Ode to Tumor (2-myrrh)

swallow the rest assurance and abide by sullen faces
leave the spine of books unspoken for, just let them lay. embrace this.
pop the pill if pills are popping like a pussy you saw dropping
ignore the fishes in the vases. riches come from never stopping.
explore the whore inside you till you hate it's wretched grin
it's not only oxygen but gin you drank to rid the sin.
that's good enough for them, but is it good enough for me?
I'd rather sit inside and hide and catch up on watching glee.
what colors smear across the endlessness of time?
its orange? no. it's yellow. NO. Let's just let it be sunshine.
And the moon, of course, is jealous. She's a stranger now to me.
She stalks so subtlety. She's into groups of three.
Like me and her and goblin kids, she's the princess now it's true.
i'd never let them rob the kids of things we'd yet to do.
The king of uglies, the faerie tale sovereign, call me auryn, too.
i'll always float on fumes...i'll always choke on proof.
I'll always poke my nose in things that open books would read.
it's not just blinding greed but spine tingles i find when free.
i'm freeing myself of the process known as thought, i'm feeling caught.
i know i ought to let it in or seize it, but i'd rather not.
please, don't let yourself be bought. What's 3 or 4 more shots?

The Death of Meek pt. 1

lyrics for a new song i just finished. yes, it's quite long.

looking for a light, a light beam, thats looking for a life and that life might be me
my sight isn't trite, it's just slight. it's slight seeing.
i'm not seeing might it's just strife and high beams.

mostly moaning with the bones that groan out.
no doubt. hoping that them bones don't poke out.
no clouds would bare my weight, share mindstates.
and that's fair; fair minds break.

so i'm done with phonies that phone.
their intellect is just short of a bone.
i interject but they own the control
try to disect but their souls turned to stone.

win their respect - it's as hopeless as cold is.
what a joke. any joe should know his kids.
even a drone could've shown you what hope is.
i only hope that your hopelessness is bliss

and when you're finally open...it'll be love that i'm showing.
it'll be love that we're soaked in...known this from years of my growing

and when you show up and the shores are all black
just know that - just know that i held the sun back
that i must've fell from high class
yup, i'd rather melt than hi-jack
define that. inside my mind i might rap.
she can sing. i know that she knows i like that.
we fight back. trying to get my psych back
she's like "man, when we gonna get the light back?"

defies traps when she's wrapped in light
the sight! it's bright! makes me forget it's night
it makes me forget to sing. spring to spring
her body leaves me there dancing.

she tweaks with my mind...couldn't dream up this life.
been spending weeks in my mind. now i have a drink so i'm fine

ya, she's tweaking with mine, but geeks hold on
they didn't seem like her sort of song.
and so i'm gone. i get effected and then im lost like hair pins
i couldn't spare grins, i changed route to trade winds.
my roots are ancient. change quick or face lift.
---- her face is what grace is.
her face is what gave us amazement to shape us.
faced with the face that displaced all the fakeness.
tasting the space we'd arranged in the blankets.
changing the place that this strangeness would take us.
strange little place, but i still trust.
strangle the bitch? try a bear hug.
man, all you boys contain loose love
you're who she wouldn't date and what she calls a scared thug

should i make her my wife? i couldn't dream up this life.

little boy thug - get your own
i'm the king of the castle, she's my throne
don't even step to, statue, i'm past yall
this rhyme scheme got you lookin' like an asshole
we make sense forever logically and astro.
i'm her cuba, she's my castro
her lips is like cash flow
she's an eclipse causing ellipsis; my eyes close

an incredibly fine rose. well, mine closed up
find time to shine before minds close up.
nine times outta nine the binds won't budge.
not lying but i find the blind to nudge
and so i creep to sleep but never enough
i only dream to speak to heaven above
spending the love means pains paid.
one man's love is another man's shame !

fuck fame. find family. get a job, don't battle me.
yall baffle me. man, i'm serious !
delirious you must be, how curious
i'm furious with facts. don't attack the unknown
i sort of just relax then attach my sick poems
waxing the back of the raps that been gone
that's my syndrome - should've staid gone.
should've played dumb, confusing my foes
using my toes to dig through the bones
this music finds root in the tones
use it. my muse sleeps in my soul
she'll rip a hole through the throat, my heart and skin
invisible but i know her deep within

who says patience is trite? i couldn't dream up this life.

i had a dream that all things were filled with life
like the ring that i'll see on my steam punk wife
so now i think of the things that all need eyes
like guys, like wives. their lies defy the eyes their shine.
arise in mine. we'll find our spines aligned.

you'll follow me, right? i couldn't dream up this life.
who says dreaming is trite? i couldn't dream up this life.
that's why i drink every night.... i couldn't dream up this life.

It's hard to find action after digesting reactions. It's like finding passion when met with retraction. It's like finding wealth in dissatisfaction. The sky is new, it always is. So is this amusing fist. I might find abuse in this. Life is bright, find muse in it. Fight music if she's letting go. That empty feeling is a new road. That empty pit, you swore was fate, was just illusion. Yes, a fake. There are no pits, just empty paths, but some are filled with growth and wrath. We bare them both. Master the craft. We share the hope. Master the craft. Master the mind you swore was hers. You swore with words, you swore on church. You swore to sun, to moon; both fair. You swore to hips. You swore to hair. I swore to more. I swore to stare. I promised more, I swore to prayer. I swore to gaze, to hands held in bed. I swore to the nape of your neck and forehead. I find truth in action and find it appealing. That's what I'm feeling. Done with concealing. Im finished with wishing, a blister comes quicker. Life's just a parent, and I apparently miss her.

dry gin

it spoke of it's high wind, i blew right by him.
I knew night might dim but noon might fight them.
so soon, sight liked him. it still spoke of it's high wind.
it still soaked in the night's grin.
moon's might take flight if there's dry gin.

and so i found a moment of peace, and went on about before.
the shore's one and only door.
she knelt, and whispered, "you're on the floor."
and so i found myself being lifted right before i met dead.
my eyes shine the brightest red.
she laughed and said, "it's bed."
and so i died that night, the brightest thing.
I watched the life contort it's seams.
the shrilling sound, the empty screams.
she woke me, saying, "ignore your dreams."
and so i went to work, no dirt to escape. no 6 feet down, no one at my wake.
no one at my side, i died that day.
my friend shook me saying, "it's our lunch break."
and so i found myself ending that mental poem.
that one that sits high on it's thrown. that one i cuddle until it is thrown.
ya, i left it there and now im home.

I still speak like it's high wind, though i flew right by them.
the night might like him, but it's POETRY - it's like sin.
it's like a tragedy that left the sea to haunt and stalk me in my sleep.
like a dripping faucet on my face, i wake up just to get a taste.
i handle this like i handle life: coffee, cigarette and real dull knife.
to slice my thoughts but not my skin, besides it's never one to thin.
not like the girl whose barren waste will fall upon my drunken face.
not like the boy who beats his heart just to try to make it start.
i've seen them stop, i've watched them go.
like the ebb of tide, like a winding road.
like a windy boy who felt better at night..
but his words weren't there, they're soaked in fright.
noon never came, and the moon's grin bites.
the dry gin showed, and so did he...finally. the end we meet.