Opposable Forces

Why do I die at the end of the day?

I won't have it.

Skulls and crossbones are tragic 

Always come home to havoc

Watch my grandma dump her son 

In the form of ash and bone fragments

From a plastic bag into the sound

Until it got cold and stagnant

I hold a magnet that attracts negative energy

Welcoming it with open arms

My predators remember me

As the one who kills with kindness

They keep a safe distance

The yin and yang isn't the same

Opposable forces face resistance

Taste the bitterness in my sweet talk

Sour pusses claimed assault

When I sugar coat my words

They take it with a grain of salt

It isn't my fault

I'm just trying to resurrect the Dead Sea

Then slowly work my way onto dry land

Bring back my family 

I put dirt into my Brita

Hoping to purify the earth

Soiled myself until I felt clean

Didn't reassure my rebirth

I'm dying here...

Can't you see that I'm dying!

This is killing me

Feeling guilty about plans for a children free environment

It will be elderly in its entirement 

I invent long-life-live dynasties

Cancel chances of retirement

And that's fine with me...

I'm willing to make sacrifices.

This is my permission slip slash mission statement

Dotted lines aren't hard to sign

When science is religions replacement

Let us pray to the test tube

And baptize ourselves in distilled water

As we dance around the Bunsen burner

Give me litmus paper so may write my signature

I promise to not ever procreate if they find a cure

Hysterectomies and vasectomies for all

Spaid and neuter your animal instincts

Cut off your balls.

Immortality has your manhood injured...

Now all I'm left with is my word.

Sound-Powerful

Grace, the negative space is where the body meets the mentor

The borderline between what you perceive as real

What you really perceive is the appeal of mere mortals

I travel portals on a rite to passage

Two parts pacifist, one part born savage

Three parts of a whole man, woman, child aborted

The ex-bar fight escorted into obscurity

Urgency

Emergency lights flash 

As my body crashes, solid matter to fecal bits

I pick up the pieces of a broken reality

And cut my fingers on jagged pieces of technicality

They're mining iron from my blood and I'm deficient

Need my commentary explicit and I wish it would stop

I'm optimistic as one man can be

But I'm married to myself and looking for a family

Dysfunctional measures are the pleasures I parallel

Like having stimuli in water, instead of eating well

Behind these clouds is the sun that I need to grow

Kissing for romance, instead of luring with mistletoe

I cut the rings and counted all the years passed

Reminisce on my visions and the dreams that I smashed

to shards

Give me the car to the guy with the sickle on it

I'll be more useful than a carriage or baby bonnet

These parallel realities are getting the best me

So I'm juggling the motives and fucking with divine destiny

The best of me and my angels are part fear

So I close the window on my ego and watch time disappear

Her eyes sparkle like hope and I'm jealous

Overzealous, impatient

And tired of playing the patron

Doctor, please give me a god to believe in

Or at least an ounce of recognition for all that I've done

Because up to this point I've made it all by myself

But the cupboards are empty

And there are no trophies on the shelf

And the level pressure is enough to make my ears pop

As the last sand of the hour glass mixes with my teardrops