How Quickly Advice Becomes Vice.

New Standards

Hold yourself to standards higher than most.
Listening to the patterns in our words,
There is rhythm in every thing we say.
The span of one breath is all that we need.

Anything that can't be said in that time
May not be worth the breath it takes to say.
We grow uncomfortable in silence.
May the quietness of the world ring loud.

Teach yourself the strength to abstain from speech.
Shape each thought into a hardened diamond.
The blows will land without any remorse.
Language will triumph over all its foes.

The Violent

There is violence in all our world.
It is readily apparent.
Wherever you look, it is there
Staring back at us hungrily.

This cycle repeats endlessly.
We cannot shield our childrens eyes,
We can only hold them closer.
Our love stands alone to spite it.

You taste like a mistake.

Young Neil

The Old Man plays guitar
in the same way he always has.

His hands have grown stronger.
Fingers wrap around the fretboard

as comfortably as lovers lips
kissing in the dark.

He is older, frailer.
The sound he divines

is the soul of immortality,
the sound of life lived

adventurously.

Struggles and Guesswork

There is nothing but fiction from our tongues
when they meet in salival corridors.

Grips given from hands to waists brighten
our faces in the darkness of this place.

A mutual delusion built on fleeting fulfillment,
we hold it like a precious stone.

Believe it to be diamond, the truth is only
zirconium in its gleam.

The soul of love is incomplete, it searches
and acts based on educated guesswork.

The mind looks the other way while
the fool searches and laments.

This is a constant condition.

Regrets

Her regret sent me here. Remember?
Yes. Level sneers, vent, revere, express
here. Get between her knees tenderly.
Keep Ben here. She sent the rent Brett.
Get bent! They keep sneers between them.

They knew regret well. They were men.
The perplexed sense between them
never left elsewhere. She knew they
were there. Her element greeted
them well. The net regret never left.

The Goddess Venus

You're only jealous of 


Who &


What 


You cannot have.

Knocking Over The Table

We were nothing more 
than a jigsaw puzzle laid 
out on a table.
We fell apart once the
table was knocked over.
We didn't have the strength
to put it back together.

Ability Does Not Equal Talent

THINK FREELY


THINK OPENLY

The Body at rest

The Tide Rises


Like A Heaving Chest.


Waves,


Soft Moans 


Against The Earth.

Bone & Marrow

I.
Don't Stop 


When You Hit Bone.


Go For The Marrow.


II.

Good Artists Stop 


When they Reach Bone.


Great Artists Strike Marrow.

We exist within the same time frame
but occupy wholly different spaces.

What It Is

What is it?

How can we classify it?

How can we describe it?

Is it Quality?

Don't answer them 

all at once.

Approximating Location

I
am
not
here
honey.
Afuera?
Adentro?
Dondesea.
Calibrate
Wanderlust.

Scraps of Paper on my Cluttered Desk

I do not want this
Tell me what you need
I do not want this
Tell me honey please

_____________

if you could see yourself
know yourself
hear yourself
as you truly are
how different
this world could be
_____________

What became of your dreams?
You grew older
and I grew older too.
We learned that not much changes.
People are people at any age.
Do you still hope to be the you
You dreamt yourself to be?
My heart's ambitions
Still grow as wild as the grasses of the prairie.
________

I still dream.
__________

the guitar case rests against the sofa
wine bottle sitting empty on the coffee table
clothes cooling in the freezer
frets below my fingertips
my voice echoes in an empty room
_____________

Your hidden heart looks good on you.
Where do you draw the line
between Virtue and Desire?
______________

There is a place that wasn't
though it can't be said for certain
of whether or it was
when it wasn't
or couldn't have been.
__________

Paperplane Pilot
_____________

I found your words printed on the page
as clear and concise an image as one
could hope to find.
_____________

"I told him

Don't talk to me
Don't touch me
Goodnight.'"
is what she said walking by my office window.
___________

I saw you last night in a dream.
We took a small boat to my house
near the shore. We whiled the night
away together, taking our fill of each
other.
I woke up alone
wondering where you had gone.
______________

The wind speaks through the rustled lips of the leaves.
_______________

Mandrake Bar: Friday, January 20th 2011

The sound of a crowded bar 

is like listening to the roars 

of dozens of animals in 

the savannah. 

Drone

The onward rush carries you forward
into the day.

The traffic makes you restless as you
sit there staring at miles of red lights.

Work makes your mind idle as it
begins to wander.

You get up from your desk and
walk to the bathroom.

You didn't need to go, you just
needed to move.

The commute home mirrors the
morning.

The dying light is the only
difference this time.

You go to the bar by your house
and sit on a stool.

The bartender sets your drink
in front of you.

She knows you well.
She knows.

Another drink becomes
several.

Time is smeared like wet paint
by a hand running through it.

Money floats away like it
was never yours.

Memories drown in a sad
oblivion.

Even the night ends.

Sweet Ave and Acceptance Blvd

Those old memories don't make you sad anymore,

not in the way they used to. Reminders of all the

promise that was never fulfilled. But it's ok. It's ok,

it really is. We're ok. I'm ok. I hope you're fine in

the land across the sea. How we grow, how we 

change. It's oh so strange. But it's ok. 

For J.Blowdryer

So many of our problems stem
from the heart. It would be much
easier for us to rip open our chests
and pull out the beating mess that
has driven the madness of the
world for time immemorial.

beaches

Grains of sand pouring from my mouth,

I turn the ground around me into sandy

shores, missing only the tides.

I AM OM.

A Gradual State of Progress

Progress can only be measured

by the footsteps made en route

to the next stop on the journey.

Stop Fucking Around

Numbers don't lie
even if you keep
doing so to yourself.

To continue this path
is death. To change it
means discipline.

We are better than
our weaknesses.
Time to act.

a solitary fate

All roses bow their heads
when standing alone 
in the clutch of
a vase.

Drops In a Bucket

drops of water slowly
fill the rusted bucket
one plink at a time.

the first one echoes
like a gong struck
in a concert hall.

the metallic sound
dies as drops fall
in a gathering pool.

it takes time and
patience, but soon
the bucket fills

to the brim
before the water
overflows

and slowly
soaks the ground
beneath.

you always leave with the rain
nothing here can keep you still
nothing here can keep you


practicing forgetting
we've become masters of an art

A Hardcore Punk Rock Lifestyle

Sample Punk Rock Lyrics:


You look at me
You want to see
Something I'm not
Why can't you let me be?

VENOMOUS HOWL

THE BEST HYSTERIA 
MONEY CAN BUY.

FreeJazz/Write

this dividing line only works as well as those who observe
it. wallow in sickness or wallow in health its a matter of
choice what you wish for yourself. you wish for something
better but always stop short of the action that would propel
you to the next stage of evolution. you hope to find salvation
or that salvation will come find you. goals thoughts and other
processes have tumbled into disarray as a new sense of order
is beginning to establish itself in the space of the old world.
The sense of liberation fills your lungs but only with the
memory of what costs had to be paid what friendships had
to be cast away. Its never a simple matter when the heart
and mind tie themselves up it only makes the inevitable
tearing away that much more painful. There is a sliver of
hope but will it live to be something greater than a memory
of a few nights lost to the exile of a self-imposed oblivion.
the empty bottles glare accusingly and wonder where it all
went pissed away flushed into the toilet the sense of joy and
relief always goes with it until it fills me up again. The pattern
cannot hold will not hold i will not let it consume me. There
is a strength that must grow in this garden. Waiting patiently
I have become stone I sit in the ground the dirt damp and cool
beneath me. Entropy.

filling space

Behind closed doors

at a late hour,

sound escapes

shadowed forms

striving for a

mutual understanding.

This Modern Life

We live our dreams out 
from behind glass screens.

The Life Process

Life is the continuous process


of opening our eyes


further and


further.

Endless Returns

The end of a universe
consciousness changing states
whats been started
will continue
in another time
in another state

My heart has rusted over
my thoughts are frozen still

The end of the universe
consciousness changing shape
what has ended
will begin again
in another time
in another state

My heart has rusted over
my thoughts are frozen still

I long to find the answer
I know I never will
I'll keep coming back
again and again
until I do

Remembering why it meant so much


makes it easier to understand the present.

Regrerts of the Dying

Lets not live with the regrets of the dying.

Lets be joyful and foolish.

At the end

as the last grains of sand fall,

the hands of the clock

move closer to midnight.

One small thread

in the narrative ends.



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The Failure of Language

There is only

Silence

and

Emptiness

in our

words.

Competitive Distractions

They keep talking.

They keep getting in my face.

They keep asking for my attention.

I stand up and can't get out of reach.

I drive around and can't stop from hearing them.

Silence moans at me in the dark,

a lullaby without any words.

She finds me and soothes me.

You, only you.

My sweetest heart.

Facing Up

Close the door.

Turn off the lights.

Slip under the covers.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Stare at the ceiling.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

The sweet kiss of darkness.

peace and unease

There is relief at not having to worry

and think about all the things that

would go wrong when we were

trying to make things work. It's an

uneasy truce on the best of days.

The space we share still holds a

great distance we have yet to cross.

stranger

is looking at you.

you look away

and hold back

nervous laughter.

you look again

only to see

the ceiling

staring back.

you wonder,

stranger,

were you

ever real?

MY MACHINE

THIS MACHINE
BREATHES
INTO ME
MY LUNGS
EXPAND
MY HEART
BEATS
LIKE
THE BEAT
OF A 1,000
DRUMS
ALL PLAYING
AT ONCE.

All Those Nights

All these names
I can't keep straight
Heard them in the dark
Yelled into my ear

Another night at
Another place
I'm sorry man
I can't recall

I was drinking then
Another handshake
Another Hello!
and How Are You?

Drink another round
Vibrations and Sound
Drink another round
Vibrations and Sound

It's all over oh so soon
It's all over, just us in
this empty room
What's your name?

What's your name?
I wonder, I wonder,
sitting there, ready
to end this silence.

Lazy Bones

Desire burns only as long the fire is stoked.
The coldness of a time passed wraps itself
around you tight enough to raise the goose
flesh on your arms. What is fiction and what
is truth?

Don't forgive me, I said to as I stood in
the doorway between what we'd been and
what we'd become.

I'll never be able to forget your eyes puffed
and pouring streams to flow from either
side of your face.

I turned my back to walk away, each step
a brick in a wall laid between us, higher
and higher

until there was nothing left to see. I smash
my firsts into it time to time, flesh scraped,
blood flowing hotly.

They told me they found you face down
the next morning. All I've been able to do
is keep those bricks coming.

The wall keeps getting higher and thicker.
the memory lingers like a weed growing
from a crack in the pavement.

There is no heart left to rip the weed from
the ground. Even if I did, the roots would
remain firmly in the ground.

Can we go ahead and return to normalcy already?

FInishing A Book

All good stories end.

There are always more stories
to be written.