welcome to a place i call home where the sun never sleeps and music is playing in the clouds. welcome to a place i call home melt my brain and steal my thoughts. things here are not as they seem. welcome to a place i call home.
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Friday
When the house was burned,
we returned to the desert and wept
son's
slaughtered, daughter's raped
like
they closed the drapes
gone
away are the sun's rays
and
the days when our children play
Now
they been crushed like grapes.
There
ain't no escape.
This
is your place, this is your kingdom.
This
is your face, broken reflection
Am
ma ma-ou...
Burn'n
in a burnt down house
Silent
victim from bite of regret
Sick
with a symptom of name we forget
Forgotten
skeleton no dignity left
Unforgiven, we are forgotten
So...fill with
the venom of an ancient fire that burned our kingdom
on this day the hot breeze (or high priest) sang the anthem
This is your place, this is your kingdom.
This is your face, broken reflection
Who have we become,
what will we become
One day the moon will shine like the sun
And our heart will feel the love and be numb
Take out your drum and your harps to strum
This is your place, this is your kingdom.
This is your face, broken reflection
Who have we become,
what will we become
Wednesday
Office Work Wednesday.
Life cereal and paper
clips.
fans and white lined
paper.
dust and ceramic tiles.
dingy lights and office
seats.
work keys and boots.
stapler and keyboards.
light switches and
vending machines.
typewriters and debt.
free ads and creepy old
men.
tape and business cards.
migraines and phone
calls.
table lamps and
photocopies.
cigarette break and time
cards.
front row parking and
sand.
glass windows and heavy
doors.
operator lady and
deadlines.
CVC codes and
paperclips.
highlighters and funeral
homes.
main news and special
sections.
calculator numbers and
commissions.
office space and high
heels.
refunds and
m&ms.
Tuesday
eggs.
minds like egg shells. fragile, new born babies. minds like egg shells. white, as white days. minds like egg shells. crack, crack so easy. minds like egg shells.
heaven is overrated just like Earth.
old news, new faces.
the old man looks so blue, but he blames it on Mondays. I know his love is gone, just like that, just like a blink. I've seen the scars you wear and I still love you. The old man is wearing grey pants and he is wearing grey hair. the Old Man has with him a dog. Dogs are mans best friend, since the dawn of forever time. Bicycle loops and scratch tickets. someone lost my mail.
missing Texas sucks.
ashes to ashes dead humans are dead.
town maps and forks, don't worry
about Next Tuesday.
all the way somewhere in
Texas, I still love you.
I want to smell you again.
iced tea and whiskey. warm
aroma of white lights, scatter
the sky.
Monday
a little pre work out jammmmmm....... be back. going for a hike now;)
enjoyyyyyy
cat ears.
bonnie and clyde ciggs and beer whiskey and coffee love and weed music and dancing yellow and orange.
this took too long to write.
if the sky is the limit why am i placed on the mossy grass?
my toes sink to the bottom of this mushroom path, as my
twinkling eye stares. wondering if my future will be as
bright as this lemon or as dark as this past September's time.
dreams will stay dreams till the day you die. don't try and
bring those things with you when you go. only love and
only existence will matter when you are dead. only what you
reached out to and believed in, will be remembered when you
die. don't get too caught up in yesterday's tears, today
is the limit and it is here. speak your mind all the time,
don't let the flies go by if they aren't purple. drink only
real beers and smile only real smiles.
poem.
dead mothers sing to their children each night.
dawn calls their existence back home
but at least she can read to the children.
poem.
I’ve got
seven men in my bed all at once and I’ve got mad moms yelling at me on the tv.
Today comes
from hard work and silly comics.
The future will
be for blueberry dreams and mistakes yet to happen.
My house
phone is on fire, while my lover leaves the back door open.
He’s left me
for good this time. Poor me and happy him.
Life goes on.
my thoughts exactly
advice to Gram.
Don’t be afraid and don’t be ashamed of your melting brain.
I know you want to figure out what is going on.
But we can’t help you now.
"Jackpot" she screams
And don’t worry about the left hand side.
Just roll your r’s like
the dice at the casino.
Don’t let the birds out when you leave for
Tony’s. Please come back with Summer sunshine
and an iced coffee funeral.
Take your plaid roses to the basement and clean the
Bugs outta the attic. I don’t want to hear them again.
how many times can one human brush their hair?
Something about
numbers and firewood and green eyes.
the way your scent will linger on after midnight days.
flames dancing, mesmerizing.
Green is the color of the grass and green is the
color of your eyes.
Numbers
can help you buy food and numbers can save your life.
But right now your food is on the table
and mom is waiting for you to say Grace.
who has free air?
if only we could show all our faces at once.
falling back in slow motion
all i feel is a gentle breeze and all i can see are cotton ball clouds.
slow motion falling down backwards.
my mind proceeds to implode, explode.
my brain isn't there anymore.
you cut a hole in my ear, out will come confetti and dead flowers.
don't worry about that I have another balloon head in the car.
do you have air?
WHO LEFT CAPS ON?
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY GO BUY FIREBALL
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY GO GET DRUNK
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY CLEAN MY APARTMENT
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY FIND MYSELF PASSED OUT AT 1 AM
TONIGHT I WILL UNDERSTAND THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE
TONIGHT I WILL UNDERSTAND WHY MY CAT ALWAYS MEOWS AT THE
MOON
TONIGHT I WILL UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SPORKS AND
PAPER PLATES
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY PAINT MY TOE NAILS
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT IN MY UNDERWEAR
TONIGHT I WILL PROBABLY SAY I LOVE YOU.
Thursday
THE KING
children of the moon. listen little child you're ok. don't worry about yesterday, don't cry about tomorrow. just smile because you're alive. just smile because you can still love and you can still see. don't be sad. stop crying those black sea tears. look above and just breath. hold my hand and everything will be alright.
dead batteries.
this smell is
bringing me to my
mom's backseat.
the air is as thick as
pulp. and my eyes
are burning in
the 300 degree heat.
don't worry i'm
happy today. the
moon told me that.
bloody red sun.
bubble gum snaps paper bags rip 1999 had the best mac n cheese.
love ten million times.
seven planets away
four rivers length
one hearts love
twelve mountain kisses
and turning Earth's Love
your arms are my shelter
and your body is my home.
my love for you pours out
to the sea and around my
heart. don't hurt me.
i will love you across ten seas.
vanilla beans.
trash can wheels turn like my brain exercises. Tints on my sunglasses are yellow. Bug bites scatter my mind like rainy May days. Eggs are fried for breakfast, like Yesterday’s memories. Butter will paint my walls, like the dead bones hanging from my ceiling.
trash can.
weird fingernails.
dead thoughts.
Alive love.
Black hearts.
Lame brains.
Unknown numbers.
black coffee.
dead thoughts.
one shoe.
sad tears.
dead thoughts.
one bite left.
hazelnuts my favorite.
there is a lawn chair in my living room. and there is a lady sitting in it. she is finishing her coffee and singing the blues. there is an elephant in my bathroom. and he's doing the laundry. don't mind me, drunk and barley awake at 615 in the morning. coffee lawn chairs.
the weird woods.
the old man with his dog wearing a green tie today.
he smiles and shows us his map of the Magic Woods. today will bring happiness and show fear at once.
Tuesday
oh my god.
black and white coffee dates with the friends in my mind. sipping on some wine, counting down the days till death. separate bank accounts and different taste in coffee. flower petals melt away with the rubies in the cemetery. don't sweat it, just remix that tape and play the reggae, broken windows and no trespassing signs on my soul. floating like gravity with my brain going insane.
Monday
new york.
lame poem.
seven is my favorite number. like orange is my favorite color. and sunflowers are my favorite flower, like chocolate is my favorite ice cream.
a birds nest and ceilings.
if i could trade a day with anything, it would be a bird
I would love to soar through the cotton candy clouds.
and I would love to enjoy the dawn sunrise. I would
also enjoy having wings. That free feeling must tickle
your tummy. I want to see the Earth from this view
next. I want to live in a birds nest next.
realizing how beautiful life is while death sleeps.
walking with the dead, i fit right in. I love to enjoy the silence. I love to enjoy the dead silence. I enjoy reading the names on the stones. The years sometimes amaze me. and the Stones are god damn beautiful. My thoughts are at peace in this place. doesn't matter which one, where, why, who. They all make me feel safe. Something about the Cemetery makes me feel like I finally fit in.
I Call Heads.
today was happy like ice cream on a cone. like the toothless smile homeless man Joe gave me after I bought him lunch last Sunday. My eyes scream Joy while my soul still cries for help. today was golden like the strawberry Horizon. I know it's ok to be upset, but to wake up crying sad tears: that is not happy like an ice cream on a cone. So wake up tomorrow with a smile from your head, and wear it on your toes too. don't forget to count to Ten before you come up from the Ocean's deep blue. flip the nearest Quarter to make the next decision. and Tell that Whore how you really feel. This makes as much as sense as the Carrot Beer in front of me right now.
this man and his voice and his words and what he stands for ... so insane .
hugs and today.
My mind is back on it.
It’s back on a Monday.
This last week was weird.
I felt like I was floating
Into reality without a
leash. And a torr without
a leash is not good.
an august Monday.
fireball and coffee, happy Monday. my eyes barley open, i barley reach the sun. but sure enough there's a smile. because it is Monday. don't forget to hold the door, make some copies and punch in. seven to three here I come.
Friday
i find this series of photos......
can you hear me now??
looks like another lonely moon with the old man. looks like another weird night, with just us too. watch out for the all the night ghosts, and spaceships. midnight spiders will crawl across the stars later tonight.
butterfly
maybe it's just a dream, she is too real to touch. her beautiful soul and her eyes that glow and light the whole room her smile speaks her mind. and I'm happy she's all mine.
poem
it's hard to love you when you don't want it,
when you don't expect it.
love comes from within.
hides. hides in pretty girls faces.
get it all together baby.
so we can get down together.
love comes pouring out, from such a sight.
sunflower tables 4 sale.
sipping wine till the moon rises. watch the angels dance for us. watch the angels die. having the time of our lives. gaze into my lover's eyes. finally realizing we are as one. love together until we end. end when we meet the Devil next.
poem
the man thinks. black birds sing all day. he is still thinking. the faucet leaks, the man thinks. he sings a beautiful melody. the man made music. the man thinks. black birds sing.
never blink.
whispering in my ear, the wind speaks gently. carefully flowing through my hair. as the sun speaks, it's a yellow 5 am. Sneaking over the mountains. high and low. The sun laughs louder than this shade of June. All day and all night. 9 pm it's time to say goodnight.
poem
forgive me for all the blueberry tears you cried last night. forgive me for all the 100's of years you wasted. forgive me for all the beautiful sunsets you gave me. forgive me, i beg, from down here on my knees.
dead, period.
dead me. dead you. dead everything. I like dead things. dead flowers dress my kitchen table. upside down dead flowers will greet you at the door. like dead thoughts floating in the Dead Sea of my mind. I like dead things. dead me. dead you. dead everything.
