent days
life frozen between two pages
as a hero’s is, lost within a novel
so dear, I beg you
please take me out of this cruel reality
hold me and recuperate my faith in life

A Summary of War

One nation’s greed seeks to exploit another’s weakness
Resources are stolen and innocence is lost
The strong do what they can
The weak suffer what they must
Drastic actions lead to drastic revolution.
Such is the song written of love

The Ignorant in Bliss

I might have been a dropout in love with a girl named margarita
Thinking no world existed outside Mexican mountain ranges
Without you ever passing through my sight
Or ever holding you close for a night
I could have been happy then

I might have never found my way to the Great Lakes Lowland
An excursion planned out so finely by Fate
To end up living so close
Allowing our roads to converge

We may have gone through other courses
With our destinies never crossing
I could have been happy then

Of a sexy girl I know

She was restless, left me breathless
Had the sweetest laugh I’d ever hear
Did you see those thighs, those crippling eyes?
A model of divine proportions
I’d die for a night, plead for a flight
Between those legs of grace
If I should rest eternally
Let that place be as sweet as the vales between her breasts
But who could die with her in mind
You see, I’ll admit, she had me turning in delight.

Golden Man

time goes by, yes time ticks by, at speeds approaching the infinite
here we wait, sit, watch and contemplate as space-time marches on
one by one man strides along the edge of existence, believing himself golden
the babble of an ignorant child reverberates at the same pulse of an arrogant man
it seems like days are rarely ever the same, yet there’s no deviation in our nature
so on we stride 2 by 2 off the edge of existence.

Courtship

approaching tenderness we rarely invite
she comes with good intent, seeking to please with a smile
misconceptions precedes true intention
and so i tried to use another path
goals misplaced, paths retraced
yet there’s still no way around
so who dares to push the boarders of self
when rejection becomes the thickest wall
push through just a little, feel just a little
go on, let it hurt just a little

Offspring Takeover

we’re going nowhere fast cause we’re living off the land with the animals we caught
yeah, but it’s not our fault.
[taken from our pride, we’re being left behind
left in apathetic mourning, we've lost too much to our own cause]
the memories will fade & eventually we’ll be replaced
by the twisted youth whom we died to produce
now how is that okay?
So where will you go when the earth has grown old and the sun has gone cold?
Now our time is wasting fast, we’re only an instance in the past
Yeah, whether we continue to turn or dry up and burn is of no concern

On the Author:

in a moment of illusion the scene transforms from blue to white
a stream of mental constipation overcoming the rambling scribe
where once lay fountains of verbal wealth
now remain only ruins of incoherent phrases
to roam and wander amongst the cosmic dust of a dying universe;
to seek out the unaccounted for landscape of our existence
that is the reasoning of those who struggle against time
so we might write against it, in hopes that it may not forget us
communicating to those who have yet to strive for survival
may they revive our loneliness through the tired lines upon
worn pages in a book that was never meant to last