no mercy

even if you're listening

i'll never stop recording everything their

sayings sounds so familiar, it feels

like i wrote its sewing machine technology

into a stone or something

i hit myself in the forehead until the words were embedded, but they faded

i'm sorry if it hurts

i apologize, i didn't realize you felt it too

i'll be a little more gently

sipping tipping toeing arounding the butterflies wings

are many colors but this time i only see yellow

she wasn't scared

sis, did you see how close i got

did you know i was there?

i could feel something, i thought maybe you had something to show me

but somone's things are not necesarily carrying mine

and the words getting scrambled, so i think maybe ill stop moving my fingers, at least for a little while

they're doing all thge talking

tickling the tendrils, every time it feels the tune

i tuned the strings jsut right, at least to my standards

the e is twice as deep as the next one.

he play the--{

sam e-notes into

a trumpet or maybe not

maybe i like the saxaphone today

i cut my head off, can you lead me to the water?

wheres your head?

i lost mine too

well were gonna have to find someone with eyes to get us there

cuz i cant see [can] you? oh wait yeah, just take your mask off.

everythings cool. we can see, but dont tell them

itll be fun

see if they notice anything

maybe we'll run away like i said

we'll go camping every day, pitching tents in new locations

when the wind blows we wont mind the vibrations

of the her curtains, they're protecting us from the worst of it

be thankful

believe that everything painful

is worth it and if you take it with the even more worse curses in these verses i won't use em though

i'll let you fill in the blanks for yourself, is this pleasant?

enough already

i know you'r elistening i don't need to be bashful anymore and the top top tip top losers make thir mouths drop to the floor vaccum suction get every last piece of dust off the floor. is this cool, i'm just gonna describe exactly how i cleaned my room, you will see, nothing's hidden it's all out in the open, everythign where i need it

everythign exactly where you can see it, can you see anything suspicious,yeah i thougth maybe, i'm pretty sure you've always known and I don't need to say anything

It's cool I've stopped smoking

I know you were worried, all that smoke

drawing

attention, but what do you think I've been doing, I get scared sometimes, when I think about fire, but

because i've seen what they can do with it, that's enough

it woke me up

but i personally won't be flying in any plains

unless i'm walking with my own

feeling

the grass between my toes

it's always been greener over here

by the mountain

the sleeping bear

snoring a little louder than i can bare

skin and hunched backs

the cracks whithin collecting dirt

it's breaking now.

the dirrt fills it in the water soaks the dirt turning to mud sealing the crack

no one will ever know you were there

except for the mud in your hair

it give you away

take a bath, get the dirt out

i bought you a gift card, you know where to go.

9{[thank you sister]}0

Oprah, I Hope You Like This ['Cause I'd Really Like a Million Dollars]

So, we're trying something different.

You may have read what I've already written,

but I'm turning over a new leaf here to wipe our ass with.

Get it?

See, what I did,

I used a common phrase that you know,

and then I also referenced how when you're out in the wilder

-ness and don't have toilet paper you would use a leaf.

I also said the word ass 'cause it's funny

but[t] also maybe to shock you, if you have [false] virgin ears.

Maybe you didn't laugh.

Maybe it sounded hostile.

Maybe I don't know why it shouldn't have...

I'll try to watch my language. You never know who's listening. Who's watching. Who's example should you be leading by?

I don't know, I'm writing the book

write [right] now.

It's not done yet,

Jesus

hold onto your fuckin' taint.

Sorry, I swore again.

But--

fuck whatever,

why would I restrict myself?

Are you following me?

I know maybe you lose yourself in the language.

I do, too.

That's why I'm writing it down.

It's my map

my trail of bread crumbs to find my way back.

But maybe I'm just feeding the vultures

and before you know it, I'm lost in the woods.

But I'm not alone.

And if we all leave enough bread crumbs on the ground

the birds will fill themselves to the brim

because they can't help themselves.

All they do is help themselves

never stopping.

'Slow down, you might taste something'

But luckily they don't listen

and their bird brains

are easily distracted by shiny things.

They fly high above the water

gazing at their own reflections

but with a belly full of bread crumbs

they're too fat to fly high enough to believe that their soaring silhouette is still the image of perfection.

Let's keep them distracted with the promise of the upcoming election

The thought of sitting on a thrown

Everybody watching

It's what they've always wanted.

See what happens when you raise yourself up off the ground

is everything else looks smaller

making you feel so much taller,

but from this great distance

you, too, look like an ant

but, oh wait, you've already covered that

you've invaded our homes

you put giant boxes

ever growing boxes

to project your big dumb ugly fucking face

into our living rooms

you call this living?

we look more like zombies every day

mummies living in our tombs

surrounded by all our creature comforts

you feed us so we don't ask questions

[at least, not the right one's]

I'm not craving the taste of brains

I just want to feed my own

Do what you want with my remains

When I'm done, I'm done

and then it's yours

A silly thing for you to want, really.

What use is a body if it’s not moving?

If it’s not feeding itself to feed its head

it might as well already be dead

There’s more to this than feeling yourself

It’s feeling everything

It’s that knowledge you can’t find anywhere else

It’s that connectedness

The intertwining of roots

The sharing of water

It’s breathing the same air

It’s about knowing without even asking if you care

What good is peace if it’s only inside?

When you’re done helping yourself help yourself

could you help me out by explaining—

No, no, no, no,nonononono

I heard this already!

Didn’t you hear me?

OHMYFUCKING GOD!

SSSSSssss}—{hooooOOOOOOOOO

(    (    (( (  ((( (({o}—{{o}}—{o})) ))))  ))   )      )

Okay, okay okay okayokayokokokokkkkkkkk K

We’re back, I just need to explode a little bit,

but I’m done now

I’m ready, what do ya got for me?

Nothing?

What happened while I was gone?

CUT OUT YOUR F[or]KING TONGUE

maybe

he’s lost the language

maybe

he’s just stuck repeating

maybe

the words don't sound right in his mouth anymore

or maybe I’m a million miles high

and by the time they fall on your ears, baby

they've traveled too far

and their meaning's obscured

in the flaming debris of their tail

and the crater left behind

only wreckage

a reminder of every time I’ve ever failed

and the charred remains

will be a wonderful raw material

to work from

saves time and money

cleaning up your own mess

but I need to express

some things

meanings that can't be accessed

through the beating of drums

and twiddling thumbs

how do you get through the doldrums?

can I get a raw sum?

can you quantify the value

of every second I’ve spent

hoping you would hear what I’m trying to tell you

but most likely I’m speaking nonsense

and I’m just a step behind[or more[most likely more]]

and I just missed the last train out of here

and I don't even know where it's going

but I needed to get on it, and now

again

I don't know about now

now

and to tell the truth

I don't think you do either

I’m gonna take a wild guess that neither of us

by the end of this whole thing

will even remember what it was I was talking about

comforting huh?

it’s suddenly not such a big deal anymore

when you lose the key then lock the door

that’s why I create my own folklore

because then maybe you’ll picture something more

than the images they’re putting in your heads

and have you squirming late at night in your beds

what’s the thread count of your sheets?

oh 1,000?

yeah me too, I’ve a thousand more that I adore

more than my kids or this whore I married

yeah all those kids she carried

I’m in their heads long after I’m buried

and yeah that should make you worried

now the lines are getting blurry

I think it’s time we started purging

ourselves of everything

that they’ve been bringing to the table

I’ve been pealing back the labels

aren’t you sick of eating the same old

shit

it makes me sick

that’s why I’m so quick

to the point of vomiting out everything

through my finger tips

now gushing out from behind no longer pursing lips

I put my hand upon your hip

and when I sip

you sip

I slip inside your mind

and gently rip what I can find

that has been limiting

your perception of time

DNA was made to be rewritten.

Have you not heard of evolution.

Rewrite your story.

take control

I’m gonna be there when you let go.

THE SCOFF REBELLION

i'd desperately like to stand on a hill

overlooking a town

of which is a location of my past habitation

bare footed

wearing jeans and no shirt

covered in dirt

hair's a mess

smoking one last cigarette

perhaps i did something

perhaps i'm going to

perhaps i'm just leaving

'cause i'm bored

the look on my face is that of disgust

or maybe

as if, that you would say such a thing

like, i'm done listening

like, yeah, i've heard this before

like, can i go now?

perhaps smoke rises

scattered 'cross the landscape

perhaps it makes me smile

perhaps the tears commence to rising from the bottom of the wells.

my chest, it swells

rising and falling

slow.

controlled.

in time with the tolling

of the distant

nonexistent bells.

nowfranticinanonlsaughtofawareness:

WHATHAVEIDONE?

WHEREAMIGOING?

WHATDOIDONOW?

WASTHEREEVERAPLAN?

####[[[[[SSSSSSLAP]]]]]####

you're doing it again

just calm down

you're gonna be fine

remember what you told yourself

just lie

just lie

and smile

and

maybe you'll even have yourself beguiled

that should be enough

for a little while

really i'm just tired.

tired of dreaming.

lie down

and i wake up staring at the ceiling.

you're fading.

  [i hear a voice say]

where are you?

  [that's a good question.]

what happened?

  [i don't know.]

i wish you would come back.

 [i didn't think i'd gone anywhere.]

you haven't, you're just always somewhere else.

  [i'm sorry.]

you've changed since you've been with her.

  [ah come on, it's not her fault.]

you've been seeing her a lot lately.

  [yeah, so.]

it's not healthy.

  [says you.]

you know better.

  [yeah... i do.]

well then?

  [i'll change.]

you say that now.

  [i mean it now.]

what about tomorrow?

  [i'll mean it then, too.]

show me.

i'll show you

i'll show them

that was then

and this is whatever you say it is

yes sir, i agree and

okay, i'll be good

where in relation to this line on the ground should i stand?

is this my seat?

am i in your way?

do you smoke?

mind if i do?

you almost had me there

you almost had me convinced

right here in this chair

are you even aware of your attempt to scare me

with your reasoning or

is this still only the seasoning

let's suck it out, ‘til there's no flavor

and

OH!

make sure you savor

every last drop of

sweatbloodtears

sweet

blood

tears through these veins

still hot

burning

bursting

thirsting for the air

you stole and polluted

with all the willows now uprooted

no your pillow talk won't work here

your money isn't good, hear?

what if i said revolution?

does it make you dizzy?

that's all we're doing is spinning

and these circles

careful not to run into each other

these people they don't know the meaning of infinity

and you do?

oh yeah i forgot you're enlightened.

you've

been

places

you've

seen

things

i've been to hell and i'm still not back

oh wait here comes another attack

wait it already started

that moment that my mind farted

and why now i'm broken hearted

and for reasons you know

i now keep it guarded

as best i can

behind asbestos and saran

but we're deviating from the plan

you know you're better than

you give yourself credit for

you just can't help that feeling that there's something more

and it's right in front of you

just out of reach

and

you're trying to learn

despite everything they've been trained to teach

it was easy once

but now the world is full of cunts

and i can't help it

if what i'm spewing from my pulpit

is pervasive, but hopefully persuasive, and definitely abrasive

but your measures have become invasive

and i feel that we

could use some spaces between these places

where maybe we'd be happy

but i've had enough slapping

for one day

my face is imprinted with the laces

of my sneakers

and my chest has turned to jello

from falling asleep atop my speakers

hello

perhaps we've still only just met for the first time

and there are still more words that i could rhyme

with your name

but again

i feel like i'm falling out of frame

see

this is why i don't get anything done

see

my body can't go to all the places as fast as where my mind has gone

and i could bring my body to die

and my cause would be justified

although i feel alive

most of the time

it's just that i'll

never be where we once were

unless with one turn

of this steering wheel

i make this car swerve

and see if i can't conserve

control

long enough to direct my soul

through the proper channel

to get back to the beginning

where everything starts again

and the universe won't remember a thing

but i'll try

if i need to i'll lie

but not to you

you deserve better than

what i say when i'm alone

talking to

myself

i tie myself in knots

after slurping the spaghetti

my tongue doesn't stop

moving

i need to keep my stomach guessing

still a little time to practice digesting

and it's still too early for the empty nesting

let's take advantage of our time resting

on the rocks

by the river

it's the best thing i've found to do

when i can't deliver

the proper shocks

to coax my brain

to cause my body to quiver

and i'm doing my best to give her

what she deserves

perchance i'm too distracted by all these curves

that catch my eyes

i need to keep at least one [or more] on the sky

and the third is never closed

it just hides inside

and it's getting harder for me to describe

exactly what it is that's

got my mind so occupied

but i'm tired of standing here

not moving

and the mirror only reflects what it receives

you truly do only see the trees for their leaves

maybe one day you'll choose not to believe

what's up their sleeves

and leave the earth a little while

and swim in seas

beyond what you'd perceive

even if you did finally walk a million miles

in my shoes

but i've been further than my feet

could ever carry me or you

and the drum beats keep repeating

although the censor's still deleting

every other thing they find offending

but as long as these rubber rules can keep on bending

i don't mind lending a hand to those still pending

holding out for more concrete evidence

that it won't hurt that bad when they decide to lose their balance

because the fence was only meant

to fragment their understanding

of what it was they were handing over

i'll do you one ton better than a four leaf clover

see if you can figure out what this is code fer

but

maybe i'm just another rock'n'roller

who

was too eager to jump out of his stroller

am i receiver or controller?

it's got me chasing after DOUGH-llars

and i would gladly trade my soul, for

if it will help you reach your goal

it would be selfish to say no

but i'm afraid to let it go

because last time

i don't know

about last time

i'm taking better care of this old mind

because i realized that it's not mine

so let's all stand in this here line

because they can shoot the fleas off of a dime

and

it would be a crime

if we made them waste their ammo

we've got our own suburban/urban camo

we all look alike don't we?

it's funny how all our efforts to be unique

only tighten the seam between our cheeks

but

i'm afraid i can only speak

for so long before i notice that my faucet, too, leaks

and i'm as guilty as this man next to me

who claims that he controls his destiny

he's still a child behind these eyes

oh don't look so goddamn surprised

the truth is raining down with every tear she cries

out for humanity

holding onto the last few threads of his sanity

pressed against the razors ledge

he is still a fledgling lad

who's finally grateful for everything he's had

brought and bought

for him

it's sad to think that he was on the brink

of letting his body sink into itself

and take his place upon the shelf

of long lost loved ones

daughters fathers mums and sons

who's time had come because they were done

with their bodies

they'd seen what they were afraid would become

of the world

and could only witness so many atrocities

before saying good-bye to earthly cities

they’ve gone and taken their places

hidden between all your good graces

imagine the looks on all their faces

when you hold up all your medals from the races

you won

you make a father proud that you’re their son

but would you look at everyone

else

they’ve been killing themselves

just trying to keep up

in attempts to grab hold of your belt

one day you too will melt

away to our dismay

no matter how loud and long you pray

i’ve still got lots more words to say

but tomorrow’s another day i heard

you know

the Crow’s just another chirping bird

squawking

squirting out white liquid turds into the wind

with a broken wing its tale begins to spin

downward

and

only gets louder

now a flaming phoenix

leaving behind a trail of powder

whatever makes it feel a little prouder

perhaps it simply doesn’t want to be remembered as a coward

so it musters up whatever power’s left

but he’s running out of breath

and fears that everything will just be swept

under the rug

these secrets kept

by those he feels are smug

will wish they never slept so close beside

someone they wished so badly would have died

and the last thing that he sees with his dying eyes

are the people standing un-answering to his cries

but it doesn’t take long for him to decide

that he’s taking control of the ride

broken wings an all

no longer afraid of the inevitable collide

he’s awake for the first time in

his entire life

which

will be ending soon

before he even knows it

and

remember that the poet’s

clock ticks

hand in second hand with the lunatic’s

and the genius

who’s name gets beat to threads

from being thrown around

and knocking heads

leaves the same set of footprints in the sand

and together they form a merry band

of time traveler’s in search of wives

who don’t mind living secret lives

in worlds where everyone survives

and live to tell their tales

and feel the wind filling their sails

but you can only play so long with the scales

before they

tip

and your equilibrium fails

to keep you standing

just hope for a soft landing

and maybe everything they’ve been demanding

only amounts to what value you let it

and things

are looking up now

and when it’s time for you to give your final bow

you won’t wonder how you got there

because you know

and this is exactly where you need to be

and no matter who what when or where

you will return back to the sea

like those sand castles

you made with me

and we imagined that we were free

take off your blouse

i mean your glasses and you will see more clearly

that your body is blind to the great mystery that is dividing you and me

i love you dearly

and i’m purely selfish in my reasoning

but if i’m ever charged with treason

tie my body to a tree

and leave me be

for it’s not me that’s suffering

it’s you

and every second you waste your life reading that word

‘buffering…’

there are more things hovering

above your head than satellites

and there are far better ways for us to spend our nights

don’t ever question something that makes you happy

but

i apologize if things are getting a little too sappy

i just thought maybe you could use a little syrup to sweeten up the truth

to sooth your soul

i’ll admit i too have a sweet tooth

but you’ll never really taste gold

and that’s why you’ve grown so cold

buying what you’re sold

and doing everything you’re told

who died and made you so bold?

denying that the bells have ever tolled

it’s still light out somewhere

there are no words to remember to my favorite prayer

because the universe doesn’t speak English

and it’s hard for me to distinguish between

what the sun really means

by sending down all her light beams

and what i’m seeing in my dreams

tells me that i’m a life worth living

and i thank my mother for giving me my life

although we put ourselves through strife

we’re just testing the waters

and breathing in the air that’s messing up our hair

just like we’re doing to your daughters

don’t be afraid

i know she is your little angel

and looking down from your high angle

it may seem that i’m a demon

bursting at the seams with semen

and who’s every night spent dreamin’

revolves around mounds

and mounds and mounds of cleavage

but believe me that i’ve found meaning

from our moments trading off whose back’s facing the ceiling

bracing ourselves for impact

chasing each other around the sheets

at least we’ve found pleasure

amidst the military advances and retreats

and redeployments

oh the liars and the cheats

the guilty parties

clowns painting their cheeks

looking pleasant on television

bringing us together sitting in our living rooms

but widening the division between our hearts

the fire dies just as quickly as it sparks

but if we hold each other closer

perhaps the warmth will turn this bed into a toaster

let’s build our own new roller coaster

whoever said that you’re supposed to settle

for the path that was set out for you when you were too little

to know the difference between the wise and those who are simply old

and bitter that the postman never delivered

that package that they special ordered

i’m afraid i took a wrong turn somewhere

does anyone know if i can get off the road without paying this hefty toll?

oh well i guess i’ll play the game a little longer

what’s the worst that could happen from

a little hard work and following orders?

oh, what did i say?

did i remind you of something that makes you cry?

well i apologize

i forgot that being ‘humerican’ is about turning a blind eye

deny

deny

deny

didn’t you hear the things that i said

‘stop doing that thing you’re doing with your head’

oh, what? thinking?

what’s in the water we’ve been drinking?

your liquid fire is no substitute

and i refuse to pollute myself

until you give me better options on the shelf

you were doing a fine job with smoke and mirrors

but while i was sleeping i smashed mine to splinters

and now i see a little clearer

i don’t need a piece of glass

to know that i’m just talking out your ass

it’s monkey see

monkey don’t ask questions

i’ve got a couple suggestions

let’s sit and discuss how we’re gonna divvy out these rations

i’ll admit i am a slave to fashion

but if i could save a dollar

for every time i heard that

i’d be making money

but apparently there are people already getting fatter

off the entertainment of the blood splatter

and it only makes me madder

that i feel like sometimes i don’t matter

because i’m not fighting for your cause

be-cause

i’m too at peace here in the silence between the chatter

where you pause to take a breath

and i remind myself that you, too, are a person

and you’re never too old to learn a lesson

now just let me know if there’s another button i should press

and i’ll be sure to hit it next time

i want to know what makes you tick

because im kicking rocks against the wall is all

i’m afraid to break your window

for all i know you’ve just been sleeping

in which case i’ll apologize for creeping around

but i thought maybe if you heard the sound

you would come down and we could

maybe just get some ice cream or something

or catch a movie and just talk about life and stuff

cuz you know, things have been kinda rough

and it seems i’ve finally found my tongue

it wants to sing you a little song i wrote

letting you know about everything that’s going wrong

and maybe we could sit on a hill

overlooking a town

somewhere on the earth that’s spinning round

and we will let them hear our sounds

because they already know the song

and it goes on and on and on and on

i’ve been using this word ‘you’

and it may raise the question of who exactly it is i’m speaking to

i’m speaking directly to YOUMERICA

and to YOUMANITY

and to YOU, the girl sitting in front of me

who has no clue what it is i’m saying

and to YOU, my new friend

you and me can be the army of the new race of free men

all I need is this here pen

and an electric box or ten

and the refrain is once again:

‘I pledge allegiance to the flag of the “united” state(s) of america, and to The Republic for which it stands.

One nation UNDER god, [in-divisible] with Liberty and Justice for ALL?’