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

Based On The Above

Good morning breath
Retrieve its intense accidents
Left me in the dust
How didn’t I notice?
This is a laughter
It’s a mini chapter
A twisted disaster
Shoot for the stars
The sun paid me to do it
This is all real
Reaching for a curvier road then we have encountered before
Sound the alarm
Run to where it’s warm
She insisted that I learn
Telling me and teaching me are two different things
And I pack enough culture to strengthen wings
So now it’s all about the wind in my face
The race is quickening
Imagining the only reaction is her satisfaction...
Tell me again you love the color of my brown eyes
And I will tell you with a straight face that not once have I cried
I have seen the experience and have questioned the way that things work
All philosophy still hasn’t proved to me the real answer on why it hurts
Punching, kicking, screaming
None of this will bring me an ending
That compares to a storybook, but all it took was a crushed second
To know that it wasn’t you turns out I have great imagination
It’s so distant that I walk around in my own circulation
Based on the above
The truth is used in emergency situations
She only cared about my spontaneous, religious fascinations
Needless to say that big question can sometimes be your solution
Because I have walked two-hundred and seventeen steps away from institution
With the words as clear as day, sometimes it still doesn’t become clear
The simple things that we enjoy, are still the concepts that we fear
I hear music, or should I say that once in my life I heard?
But only have to think of robbery, if that situation hadn’t occurred
Wasted feelings, wasted pride, and wasted lust, and wasted touch
The scenery we must change, so as humans we would not care so much
Why should anyone bother?
I need no explanation on how the pain works.
Am I familiar to the phase? Because I am the one who constructed your world.

[Dedicated to my torturer]

Nation of Destiny

Open up your brain and talk directly at the world.
Are they challenging us to a warrior's clash?
Titans will fall and a visible touch will be exchanged
Due to the fact that we exist on the narrow touch plane.
Unfamiliar concepts, dressed up with candy for all the children
Wiping a new tear from off my brow.
Controlling the energy from sunrise to sundown
Pick up my voice and dip it in immortality,
The noise I make is human and the effects are so emotional.
I live off the gift that dominantly exists,
And with a kiss of death and healing god's breath
Painting with my fingertips,
Bleeding out from being out in the gallows,
Warning, the U.N.G pool is too shallow.
We are adding new species to the water.
The harder they are the better they convert.
Put faces in the canvas to give this picture texture.
A primitive obsession to give lessons
When the visible weapons leave you lost in the winds of change,
Praying for still air.
Let's record, marry, and dictate a new opinion,
Walk the way we run, speak the way we teach,
Follow the break and listen until there are no more drums to seek.
Not worth the effort, mention this global minimum of art
The first step in a new creation order.
I'll take you at a young age and erase all the words that have been force fed
Give you animal instincts and wings that come out when provoked,
Build up an anatomy of unbreakable spirit and unmatched strength!
A smaller brain with a larger capacity,
A love for poetry and sculptures,
Manners and a writing hand that never tires,
A daily dose of suffering and suffocating,
A hate for computers and the evil that they make,
But a love for technology and the way it makes the world shake,
An education of humanity, to build up your personality,
We will be family and a nation of destiny!
We will rise and paint everything in our path!
You bring support into this process.
This will be our first experiment
And if it goes well...
We will breed and feed the science to all the others who have lost other options.
This is what we've been waiting for, this our chance, our tribal conquer.
From pole to pole, documents that foreshadow our control.
Make our own conspiracies and have a pencil that draws an inner circle.
All to be dominant, all to be comfortable, all to be majority, all to be heard,
This violence will stop violence, no legends with exaggeration
Every color and every type of direction.
It's enough devotion to stay and turn to our goal.
We must control sound, sight, dawn and night
And get a list of prospects and new ports
And subjects that have a lost pattern in their walk
Blocking these signals to counter-attack their intelligence
A stuffed shirt and a narrow-minded apocalypse.
We won't call it revolution, it's obvious!
We will call it the solution!
The answer to a sleepless paranoid delusion!
We will be strong and immune to human manipulation!
Respond to all the hallucinations!
For every one of the laws, we will have an excess of a million
For every soldier, we will have one warrior civilian.
Putting the continents back together,
So all forms can communicate and collapse the walls of war,
So we can all together generate and it's the novel of new times.
We are here to save everything that we are and we know,
I will bleed on the seed of culture so my new race will grow.

[Not] All Who Wander Are Lost (This title is pending)

Making love In our fathers' Intent to fall victim to sisters of cousins who have nephews who breed with elephants and the forests are burning
all the monkeys are running for the hills
chill up your backside,
do you feel the difference between leather and polyester?
the Infamous doctors told me you have a lot to offer!
the crazy weirdo community,
so I continued on a journey,
I had first tried to accomplish,
I put my rabbit on a leash and took to the river,
I floated on the bunny until we entered rapids, watching for the falls,
I pinched myself and woke up still strapped to my bed
If it was kinky that would be one thing
but I’m here for what they call…medical reasons
they are the different ones
everyone drools but they make a big deal when mine Is excessive
I think me and the world compliment each other
I make macaroni necklaces and the world is always spinning constructive behaving Is what I’m saving for the bilingual flamingos,
they are the keepers of all the secrets
hopefully they can tell me what happened, when my sanity was abandoned,
shit my lips aren’t even moving
knock, knock. who’s not there? where’d you go? oh yeah I couldn’t see you in all the first place.
Ms. Sebbie got me a day pass
to look at all the beautiful pads of paper
thats the coincidence
do you listeners’ sometimes have accidents?
Sorry I was making nonsense, talking crazy words with big pronunciation
I forgot my map to North America so I couldn’t find Halifax
I have been wondering around in the woods for eight days yelling that “I’m lost, diiig.”
escapism is what I need and I know the truth and I will speak it!
running up to pretty girls saying “I have a secret.”
“Intentional” and “premeditated” are such overused phrases
besides I’m not like you and don’t work on the methods
where are your drinking fountains, my rabbit is thirsty
and I need to fix the e-brake
for purple lips’ sake,
let’s all be rational!
and I will suggest to face the risky ideas
clearly we shot past the future
so we reached the classic history
man It’s hot in here.
or Is It just your staring eyes?
you are the ugliest billy goat that I’ve ever laid eyes upon!
have you read the setlist, you’re on next! some two foot flares with this set.
Hey pretty mama cutie, you got a date for eternity?
I figured that line was hit or miss.
and If that doesn’t work I will Impress with a medicated performance on a broken piano and a concerto of fancy cups and barbecue chips
missing seconds without any earmuffs
paul, rob, and rich great minds think different
that’s why we hear summersaults and bowling
port-o-potties and sunbirth
the mystery we are holding Is about to take a drastic turn
my trip was worth the view
and the propellers that were stolen from fans
I got to touch a pro seven so now I’ll never wash my hands
paradise and a cozy sofa
ecstasy and a new set of running shoes
the simple things that have created myth and society makes me moon walk In circles
so I’ll decide who’s not fit here to own a llama
I can’t help but think about all those poor innocent retards who work from 9 to 5
staring at a computer screen
I get to watch cartoons and live in other worlds
It’s war In these here brain cells and the weather feels great
I’m ready to freebase the pez and lick the painting off the plate
laugh, It’s serious, cry, It’s hysterical, chaos of emotions, wrapped In a comical manuscript
consider this a narrative that explains the genius of true meaning
maybe I’m fully awake and the rest of the world Is dreaming….

Untitled 2

Release me out of my jeans
Let me destroy
Did you see the way he was looking at you
Hit him push him do something
I swear to god
If you turn the other cheek then it's over
You might as well die
What good are you to defend yourself
And the pride you carry around your neck
Why should I be quiet
Call me by my name when you are speaking to me
Without me your edge is gone
Without me you'd be scared
Break something this isn't fair
Why should they talk to you like that
No more hour glasses,
I'm allergic to salt water
Let's slaughter all things in a 2 mile radius
Hate is us and if fuels our divine fire
Take another step towards the confrontation
This is my favorite part,
Let's create a way to start
Death is impossible and we are invincible
So there is nothing tougher than our image
I grow fond of the anger stranger than the others
I come when you least expect
Torment is our cause it's a job well done
Torture our opponents we know the world as they know it
Listen to me and do everything that I wish
Then we'll dominate claim privilege to all the things we see
You don't use me enough
I come out to rescue you and this is the thanks I get?
I never get recognized for my brilliance
Only the pain and destruction and the negative effects I cause to the ---innocent
Let the temperature rise, lets get psychotic
Intimidate, get a reputation for being untouchable
And I am the voice of no turning back the strength when you attack
I'm here forever
Never forget I control you
And god gave me the on and off switch
and I use it for your own good
These others do nothing for you
With me we advance, & collect scars, walk tall, & talk about ---whatever we want
I have watched you grow and collect power
Now it's time to use the immortal decisions
And the moment is only half of what we want
The energy is our destiny grab as much as you can
Without thinking about the sand I was given birth to teasing and ---abuse
Now we all face the truth!
Without me you are nothing!
So acknowledge my existence
So you can never distance yourself from the things that keep you ---alive
Sit back and get ready my student
The ride is going to be painful and incredible intense
We walk as two but we will leave as one set of tortured footprints.

Heavenly [Walls] of a Bathroom (Stall)

i want the world
and i want You
i want You right
NOW

perhaps its the way You (touch
my shoulder) or the way
You lick Your [lips] so much:
or better yet how You say
“I want to fuck you until you need a crutch!”

O! how i love when You shove
me into a bathroom wall and grab my crotch:
rip my shirt off and toss it above
and open and close my belt at every notch*
oh how You are such a tease my love!

rub Your tongue gently down my spine
sending tingling pulsations throughout my body & mind
cuff me just like that (it’s quite fine)
your devious eyes and mine are perfectly aligned
i shout for You to “do it already!” as i pine:

drips of Your love juice potion
to slowly roll down the bumps of my tongue
you arch your back and scream in one quick motion
my eyes roll back into my skull as if i had just been hung
(dear god may i never sail this entire ocean)

i must wonder are You just another [beautiful psycho]…
or my perfect (twisted soul mate)
sent to bring me back to life: ohhhhhhhh
never let me go even if You begin to hate
because without You i am no more.

I once loved your emphatic nature

I once loved your emphatic nature
but now I am not so sure…
Perhaps it is your false demure
or better yet your tessiture
(the sound of a siren –
I hope to one day drown).

We once made love in the prelature,
BREAKING the bounds of culture
BREAKING free from all the pressure
but it seems your ONLY goal is pleasure.

your love is fast and premature
expedited like your naked exposure
this is your accelerated-adventure
do not stop just because of this failure!

We simply were not made to endure.
The trials and tribulations of this [enclosure].
So let us toast just so we may ensure.
That this remains the final fissure.

I stand, once again, a lonely figure…
ahead of me though, a quite bright future.
Finally free from any single indenture
or even some form of ligature
(in search of someone who might –
BREAK me free from myself).

Untitled

I was perusing the folder on my computer filled with my writings and came across this old gem. Never could think of an appropriate title for it. God I am a pretentious little shit aren't I?

I scream out a victorious yawp,
From the depths of my viscera chasms.
I am at the crux of my existence.
The travail of all this is supposedly
The transcendental form of life.
My skeletal structure is being masticated,
In the arctic, Lilliputian teeth of this machine.
This primal instinct is ever pervading.
The feeling of raw, unfiltered energy
Penetrates the essence of my being.
The stoma extends to a snout,
My contrivances for chewing,
They acuminate for laceration.
My limbs become stuporous and anesthetized.
They crook, arc, bow, and deviate
From their prior angles.
Finally their curvature sets
Simply to the inverse of their original position.
I gyrate, reel, and undulate,
Suffering from the affliction of a paroxysm.
Throughout my epidermic layer sprout,
Atramentous and ashen tinted vibrissae.
This is the omega rung in my metamorphosis.
With all my vigor and no restraint,
I extricate myself from the belly of the mechanical beast.
To manumit myself from this construct,
And transcend the layers of the Inferno.
I begin to respire...
And the gustation of artless air streams in.
Dynamic energy flows abundantly.
It wafts, waves, whisks, and whirls about me.
Inexorable sensations and cosmic vibrations,
They ring throughout my protoplasm.
I tumble to the clement ground,
And pant out of exultation.

Lost In My Head

Gotta' go mister, your heart gave up
A little bored now and I can't tell you what I'm thinking of
Been living in an ash tray and sucking life out of the air
Moving on and wishing I was anywhere at all
At aaaaallllllllll.

Gonna' carry it a lifetime but you knew everything you had to give
Gonna' chase with light-kind and you don't have a thing to worry for
To worry for

Gotta' a hole in your head too big and leaking fast
For which you don't have an answer
Come down in my world
Get spun around and lose everything else
Because I am naked, I am failing fast
And you never got it back again
Just let it rot inside your head

Because I was cursed by the sight
I was in awe of the sun
And you get left behind, you got left behind
And I got stuck inside myself
And you got it all but figured out
We cave in, in on ourselves.

Go here to listen:
http://mymusicstream.com/molecularvisions/
Note: My friend John is the one singing because my vocal abilities are utter crap.

Pawn

So I wrote a song for the first time in years. I'm going to see if I can go record this at my friend's house. I'll post it if I do. Enjoy.

And I am not your path to glory
I'm just a sallow, sunken thing
You are a certain distraction
And I am not listening

There were times
with our heads against the wall
Those weren't times at all

And I am an architect of empty thoughts
You are a pawn in this game
And how do you get home
And how do you get home
And how do you get home from this
And how do you get home
And how do you get Hoooooooome
And how do you get home from this.

Go here to listen:
http://mymusicstream.com/molecularvisions/
Note: My friend John is the one singing because my vocal abilities are utter crap.

Bloodstained Carpets & Little Lies

Warning to my readers: This is not reflective of me. This is simply inspired by the curiosity I have to know what it is like inside the mind of a sociopath. Hope you can still enjoy.

Kissing lips,
Crashing cars,
Oh my stars...

Gently glide across the hardwood floor
Tiny little creeks of that oak drawn board
The warm rushing water calms me down.
Your bloodstained carpets and holy crown.
Oh how good it felt to destroy your face.

Splitting lips, cracking bones, burning skin.
Oh me, oh may, oh my, where to begin?
Grab the knife and press it gently in.
Tongue slowly licks away the taste of sin.
The reason I do this is for me and my kin.

I start to jump...up and down,
Crush your ribs and your fragile mouth.
Oh how I wish I had done this long ago.
Whacking with my bat, to and fro.
And now it's time for one last go....

The soft whirring of my saw begins at last.
Oh how I wish I could make this last and last.
But now it's time to cut your limbs off,
Head to toe.
Toss your little parts into my garbage, Oh!
Now...forever...you lay to rest...
My ill begotten love...a fucking pest.

Night-Caller

I watch as the spotlight sun
fades to black.
The stars take center stage,
as the night sky rolls in.
My night-caller dials my dreams,
as she prays for the sun's return.
The hope pours out over her lips
like a cold days smoke.
As I am trapped inside
my love boat dream,
sailing the milky sea
I promise and preach
the healing power of love
that I am yet to know,
as if I spoke the gospel.
"Alas we may never be free!"
I say as I cast my stones
at crystal castles.
We accept ourselves as lepers
as they cleanse our skin with holy water
that stings with every drop.
The pressure forces me to deflate,
but her warmth and kindness
fill me with security.
I have discovered hope for the future
and that hope is her and others...
like us.

Mother's Milk

A roaring wind gives way
To a plastic autumn breeze
Bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
And yanks immortal stars awry

Stuck to glassy wax forever in time
Beauty only eye deep in her hand
Capture a moment with a flap
Wings flutter that startle the heart

Spinning hands wound tight
A spaceboy dream floats through
Lives like rollercoasters get off track
Skipping paper through the pond

We are just watching the rust grow
But will tell only time
Songs from ashes cause sadness
But it is the place to be

Heavenly bodies stuck in gravity.
Dancing on the starry ballroom floor
People come and people go
This is the last summer for free

Holy Ground

As I walk these hallowed grounds
I feel the sorrow of there desecration.
Forests fell and gave rise to this concrete jungle.
I stare at the cracks in the pavement.
The earth fights back as tiny blades
Force their way through minute holes.
My footsteps lack a feeling of genuine
And true reality, full of saccharin
And other artificial sweeteners.
I throw my shoes off and begin to feel
The soft, dew covered blades beneath
And in between my toes.
I breathe a sigh of relief and fill up
With nothing but pure gratitude for
Everything in my life.
I stare up into the night sky, I watch
The clouds drift idly by, stars disappear
Hidden by the thousands of city lights.
I beseech god and the universe
To please release to me their secrets.
I beg for my curse of hate to be lifted.
Suddenly it comes to me all at once.
Light spirals down and crashes into me.
I am lifted into the air, as the world spins.
I am filled with love and overwhelming emotions.
I am one, I am whole, I am complete.
Yet at the same time I am broken,
I am fragmented, and I am nowhere near
Complete.
But now I can see. I can see with eyes
Unclouded by hatred.
I feel my feet touch the ground once more.
I begin to move forward strafe by stride.
I understand finally. Just like that it vanishes.
A gentle wind blows and carries it all away.
A warrior is born, courageous and ready to lead.
I exit the concrete jungle,
I shove open the iron gates with incredible force
Into the unknown, I sail off.
I cross this border, pouring blood from my wounds.
At the edge of the forest I collapse.
Only love can save me now.

Countless Hours

All these countless hours drawing to a close, never
Ending, heading down the empty racks, running soft
And nimble fingertips down the cold, hard metal.
The tempest is rising, into the night sky, filling up
Like a tank about to reach its critical mass. Operatic
Tongues light ablaze, ready to sing the song of destiny.
Show me how to live, allow me to carry these battle scars
Torn asunder, the stitches cut right through, like a knife
Sinking into the softest tissue, pouring a crimson tide.
Jubilant laughter, echoing through the halls of my
Now forgotten school. Sitting idly, as the walls cover with
Jungle vines and the linoleum floors are replaced by
Rich, moist soil. I till the empty fields, sow them with seed
Of soul. How desperately I await for them to grow, to
Reap the sweet nectar filled fruits, spurting up from the
Shallow depths of my forgotten hallways. Fueled by
God, Love, and Light the tiny sproutlings push through,
Surface barriers are broken, as the roof of stagnation
Gives way to a cerulean sky. At long last having reached
Crowning heights, they shall flourish on their own.

A Sour Ode

We shed your skin
and tasted rebirth,

I'm a child with a craving
for your rejuvenating powers.
I tear at your soft flesh
with my razor teeth,
desperate
for your juices

I slice you into nice, clean
pieces,
enjoying the piece of mind
when life fills me up
with responsibility.

Your sticky residue fills me
with pleasure,
your nutrient rich fluids roll
down the bumps of my tongue,
playing with my taste buds
bursting like bubbles.

Jumping for joy at the sight
of the starfruit tree, I recall that day
in Cameron's backyard,
where a four year old
found a friend.

Unable To Explain

i bleed drops of Everclear,
and lick my wounds when i speak of life here,

i don't know how i do it...
everytime i speak to you,
i feel guilt.

i am unsure of myself
and the way i behave,
doing things i never wanted.

life is strange
when you stand for
something else,

something opposite
of the way you act.
destroying my,
soul-oh-so-slow;
regret.

i fill the hole,
with meaningless ritual
circadian rhythms,
swirl together
no sense of perspective.

but soon, i will
break free from
my chains.

I Wanted To Be A Garbage Man, But A Sailor Stole My Glove

We beseech thee!
Show us the way to be free,
as the sheep gild their precious lillies.
Take us on a journey,
and then loudly ask,
"Where is our love and our light?"

"Alive!
Alive!
Alive!
Alive in us!"

Oh How I Wish To Fly

Transcendent shadows peer over my shoulder
As I march with you to hallowed ground.
Oh how I never would have, nor wanted to...
I watch, as atlas shrugs from the weight.
I watch, as the straw breaks the camel's back.
I watch, as the water breeches the levee.
Your eyes pour forth like the fountains of Rome.
Another day living as Sisyphus.
But I promise you a land of milk and honey,
Someday we will leave this desert.