I Think I Know

I think I understand why dogs go insane

Why they howl at night 

Deriding unknown gods with their wails

I think I know why it hurts so much

We live, breathe and die

Just as a vehicle of suffering 

I think I know why we dream

These thoughts bubbles in mind-drums

Escaping into the night, screaming

I think I know why people kill

They want to feel something

That is better than love or lust

I think I know why 

I think I know

But I know not

Why poetry needs to make sense

Why can't we drown in beauty

And breathe in deliverance. 

Who Cares for Perfection?

let us be rotten to the core

let us never be sure

let us be fueled by action

let us ignore the perfection

we know we'll never attain it

it's a goal we'll never gain it

so let us stop the inaction

and let go of perfection

we need something tangible 

we need something bearable

we need something to hold

we need something bold

but we keep chasing a dream

through the rivers and streams

we go with flow, but we don't know

perfection is always a no go

you can ask why that would be right

because perfection is end to the fight

it's all about said and done

how can you improve perfection?

defocused

psychedelic misinterpretations

psychosomatic invitations

it all drifts, with the flow

faster as we go, as we go

do we really know?

the thoughts within?

the price of a smile?

the chemistry of sin?

questions are good

she said

ask me a question

i nodded my head

but i had no question

so i just stared

at her

till my eyes defocused

and she blurred

into butterflies and sunshine.

When the night is dark

When the night is dark

Words rush in

From crowded corners

Where they hide

Forgotten and scared 

Of everything

But with the lights off

It's open season

They seek no rhyme

Follow no reason

When away from the keys

And pen and paper

Words rush in

As brightness tapers

The crawl under the skin

In fingers 

In hair

Tangled, we dream

But they disappear

As morning light

Silently appears

Throwing It All Away

I am throwing it all away

These responsibilities

There will just be the road

Under my shoes

Me in those shoes

I will walk, I will walk

Till the soles rot away

Till the soul breaks out

From the shell it is caught in

I need to give it time

So I'll walk

Away from these responsibilities 

And everything

Watched Me Burn

When I fought the dragons
When I swam the seas
When I burned in fires
Were you even thinking of me?

Pretty one
Sweet child
How could you
Stay wild?

I was lying in the pits of darkness
I was dying, slowly out of breath
All I needed was a touch
But maybe I asked too much

Then I crawled deep under my ashes
My wounds filled with rotting worms
I dreamed, of your fleeting warmth
While you watched me burn

For Fuck's Sake

After the stories are told
All complaints are old
The suicide hotline is cold
Who will listen to you now?

You've complained all year
While others lived in fear
For your dark shadow to clear
Can you see the setting sun now?

You've fucked up every source
Screamed till you were hoarse
Now you tap angry code in morse
Where is your voice now?

The blood has run dry
The razors are cold, so cold
You can't even cry
Are you feeling bold?