uni-pen

As wings spread like fire and burn in desires name

The air grows tighter, sucked into shallow flames

No profit from the travel, this is no poor mans game

Only the paper plane that unravels shows any kind of gain

Fist clenched too tight, eyes too tired to see

Is it her face that's a blur, or the love she shows for me

Been down too long to have any kind of faith

To anything more alive than this coffin that I chase

As liquid light leaves salty parallel lines on burnt cheeks

Unaware of any moisture till I'm drowning in my own personal sea

I brought myself to this mountain, it was my idea to climb

But the higher this body gets, the less the mind knows why

This can only end badly, air too thin for two

Yet I'd still drag on asphyxiated, if I thought it was just me and you

Eventually the trail will weaken, inevitably the excess of feet will cause a slip
Personally trained myself not to get caught holding anymore weight than I can lift

Learned to love letting go, now it's hard to get any kind of grip

To anything more than this borrowed pen holstered to my hip

But still I ache for a link to connect this dirty chain

But I can never seem to shake the rust that keeps my heart shackled solo to this pain

knock, knock... who's there?

She was one mess of an insurgent, highly volatile detergent

A support beam in the wind who dreamed of getting bent

Easily destroyed by the weight of life

Singing with her finger tips to anyone who would hear her strife

Consistently confusing attention for attraction

A gold fish in a bag looking for distraction

But heavy came the weight of the fish bowl

Fuck your plastic pirate ship, this is not home

We all swim but some of us forget to sink

It's not a bad tidbit of knowledge to know how bad the toilet stinks

I'm not saying that defeat is the option

But sometimes you gotta knock if you want in

 

Knock, knock, knock...no ones home

Knock, knock, knock... no ones home, for you no more

  

Dirty come the deeds that we do dependently

Life ain't a fairy tale, this ain't serendipity

A forest planted too thick, how did we ever expect to see

Beyond the cluster that this paper makes for you and me

We could climb tall trees until there's no more sky

But could it ever be enough to satisfy dead eyes

Fire fuels the greed, fooled into lust

Why is it so easy to love, but so hard to trust

A rubber tire only stays round for so long

The road wears and tares until the true shape is gone

Sometimes no matter how hard a man tries not to fight

It ends with two crossed swords in the dead of night

 

Knock, knock, knock...no ones home

Knock, knock, knock... no ones home, for you no more

 

The light burned blue on her little pale face

Addicted to the heat, omitting with no trace

Never one to be static, toes not known to grace the same space

She stretched herself so thin she no longer had a waist

But needy girls are never satisfied with just one man

Ears perked up for the ring,  telephone glued in hand

Sending secret text messages to one then the other

An under cover lover under far too many covers

I guess you gotta learn to move quick before the guns inevitable bang

Every day has a number, every bullet a name

Insurance could have had your back if you had ever filed the claim

The mailman won this battle, the guard dogs been maimed

 

Knock, knock, knock...no ones home

Knock, knock, knock... no ones home, for you no more

the cutter

Fingers under knives
We cut just to change the print
Blackened nails hold deep to fault lines
Giving way to the chipped bone below
This is that situation in which you wouldn’t want to be left alone
Showing compassion like a mongoose to a snake
Server all social niceties and let instinct take hold
Once captivating colors lose all meaning
Favorite shade becomes the tone of the skin of the backside of your eyelids
Opened just to wipe the excess build up away
Letting tears form just to clean the narrow pathway
Not capable of feeling anything more than your empty breaths
Dulling all senses in that hollow chest
Like cripples in the sand, we just can’t seem to stand
As we slowly sink away

fog

Somewhere beyond this static

There is a tempo and it moves me

Hidden like a fairy tale melody

Sleeping soundly till its silence no longer soothes me

Looking back and forth to find nothing

But dirty distractions that haunt me

Because they want all of me, and I none of them

Caught in the eye of the storm and it won't blink

Dry as a dessert, nothing lives here

I implore nevermore that I want more

Learned long ago no one is listening

 

To these phone calls

To these text messages

To these love letters

Failure to communicate

 

These walls they hold me

So tight I can only dream of letting go

Something has to break

Watch this house of cards fail to stand firm and fall

Pain in the neck caused by watching

& waiting for an illuminated phone

I am a compass with no directional rose

Just another Pip waiting on Estella to come back home

And show a shine to the person lost so long ago

Maybe help me refresh my mind

And remind me of times without

 

All these phone calls

All these text messages

All these love letters

Failure to communicate

 

The floor creaks as I pace back and forth

Killing all my time till doing nothing is okay

Face permanently sour like a lemon licking a lime

Depression is never far away and reminds me everyday

A mind that is too stubborn to shut down and die

Creation my only distraction but the hearts not in it today

Art created just to create

Like a belly feed just to eat

I take the cattle out to slaughter

And feed the calf all the meat

But still I wait on

A phone call

A text message

A love letter

Failure to communicate

silent nova

I picture words around your face

But can't seem to speak when the light hits

I'm lost on this planet of apes

And can't seem to find my silent Nova
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in
 

Beneath a crust turned to ash

I search for records of its past

Finding only hatred lasts

The will to kill what's not in our path
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in
 

You can lock me in your cages

This bodies a shell which has no hold

Live an entire lifetime with no ages

Hunted down like milestones
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in
 

What's civilized behind these eyes

Still haven't found any answer

But still beauty lives in the disguise

Of the illusion of what comes after
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in



classical mechanics

We live and die like a car crash

Violently fighting to keep this vehicle in motion

As inertia brings our journey to an end

We quickly scramble to buckle up in time

But the action is in motion and will not rest

Ejected from seats, feed to worms, feed to birds in a nest

This is our first law of motion

We move till we cease to be

The force it lives in you and me

The momentum was too great to slow in time

Mass only carried us further along

Velocity pushed us far beyond the finish line

Endless endeavor to preserve our present state

But ours are not the only bodies in motion

And the resistance never takes a break

This is our first law of motion

We move till we cease to be

The force it lives in you and me

If only Aristotle had it right

Without an external motive power we can rest

But the absence only wakes the heart inside the hollow chest

Loneliness renews impetus to replace the taste of longing lips

An equal action to forget the accident

That spun us off this narrow cliff

matryoshka doll of 1,000 faces

Mistress of 1,000 faces, those looks they can’t replace

The love we hide internal braces, support this heavy makeup case

You say your line, I step off queue, curtains we say adieu

Nowhere to one run but from the stage light, into the dark of night

But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney

Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight

Silent as the days erase, phantom of the memories

You fold into curtains what you hide, masked in plain view like Mr. Hyde

As we struggle to see eye to eye, the shades those pupils lie behind

You see me but can I see you, or just what you want me to

But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney

Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight

Is it the face for which you hide, or just the motives

Is it the devil in the details inside, or just the alibi

Somewhere in the actions of the actor there is truth

I’m just waiting for this nesting doll to find its end, and the face to never change again

But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney

Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight