Smile!

And it is. Is to be what “and” had so implied and locked confined. Some improper beginning to convey meaning left alone speaks so vague. And the struggle goes. Its wiggle pushes the bone like control prevents the fall. It’s essential this tug and pull. Our chase depends and succeeds only from the risk. To bust a knee. Gravity will shift and you will move with. And where will it stand? My hat is off to the band. May they rest in the icy sand. We’ll soon wallow in its wake but of a modern take.

Operation Suburbia / Feral Subjects

On down there is a window
Peering light out to street
Bend your eyes, fall, fear, and creep
Look in and stand forefront
Suburban home of freak
Like dead autumn leaves twirling down in the dirt
The page ripped out
Unknown the breed alone runs complete
Watch them turn
See them dance
The blood runs thick
Ticks on fabricating chance
They all see
They laugh and take a knee
Put your ear against the shutter
Bittersweet tranquilities so sporadically muttered
The three split ways but all remained the same
Almost as if, the persons split from the cell of self
Each danced in rain
Each drown to this very day

Tony Liked Quiet

Tony slipped away
He spilled out on to the floor
The walls closed in on the way up the stairs
Feathers flew
Lights flashing red, blue
Tony had enough and she finally knew

Holes in the walls from the fists of the gun
Sheets hung in the window
Trash littered the corner
Plants withered
The TV broke in and out as static choked the stale air

Tony walked away
With every step upward, his eyes grew heavier
The walls began to buzz to the bass
Thump, thump
And gravity flipped the switch
Such a romantic
While his little sister screamed and threw the past up against the wall
He pushed his drawers aside
And as she leaned forward with hair suspended and eyes wild
Tony blew out his final argument, and slipped away through the cracks of the shattered home

Enjoy Your Life

This is a old one. It's a pretty fucking hard thing to live by

Forgive yourself for the decisions you regret. Forget the worries of today. Slow your pounding heart to the rhythm of pure existence. Breathe in the air of today and feel the direction of tomorrow blow across your face. Look up and travel the vast skies without leaving your seat. Imagine the very space you are filling close in on you like a blanket of comfort. Imagine yourself sitting in that space consumed by subtle feelings of bliss. Understanding yourself to be of your own design. Letting go of all objects and problems that will not last in this world. Knowing you will be alright and you are not alone. Feeling extraordinary happiness and willing to respond to any action with sympathy and a smile. You are an amazing being with the natural ability to create. Create endless possibilities. Enjoy your life.

Morning Poetry

Hand in hand
It speaks
None come around
Place ambition
One's submission
Where will the wind go
When will we take the blow
a man behind the shadows spoke
"At the time you least expect it"
"The process my son"
"You must respect it"
Grounds to feet
Trickle something sweet
To the top of my head
To break it free
And with that light they will scream
Laughter from cold air
Out of every corner
Beware
It follows
It lays deep
No worries
It will stay discrete
Only you will hear the voices
Calling you out
For a murderous meet
Decide what you will
I'll be in the back
Waiting for the kill

nathan?

Where did he go? Where are you now? Lost in time? As a pin point of my linear past? Point to point to nothing more. Here I am. I don't know me. I know him. I am a stranger. Where did I come from? I don't know but here I am, here I am. And he, lost in nature.

Lonley Bordom (Pacing)

I turn on the light as I leave the room
To stand in the door
Looking into another
And thought.... nothing