GALLERY
I am living proof,
that in eye of indecision
we will dwell up
in the rule.
Indemnify for what
we've seen,
and resignation is us
splitting at the seams.
From here in to
eternal life is where
I stop to breathe.
Oh, my grateful hand
cannot extend,
but if you enter me
there's basis for an end.
And in the sky
we stop and stare,
at our Pollyanna filling up
the air.
Dive straight in to the
ocean,
Get blistered by the
sun.
Your ideas of safety,
escaping,
have been
lost in the body of
one.
In the embrace of
life we've been saved,
our knowledge of science
is grave.
These doctors and patients
define us,
as incessant life approaches
beside us.
The wellspring, it closes,
the manifestation of me it
proposes.
It's wild inside them,
the gallery has broken
in silence.
BUFFALO MEN
We can emigrate,
in to the firmer state
of man.
But it will be too late,
because the sight of
shifting eminence is
hard to understand.
And if your wish is
coming true,
my blessings are for
you.
They live inside the
confines of elevated
truth.
My little jumping blood
cell's future is for me,
A place that only
happens in the story
underneath.
And in the open field,
there is a fundamental
place they stand.
God has only ears,
so he can kiss the brow
and smile upon the
faces of his land.
20/40
In the ocean of the sky,
despondent nature in
my eyes.
And when my back's
up straight,
the openness of breathing's
great.
We've seen swill and
paradise,
floating clouds, rolling eyes.
And in the back and forth,
the trans-mundane has
taken course.
In fact,
I see,
This land,
will breathe,
The sky,
The trees.
And in companionship
and strife,
proper stature,
sift through life.
They can break us down,
build us up back through
the ground.
I see the bird with broken
legs,
flying higher everyday,
and with my strength and
mind,I crave that bird and all
it finds.
GOLD SKIN
In to us fade,
bright lights and jade.
We see ourselves,
as without age.
Moving forward to the
sun,
Sifting through while
color runs.The face perceiving
breathes and shakes.
My hand is steady,
consuming aches.
But the only thing
that you see in his
eyes,
Is the fear, the reflection
of human less skies.
How can we provide
the idea of me?
Fucking kill myself slow
while I meet with the flees.
FUR
Black screaming ravens,
bleeding, the innocent.
I am an infant.
Chewing the oak skin.
Why have we met?
This can't be real.
The end is now,
Soon you and I.
Fathom the question,
drinking the black sea.
Claw out your pupils,
Sight is a joke.
Who am I, what have I
done?
In the blackness of
the sun
I see stars and revel in
places seen and places
been.
Where will we be,
I don't know.
Here's a thing we'll
never show:
I will never be afraid,
future's gone and past
will fade.
This can't be real.
The pain ends now,
soon you and I.
GET FUNK'D
I get down,
open space.
Lifting up,
string and lace.
I've seen the skin and
I can't say
whether or not it
goes away.
In my place,
outer space,
everything.
Just the war,
don't be scared.
Thoughts we had,
thing again.
Yeah,
open space,
lifting up,
string and lace.
Please don't do,
this inside.
Cause the fear
Is in your face.
CATARACTS
We live where isolation
knows, an indirection that its
shows.
I wish that I could see
you just one more time.
Haruspex in the face,
in the front and behind.
We nourish everything
we see.
My eyes have gone,they're just like me.
LEATHER LIPS
Inside the conciliating
grove,
a heavy honesty will blow
A wind discumbers all my
slack,
To touch my face and touch
my back.
Just for once in his life,
He's got someone
who needs,
the situation and strife,
that the paradox leaves.
The only thing that I can't
see.
Is fascination within me.
To move around, to move
about,
It won't suffice, won't make
us proud.
I know the willow sits and
weeps.
The elderly won't learn to
sleep.
And though the basis of
our kind,
is to describe not to define.
COLORS
Strapped to a gurney,
soon to be,
rectified.
Surgery with feeling.
Tearing.
NORTHBOUND SLUG
Feckless dispute overthrown,
underneath my sunday
skipping stone.
Wearing down beneath my
hand,
faith is seeded somewhere in
the sand.
And in my recollection I,
have sought after the one
thing I can't try.
But hopelessness it follows
and it trails,
It sees me for the way I
can't prevail.
I have given all I have,
to live and conquer
values I have had.
But I will be put down,
like I know I should.
I know I should.
And inside of open
doors,
the child in me racks
its brain and more.
All the world will phase
me, I look fine.
And this just takes us
back and forth,
its something I'd
encourage if you know.
FEAR OF FROZEN FOODS
I've got style
from head down to my
toes.
But what we've done,
well no one really knows.
In my dream
I can't even see.
Fear I know,
steps inside of me.
Move my ears,
Swelling at the seams
I've got style
but everybody knows,
that what we've done,
it never really shows.
Backed down and ripped
through his hair.
Silence void, everywhere.
In themselves, in the way
we have seen
It's all they say
I am living proof,
that in eye of indecision
we will dwell up
in the rule.
Indemnify for what
we've seen,
and resignation is us
splitting at the seams.
From here in to
eternal life is where
I stop to breathe.
Oh, my grateful hand
cannot extend,
but if you enter me
there's basis for an end.
And in the sky
we stop and stare,
at our Pollyanna filling up
the air.
Dive straight in to the
ocean,
Get blistered by the
sun.
Your ideas of safety,
escaping,
have been
lost in the body of
one.
In the embrace of
life we've been saved,
our knowledge of science
is grave.
These doctors and patients
define us,
as incessant life approaches
beside us.
The wellspring, it closes,
the manifestation of me it
proposes.
It's wild inside them,
the gallery has broken
in silence.
BUFFALO MEN
We can emigrate,
in to the firmer state
of man.
But it will be too late,
because the sight of
shifting eminence is
hard to understand.
And if your wish is
coming true,
my blessings are for
you.
They live inside the
confines of elevated
truth.
My little jumping blood
cell's future is for me,
A place that only
happens in the story
underneath.
And in the open field,
there is a fundamental
place they stand.
God has only ears,
so he can kiss the brow
and smile upon the
faces of his land.
20/40
In the ocean of the sky,
despondent nature in
my eyes.
And when my back's
up straight,
the openness of breathing's
great.
We've seen swill and
paradise,
floating clouds, rolling eyes.
And in the back and forth,
the trans-mundane has
taken course.
In fact,
I see,
This land,
will breathe,
The sky,
The trees.
And in companionship
and strife,
proper stature,
sift through life.
They can break us down,
build us up back through
the ground.
I see the bird with broken
legs,
flying higher everyday,
and with my strength and
mind,I crave that bird and all
it finds.
GOLD SKIN
In to us fade,
bright lights and jade.
We see ourselves,
as without age.
Moving forward to the
sun,
Sifting through while
color runs.The face perceiving
breathes and shakes.
My hand is steady,
consuming aches.
But the only thing
that you see in his
eyes,
Is the fear, the reflection
of human less skies.
How can we provide
the idea of me?
Fucking kill myself slow
while I meet with the flees.
FUR
Black screaming ravens,
bleeding, the innocent.
I am an infant.
Chewing the oak skin.
Why have we met?
This can't be real.
The end is now,
Soon you and I.
Fathom the question,
drinking the black sea.
Claw out your pupils,
Sight is a joke.
Who am I, what have I
done?
In the blackness of
the sun
I see stars and revel in
places seen and places
been.
Where will we be,
I don't know.
Here's a thing we'll
never show:
I will never be afraid,
future's gone and past
will fade.
This can't be real.
The pain ends now,
soon you and I.
GET FUNK'D
I get down,
open space.
Lifting up,
string and lace.
I've seen the skin and
I can't say
whether or not it
goes away.
In my place,
outer space,
everything.
Just the war,
don't be scared.
Thoughts we had,
thing again.
Yeah,
open space,
lifting up,
string and lace.
Please don't do,
this inside.
Cause the fear
Is in your face.
CATARACTS
We live where isolation
knows, an indirection that its
shows.
I wish that I could see
you just one more time.
Haruspex in the face,
in the front and behind.
We nourish everything
we see.
My eyes have gone,they're just like me.
LEATHER LIPS
Inside the conciliating
grove,
a heavy honesty will blow
A wind discumbers all my
slack,
To touch my face and touch
my back.
Just for once in his life,
He's got someone
who needs,
the situation and strife,
that the paradox leaves.
The only thing that I can't
see.
Is fascination within me.
To move around, to move
about,
It won't suffice, won't make
us proud.
I know the willow sits and
weeps.
The elderly won't learn to
sleep.
And though the basis of
our kind,
is to describe not to define.
COLORS
Strapped to a gurney,
soon to be,
rectified.
Surgery with feeling.
Tearing.
NORTHBOUND SLUG
Feckless dispute overthrown,
underneath my sunday
skipping stone.
Wearing down beneath my
hand,
faith is seeded somewhere in
the sand.
And in my recollection I,
have sought after the one
thing I can't try.
But hopelessness it follows
and it trails,
It sees me for the way I
can't prevail.
I have given all I have,
to live and conquer
values I have had.
But I will be put down,
like I know I should.
I know I should.
And inside of open
doors,
the child in me racks
its brain and more.
All the world will phase
me, I look fine.
And this just takes us
back and forth,
its something I'd
encourage if you know.
FEAR OF FROZEN FOODS
I've got style
from head down to my
toes.
But what we've done,
well no one really knows.
In my dream
I can't even see.
Fear I know,
steps inside of me.
Move my ears,
Swelling at the seams
I've got style
but everybody knows,
that what we've done,
it never really shows.
Backed down and ripped
through his hair.
Silence void, everywhere.
In themselves, in the way
we have seen
It's all they say
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