Revival

Too dynamic for attainment
A fortress with a crack
that led the warriors in
and now the floods have come
to wash away the carnage
but it was through this destruction of all things
built so wrong
that the clear fields
are now fertile ground
for the proper
seeds to be sown
and nurtured by me
and me alone

Native Lands

Somewhere in time
these native lands
became foreign
and displacement
became my home
Let the air flow-
it's all the same
The water merges
Fluid- yet we
impose distinctions
Melt into
the oneness
Console yourself, we are all light
Mist drenched mountains
are a constant
Mourning will subside
and rise
Dive down and emerge
Fluid-
let it be
just. let it. be


The Destruction of Us

Wonderlust

and heavy heart

you run

but never hide

to land below

the crest of desire

for it was societies

ill

that prevented us all

raptured and captive

in our own bodies

rumbling against the odds

we fall far

from the original sin

only to be enslaved

to unoriginal commotion

and it's the notion

that any of this was ever

how it was meant

there is no intelligence

in this design

but i fall prey to prayer

and hope to god

that it is of a will

absent energy

takes the place of

mindful thinking

the justifications

we endure

only to explore

that it's all been decided

from long before the end

and it's with these primitive

souls we must seek to blend

to a place that will not

have us

will not support us

just can't endure us

nor we it

rise up

wise up

the destruction of the planet

is the destruction of us


A Familiar Place is a Restless Place

To get out
to escape
Run for the river
over a plane
into the open arms
of a foreign land
with a gilded tongue
whisper sweet nothings
of no understanding
so that i can feel at home
in my displacement
evolve that feeling
morph into a need
let the worm grow
let it blossom
throw up the court
its a broken ring
that freed the mind
because it was no dream of mine
that made me bow
and now it's all me
that i have
not you


Delusion of Home


It's pale fire
that lights
your way
Recordings Long
Displaced
For the path
is cleared
And only the
punch remains
Golden lights
Hang low
Dim lit
Fallen faces
toasts to
the night
It's a path
you chase
but your compass
was broken long
ago
So you navigate
by the light
of a star
But that star died
millenniums ago
So where will
you sail
with this
delusion of
home?


The Sun will Rise

The Sun will rise
East from the bound
But You come from the west
And your eyes are whitewashed
by the gleam of exhibition
unable to give a
critical glare
For the flare of the your
lens catches
and blinds
your ignorant eye 


I poison myself 

  I poison myself on-
the highest of highs
& lowest of lows
Drop down below
down to blow
hover up and drop down below
for the fall
we all encounter
when you just say hi
It's enough to die in the solitude
of misunderstanding
& being misunderstood
It's words & willows
branches that sing
And none of this
none of this could even mean a thing
I fall below I cried out for her
A silent scream that nobody could here
that lack of breath- inability to scream
to be me- to let the world
know who I am
But you see a glimmer- and every once
in a while our eyes meet- we watch
each other & the journeys we all have seen
It's not about this lifetime!
but alas we are here & I want to be
with him. Feel him. Be him
But I sit here with fire in my eyes
hurt in my heart & smoke in my veins
You're not here
Because You Must not want to be
And it's as simple as that
when I claim we ever had a beginning-
or anything other than a nihilistic
aim




I walk under the ocean
the air too liquid to breathe
compression on my lungs
as the oxygen floats above
the surface
embyrionic pining
it might be
in the blue depth they shout
irashaimasen
sounds echo
distorted and omitent
omntiant
omnipotent

I liked the feeling of floating through a place I didn't really exist.

walking feels like wading
breathing feels like drowning
talking feels like gulping
as everyone else exists facilely
I push and extrapolate
coming against pressure
no room for air in my lungs
the compression of the outside
keeps them still
encumbered by that which no one notices


Construction

Pounding from my chest
these rods stab deep
leaving an opening
for me to escape
I search for grounding
but for me it doesn't exist


Night Winds Up

The night winds up
And I come down
From the height of cool
descend in to my empty bed
Feeling the sips of wine
and top shelf vodka
washed down with that
white as snow powder

it's too late
the night is over
and the day washes over
that perfect moment
to reveal the glow was just sweat
the shine of a synthetic stimulant

Famous faces
and well known voices
scatter the night
the low lit glare
made the perfect hum
as those rapid beats
come to a stand still
and i try to shut out the sun

it's too late
the night is over
and the day washes over
that perfect moment
to reveal the glow was just sweat
the shine of a synthetic stimulant


and the reality is
i don't know where i am
or where to go 


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