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