1.The Small Hours
What can you sacrifice？
Without dilution
of introspect, integrity and call it all your own.
A unique identity.
An inane obscenity
to formulate a work with such little knowledge of the world.
Self indulgent and inconclusive.
Does it represent something of us all？
Not virtuous a contradiction.
Exhausting repetition until nothing can be heard.
A lack of dedication perseverance without indication.
As if every fleeting word is a measure of your worth.
2.Non Monumental
Wince at thoughts of these half cocked expressions,
as these are the sums of our years of warily waking.
Tried and true is the waste in investments.
Our eyes need to feed but our head see's a difference.
Turning aside the surface is pensive.
All these fillers and fray are consuming.
As far removed as we are there's still distance.
Trying to reach or call out is endless.
Turning aside the surface is pensive.
All these fillers and fray are consuming.
As far removed as we are there's still distance.
Trying to reach or call out is endless.
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
As we are.
3.Means Of Buoyancy
The faces we have worn adrift the seas of acquaintance.
The lies we can't control, smiling as we sink to the bottom.
Tongue tied, we retrace the lines and cross we create.
What's one, what's one more？
The viscous ties initiate.
Conquered, alleviated. Secured in meaning.
Senseless and seething, torn.
A hollow connection we have born.
Misdirection guides us all.
So where's the sense in the sense of community？
The people have all worn lining the depths of the bottom.
All tongue tied we retrace the lines we cross create.
What's one, what's one more？
4.Fair Well
I wish these were the first words that I heard,
'Welcome in dear stranger,'
but the red ran fast of their hands.
Slight of hand receive／emit the coarse
and timely candor.
With forked tongues and unkind eyes.
It wastes in smiles.
Wrapped in tooth and fang.
Designed deception.
Hanging like the lit neon signs.
Have we all come unhinged.
Faceless apathetic.
I thought once we were as one.
But now,
most seems focused on the aesthetics.
Wrought with indecision. Iron lines draw a hard division.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
Raise up fall fast once more around.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
Raise up fall fast once more around.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
5.Dust ＆ Desire
Goodbye you bastard.
Good luck motherfucker.
It was out of the water
and I wished I had drowned.
And it's the greatest mistake.
Wounds neatly placed.
I lacked steady hands
not injuries.
I read on scraps of paper,
'I'm simple, desperate. Fell down again
last night, laughed it off this morning,'
and I wondered when
I read on scraps of paper,
'The weight of words bring burden to the tongue
and the taste lays me down,'
and I wondered when...
Words were unforgettable.
Actions are unforgivable.
Words were unforgettable.
Actions are unforgivable.
Voice is the reason
but your voice didn't sound.
The sounds the limit
and the limit is the ground.
These hands can't help me,
these hands aren't willing.
I stand beside myself
to finally get some air
or else I'd choke.
I should probably swallow now.
In the end they are
still residing in my head
I should know by now.
To finally let them out.
6.Drinks Are Our Amnesty
It doesn't take these graceful feats to restrain these thirsts,
but I am dry of lust and haste and indifference.
O' this undying thirst is corrosive.
My trust falls on liars words.
Please fix these hands these walls. All of them destitute.
I will drown in these words. And in each kiss and drink we
confide.
What will survive these, once star stricken eyes now blurred？
And with each kiss and each drink watch these friends subside.
7.Paper Lions
Listless and observing.
Flicker and await.
Is this all that soothes them？
Watch in scorn.
What's in these words,
exchanged without comprehension？
It's settled in
the unsettling.
Disregard of compassion.
The ways they fall and they stumble.
Hesitate and thrive in few.
Derived in the egocentric.
Ostracized by self.
They ways we sway and we retract.
Wallow in all that's destitute.
Thieving, crawling and tearing.
To what expense or end？
What reckless accord？
Countless steps between ideological views.
These may be the last breaths between us.
8.From The Throat
Breathless, gasping as the days are swallowed.
Rundown and followed by the indecisive.
Intact are these staggered letters, haunting.
None of them ever teeming with desire.
Left trying to find a few more chances.
With countless ways to keep them buried.
This might be what were taking with us.
Faltered insights tattered view.
Perception's restless.
Swallowed and Buried.
I welcome everything I invited.
Perception is skewed by the waiting.
Left trying to find a few more chances.
With countless ways to keep them buried.
This might be what were taking with us.
Faltered insights tattered view.
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