Jargon

It's A Bloody Bother What A Pesturous Malodourous Monotonous Existential Mess Creatures Dark And Furry Rape Those Who Are Innocent And Zest-fully Clean Thought Inside Italian Dressing How Nice Trees Blowing In The Wind Lots Of Love Yet None Reaches Me For Reasons Unknown Confusion Between Love And Lust Distraction In Every Form Business Is Sucksess What A Mess But It Is Worth It Those Who Are Your Friends Will Be There Whether You Like It Or Not Although They Are In Trouble With Lechery etc. Not A Word Of This Helps When You Are Lonely A Collection Of Stamps, Comics, Guns, etc. What Are They There For The Dollar Time To Go Such Is Life But Perhaps Death Is Better Being Amoung Spirits But Of Course There Is No One Of My Preference Around When It Is Desired It Is Nice But Your Company Suits Me Better What Mental Jargon Will Pop Up I It All One Of My Nightmares Of Afternoons Of T.V. And Lust Lethal Combination A Clear Sky Turning Gray Rain Will Follow And I Will Dance In It Hipocritical Homophobic Racist Nonsense When You Treat Your Fellow People Like Dogs You Get Fleas A Memory Of Childhood Spend Most Of My Time In An Illusion A Mind Of Inclarity Semi-distracted But Serenity Will Prevail Been Many Places Too Many To Count But I've Found A Way Through The Boundary Undying Need Unsuppressed It Is A Quest But Perhaps I Am Kidding Myself Is Something Wrong What's Cool What's Not Too Many Arguments For Argument's Sake The Sophist's View This Bedroom Is A Castle And A Cage Trust That The Quest Comes From Within The Demons Are Taking New Shapes To Terrorize Innocence Secular Aristotle And His Silly Little Sciences Sarcasm Honed And In Place I Don't Want To Hide From Feelings But They Come T.V. Is A Drug That Melts The Mind Set To Help New Weeds Grow No Insecticides Needed Though A Destruction Emerges In My Dreams A New Battlefield Old Enemy Rapes Innocense But There Is Always Hope What More Can Be Bought That It Rains Acid Rain To Clear For The New Yet Unclear Enemy What's To Know That Knowing Grows It Makes Sense But What Do I Know In A Sexual Way The Temptation Seems Worth It But Integrity Is A Metal Susceptible To The Acid Rain Seduction No Sweeter Than Sweeter The End But No End Is Good That Leaves You Hanging On and On and on and on...

Crush

Thick, rooty trees and a cold winter breeze
Desire cannot escape the bitter freeze
Crawling through broken glass to know your name
Cowardice or indifference is to blame
Blind my eyes, steel my heart, and walk away
Like an addict to some narcotic, I return the next day

Take it apart and rearrange the signs
Happiness I know but love is not yet mine
Conflicted passion and fundamental ambivalence
Open my heart to reveal my innocence

Floating near the shore

Tumbling gently
Landing smoothly
Wanting to move
Yearning to fly
Like an infant
Waiting to be born
For years the river flowed the same course
But the water washes out
The sea is wide
But here I remain
Floating near the shore
There is no cast off but the one that began my life
And there is nothing in the ocean
To compare to my journey

Unconscious Covenant

The tap drips in my mind
Reminding me of what is left undone
Seeking elusive words for elusive thoughts
While desire remains
Painfully clear and present
Unyielding in its urgent purpose
As if in an unconscious convenant
My heart yearns
For what it believes was promised

Snail Caravan

Across the bridge
I can never forget
So many journeys relived
These train tracks
Seem so permanent
But I know they will wash away
Wash away like teenage tears
I don't bleed the same way now
Though the cuts are much deeper
The cracks in the sidewalk give away age
My own youth is skin deep
Though I have much more to learn
Desire like an overdue bill
Never goes away
Just handled differently
As my heart changes ownership
So I walk the same places
Everything else changes

The Price of Freedom

Nailed to a wall
Upside down
I see the world
In a different way
The will to be free
Is drowned out
By the blood rushing to my head
My naked body
Ceases to be cold
With the acceptance of my fate
Remove the pins and I shall fall
And be made to suspend myself
On my own two feet
Painful still should I do it myself
The price of freedom is so great

The Beautiful Stranger

She sits at the bus stop
Immaculate in her appearance
Her fine features and rosey complexion
Give off an air of sophistication
As does the book she reads
Is this just the walls of actuality
Or is this how it is?
Unaware of the longing of the Other
She concerns herself with her pages
As intently as she reads them
So does he read her
He means no harm but he has never seen
Anything so beautiful
Such is the agony
Of the spaces between people
When she sits so closely beside him
Yet she is so far away

The Colour of Feeling

Every year a new smell
The rush of memory
Scents of style
The cars of fragmented ambition
Drive down the years
Hidden in your smile

The party's promise kisses fools
Entertainment cries
"I take up space"
The nights of false colours
Melt like ice cream
Running down my face

Crystal shards of lamented dreams
The wounds are openly bleeding
Blood of dragon's sting
The engine whines to acquire
The navel of the Pigtail Queen
The crown of the Misfit King