Pour me another and ignore my brother

I break the soil going either way, never one to speak highly of myself. 

i'm always worried. awkwardly comfortable in situations of existence, 

waiting for the day i know everything will be alright. 

my band of friends can't go a day without saying the a-word, understand? 

mr. Barney could easily put out a box set, and mr. Berg needs to sleep.

i need to quit this job in order to attain my sanity, 

i've had a taste of the good life 

and have built an addiction to something out of my reach. 

now i'm a fiend for, a fiend for, a fiend for what?

orchestrating another's opus and forming it into mine, 

i'm waiting for the sun to not waste an ounce of time. 

i had to return home to realize i wasn't suffering from homesickness at all, 

it was all inside my mind. 

it took a graduation to help me grasp my own. 

"it's really not that bad." i understand now what mr. squire spoke of. 

in hopes of being in a better mood, 

i listen to music every single morning on my way to hell, it's quite a ride. 

surrounded by those i'll never be like, 

i think that it's learning my experience. 

so as my mind flies by, i reach out and grasp it. 

i still wake up wishing i could play guitar, 

and that will always happen until i end this vicious cycle. 

until then, i'll find solitude in this pen 

and in the dollar bins across the plains of excitement. 

kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it, 

asking, "what was i thinking?" 

kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it,

asking, "what are you doing?" 

kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it, 

asking, "where are you going?" 

kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it, 

asking, "why?"

1,000 whispers

If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden Parallel to your search for stardom  where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension? Every step shows you're a worthless henchman  itching to meet your maker I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and  caramelized paints where Prints left, taint every breath Inhale - golden oxygen,  then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs What a dilemma to hold hands with Sanity's a steep cliff of gift And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas Hooker left that envy to drown in greed Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny No more - dodging shooting stars No more - lashing of asteroid belts No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock The bow breaks at the vinyl spots The cradle of all this crime rate drops I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest Well that would depend on the trajectory And the way the projector projected me I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy Is it time for lift off? I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared Is it time for lift off? The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week I think it's time for lift off The structural integrity seems to be holding But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing? Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting? Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass To dampen the impression of expression anything has Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has? Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to change masks? I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers 0,000,000 I'll scream a thousand whispers ..

I get's no realer than these imposters in your face
You seem like a nice kid, beware of the monsters that you chase
I've chased my tail, through Adam Smith's greatest plantation
And when they mock me, diss on my creation
If your not Disney Club enough, reality can break your strive
Son, it's not defined by who they offend and why
If you know your enemies, you know yourself
If you have no enemies, you're nobody
Better to be nobody than every man, I'm not like you
I talk with my hands and avoid them on a molecular level

These are tears of the machines of the gods
Couldn't be any worse even world was...
These are the tears of the machines of the gods
Couldn't be any worse even if the world was gone

You're either with me or against me, either stone me or defend me
You can exude demons daily, but still feel not empty
Christian lady at Pizza Hut - you say "God had his hands on me"
I wonder if he still does?
If he is he must be strangling me with his magnifying glass
Pointing fire at my feet, 

"I love the way you dance and you cry, while you're dying the street"

I try to write topical songs, but ideas, they rain on me
When I think about life it's good, if you don't care about anything
No pigs in my blood, only the cold taste of rain
Refreshing until my teeth fall out, determined to live life on these terms
Many will burn to their closeness, seek not to die of heroin overdosses
Caught a few rides with vultures when I needed a plane
And where we fell, even the rocks forgot our names
Used to be a big mouth ego-maniac, never listened a lot
When I visit the Arab world, we'll throw a bomb into the parking lot
Want to live on the edge, not get sucked into the abyss looking for life in the cracks of the walls
You could say I drift between this world and one we've already destroyed
Up to my neck in confusion, or is it lava? 

DeadBlanksFIRED!!READ

Blank page, blank space between the space and timex 

count down to nothing, no pop, 

no big bang theories of post modernistic expression 

the new impressions of devils and angels both I stand silent, 

I disattached from my antennas up somehow I lost and missed the point 

hence the resting out on the lowest slight chance weak 

make up the broadcast news at eleven, 

and maybe see some blood inside the city gutters
And through the sewer drains 

I feel the discontentment of the universal channel system that..

hasn't faded to blackness, not yet. 

Yet not quite enough comfort to ease the swell vision of..

 sporadic patience for one moment that has passed, 

in an unnatural semi-neutral anti national, 

loose cannon now swivelling awaiting for the happy meal giveaway

I spent my thanksgiving with a fork in my eyeball, and stabbed my motivation??
Dying cast oh we are crying, its's the end of the night, 

lying I swear it ain't lying, it's the end of the world, staggered thought, 

staggered dream time as the seconds tick tock, staggered rotations corroding, 

all aboard to those futuristic jump ships, stop the idea, jump ship, jump ship,

 landing in the toughened glass body buddy finder(?), community based whorehouse,

 public service reminder, leave your impression if you âre crying to rejoice (?) 

scream loud and could we have a broken fucking baby, 

and the dancing baby blue eyed jesus statue corrodes because 

the Christmas lights have burned out the shells of the condos, 

and the still standing schoolyards block the smell of the fireworks, 

and the mistletoe now stinks like a thousand miles of baby ass, 

and if the baby asks why its cause she looks cute in the oven, 

and that same community whorehouse cant provide affordable loving,

 close bracket, end of idea, no end of the world has passed now we âre 

suspended in animated ideas, lost in travels of a distance not reached, 

set up camp in the greatest sweatshop under any omnipotent beast,

 and at least we âll have a broken clock party to play with, 

hence putting together for the giants, drink out the thumbprints in silence, 

happily snuffed out yet easily get slave under an empire of peasants, 

so we were all left in a state of eternal entrophy and my sources indicates

 there was no ending of the century, as strange as it may seem nothing fell apart

PairADice

giants cant kill ants, even if they watch they step
reaching to the sky, but you fall to your death
you spitted jibberish, for the love of chaos
channeled FM drops, called it a sayonce
i say, can thy weak allegories and shot gun blast definitions,
planet earth's too small for us, and im too bored to listen
to your small talk, mickey mouse walking the kids
to see the body of tupac
pretending we 15, is the human to be i suppose
cuz no one wants fire and brimstone with their gin and juice anymore
but i come from the future with warnings
"end, all relationships, fixed fast and frozen"
unplug thy speakers, if the slogans are hollow
this is a culture war, who do you want to dig a grave for you?
you're selling piss, you say its holy water
you hide behind a scarf, i hide behind my shadow
you call me up and say i need some gunshots in my laptop
even though i walked from mecca to toys r us backwards
let no flames catch on my rotting brain
they say you are the greatest playright, but you stole those lines
he who plays dead combs the greenest gas
that remains to be seen, yet i count you losing teeth
in paradise, your teeth will grow back i promise
in paradise, i'll hide my laughter i promise

tell me, whats the new "poor is cool" ?
the new telegraph uniform?
thrift stores are out, straight jackets are the new naam
putting newscasters to sleep doesn't interest
all that matters is how we look when they scatter us
like flies in africa, im looking for a place
to rest my weary ribs, also my aging face
but the air is dry, and of the earth there's so much pain
and in the high mountains only so much liquid
so bleed me dry, like the new sons of Wild Pitch
or i'll be forced to join a death cab for cutie cover band
in paradise your shadow itself it scares you
over the river, the bridge breaks beneath you
in paradise your name is a series of bumps and dots and dashes
with little or no connections to the past
in paradise your pray someone is watching over you
in paradise someone is indeed watching you
there's not enough electricity to dumb us all
so they lockes us in jars and said stillness is perfection
6 million ways to be stoned in the courtyard
do you want to be an outlaw we'll throw you to your inlaws
we'll throw you in the ring, with the biggest robots money can buy
this world's a child's dream bulldozers sing for you
the cars burn themselves, the street lights kidnap you
you hand in your medals and they melt em to bullets and crosses
they told you you were zeus, but you were just one of his goddesses
but they told you you were zeus!!!!  but you were just one of his goddesses
and you handed in your medals and they melted em to bullets and crosses...

in paradise  burn victims model underwear
in paradise  there you are forced to enjoy yourself
in paradise  happiness is insanity

the world's last polar bear gets all the oil companies

in paradise  wars are invented by our fathers
in paradise  wars are invented by our brothers
in paradise  wars are invented by our leaders
in paradise  wars are prevented by our mothers....

Nineties Guy in a paper bag rewrite

trapped outside the m.o.m.a. (factory),  overnight (i'm broke), and if i wanted this like sentimental,  i'd say, "oh that ol' thing,  she's the cork from bottle one new year's eve 1999."  i've gotten ahold of every human famous, dead or alive,  there ends life's work,  and am appending them as the latest issue of earth sees fit, it appears the biggest trend for the last few hundred years  has been humans, and they be doing some crazy, crazy shit. (sometimes the song sounds like this). Blanketed in-sanity all i am is just shy of perfect, in a one car sky.. .tape decks make for great company, artificial day ideals got us all glued on to the job..  wish bones after 5:00 and 2 days out of a week to live.. Pay bills or...Take pills.  withdraw from bank or body.. I choose the latter. The 12 step ladder added a rung.  When I reach the summit  I'll touch the sun&light my cigarette from it.  aside from how trees work for a hundred years or more,  there's little surprise, maybe dreamworld, possibly..  my way out of a paper bag?  just imagine you're not in it, take right mind and fake plant, and then throw the stupid thing out the window,  be a guru on its way to quitting fast food all together. an ending beginning again, again, a line. long walks on short tangents. genius is like moments, everybody's got one.  i'd love to meet this the inventor of... they say pulls mankind evolved out of voids.  i bet he's got the body of an angel and the wings of a human.  forgot, the only thing to ever truly hear a person, forgot.  the only thing to ever truly care.  all i am is just shy of perfect, in a one car sky...  i'm a fucking nineties guy.  i like three buckles per outfit. i enjoy my hip hop music loud.  i say things like, "there is no god," "i hate computers,"  and "i couldn't find the right woman to save my life."  i'm a fucking nineties guy.  all my rainbows are in, you guessed it, oil puddles,  i taught myself to write  (and keep friends in mind while thinking).  i'm a fuckin' nineties guy (neither of which i do perfect),  my way out of a paper bag.  i'm a fucking nineties guy,  i'll trade my diploma collection for some of that there  happiness seed... i'm a fucking nineties guy...  boom bap never fails to fit in my heavy rotation 98.9 of you rappers make me fucking sick, cuz I'm a fucking nineties guy... continue to glorify violence and glamorize peddling crack to your community I bet spending a fiends money makes you happy maybe you will view your lyrics in a different light  once you find your daughter and wife selling their bodies for a fix. But.. You are a fucking nineties guy, as am I A E I O U and sometimes,,there is no such thing a a dumb question so I ask. Y are we FUCKING nineties guys'???

Two A.Dday

leave an ant stamped on their chest

give respect

who you were

where you at

why they came

how we left

leave them there

state a claim

make that mark 

light a fire 

catch that spark

the part that is played

lays dazed in the dark

its the age leaving stains,

straining smarts with gray touche' beauty body marks of the beast

who you are is too often not awful enough, so I'll stop

bad starts take off

catch tongues then...it's-

last call for whatever suits your fix

hang me by the neck

let it loose to take it

friends came in handy then

but now its just that simple

showed up to the local act with my smirk=

grim and misplaced

with the sure-aid of patience on face

blank pages

Balance and brace if tech-no bass keeps those ears warm for a challenge

don't think when tears form

yesteryear keeps a-steer "austere" strong

three takes means something 

but I kept it under the covers while running for nothing other than what I was with 

eyes wide blinked

sleeping for sake of need

bleeding with ease

making a wage, leaving a crease

in the next working man's pocket

opportunity knocks at a cost

keep us lost 

alas eye mouths hide hunger pains bought 

record stores were the days

with age brought a blade 

track blood on DYLANS direction home

thumbs out

the info highway where "wears" dirt on back roads in his book

that guy right there

with me

ya he's there

been for a minute

still thinking on leaving

not sure if he's there

leave him be 

next guest I guess gets the stare

wheres the list of next to be IT'S

tag that can in his hand as unfit for his talk

thinking big 

action small

walk it off with smoking candles topping the ice on cake

with strawberry filler

S

mak 

squeeze that face on a milk carton

last cigarettes become  a second hand parking lot bench

last call binge precede

chirping early birds wake at four without last nights baggage

medicine cabinets keep my secret sacred in the a.m

down the hatch it went

park my borrowed hat with the mullet I bought 

along with dripping barbecue sauce to spice it UP!!!!

last call sights kid on corner center saying i know him...

for reasons of credible  closure

closer than I am now after putting it off

for last second planning..kick the ball already panzy

out the back door with that patty cake patty cake

repeat to me at mulligans on a latter day

stay...stating I had no belief

before arguing with you

know...wow

I hardly know what day lay ahead

I just know petchouli leaves are obnoxious

and broken cars are dropping like the flies at my house]

after a weekend of...what was that about

then a mail order type of bride bribes you to log on line for link patties

with an ass that looked good while I was ImPervious to the WIDE ANGLE LENS close up

robust records took the damage to my jobs last beckon calling card

my macbook makes me happy when I spell macbook and it shows proper spelling

for the first time in ages... damn slang is ruining the minds of.......lace them with strick 09

the year will be great if we do

throw a butt at a stranger 

tell the waitress or waiter whats up

while the beach is days beginning

and idle hands become some strange way of telling you

asthma inhalers are pipes

wear bad toes and achey knees in public

loving and frustrated till the music plays then  PEACE

the night is black white and blank all at once

shutdown mode never seemed so easy

but it comes in threes every time around this year

so STAy AWare   

and pay the fang and ding dong a favor by waving at the wall

admiring the fill in between where you were when david lynch broke it down

and eminem became part of the Wu tangs next living legend tour

sure you sounded decent to those who never looked where you threw em off last

its apple pie in america that rains on my parade

and the foreigners keeping my ears to the beat of a new wish

I hold it hard as a motherless 37 year old chick 

who feeds my insecure details with derailing fine print