Haiku I

A Lotus Sings Proud
A Song of Angels and Earth
TO a Blind, Deaf Man

Harp

I tried to see the light
I tried to take it home with me
Fought with all my might
Became much too hard to see

Vision obstructed
By the darkness
It holds me so closely

I came around just in time to steal light from a sun burning out
Washed away by poison that I drew from my veins
The fire inside that fueled my soul had quelled under doubt
Of the love for me I feel you never retained

Broken again
Pieces missing
Light’s will not shine

My wings have burned off my back
My halo has fallen off my head
The gates have closed. I’m falling for the grace I lack
Still burning without the warming light that led me to the paradise I once knew

Running to you
Shine for me one last time
Hold on….I’m coming

I’m home now
Souls repaired
Tell me how
My wings faired
And I’ll try
To keep the tears controlled
Just give me my…
…give me my harp back

No Sun for the Dawn

Killing my own child just to feel alive again
Tears run across his cheek with the taste of distilled fear
He’s watching me wondering what assistance he may lend
While I’m burning my esophagus just to see more clear

Stealing dreams of my loved ones and sorting them into waste
Self portrait I know discover in the ulcers that surround me
A life where the sun arises is a lifeI yearn to taste
But all I know is the sky is forever dusk to see

Pour another cup of hell
So I can see just where I fell
Off the cliff where dreams came true
When I tore away from the flesh I once knew

Desperate to see an end to this
To take back the blood I once knew
But as the river gets deeper as I enter the mist
These eyes won’t see the world I once drew

Oh well,
Oh well…

My Deadpan Home

We laughed inside your retina
We lived inside your lungs
We cried as you turned upside down
We always wanted you in our fine, fine space

Can you take a picture before the flash melts my face
Do it between the colonies and the time that is fire laced
You’ll never see the horse in the snow
The waters been dragged too far
You’ll never see the horse in the snow
Because the hooves have evaporated it away

Your laughter suffers a shortage, only powered by tragedy
How it leaks on the floor dripping through a pool of teeth
Is there a home for the lies
When you said the stingers sufficed
There is no home for the lice
The pets that live inside your mouth

We laughed inside your retina
We lived inside your lungs
We cried as you turned upside down
We always wanted you in our fine, fine space

We laughed inside your colonies
We lived inside your breath
We cried as you found your answers
We knew your best memories were of a bad, bad dream

Dances With Devils

I once cut myself on broken glass
It was left behind by loved ones
To make sure the blood matched

But the venom coagulated
Leaving behind ashes on the skin
Ashes that can’t be washed off with acid

Ashes form letters I’ve written
A plea to all of those around me
To walk with me again

But I trudge to find no one
And today I yearn for at least a shadow
To stay with me for the night

To waltz with angels again
Where the light never fades
Where metal bars do not stare me in the face

So that, even if our wings melted off
The dances with devils won’t ache
For it will be you and me in the fire

But as time slips away
The lights dim
And the corner is my only friend

Lego Hands

My paper car rolls into your space
I saw you waiting where we always spoke
Talking through your fingers
Attempting to feed my eyes

The muscles in your mouth
They have stapled upwards
At the very sight of my skin
I’ve found you

You smile sees no polarization
As to whether my body shows appointment
I see no parking in your home
So I must turn around
The drive peels away seconds
The present unravels in my mind
I find home to discover your heart
A congruent figure made to my liking

When the ice melted from my teeth
I could smile again

Tired of Me

The summer has come again
Though the spring is still my friend
Water drips from the thieves
Than I do when I’m around you

I’ll save your place
As you left without a trace
Away from our tree
Winds blow cold
And the tree grows old
Is it time to say you’re tired of me?

If the sun were to go away
I wouldn’t care, because I know I’ll stay
Right here next to the tree
Grown by you and me
To hide us from the rules

Though your shadow disappeared
As my soul grew near
You needed room for three
As the sun burns out
I have no doubt
But is it time to say you’re tired of me?

Was it the news I never gave
Was it the age you always crave
Between the snow and the blue sky
And the leaves that fall and die
I’ll find time to grow in the in-betweens

Our tree has fallen down
And you never came around
To give this boy an apology
But the pieces fell into place
And I know you were never the case
I know you were tired of me

The wind blows cold
The tree grew old
But you were always tired of me.

Operation Arrowhead Ripper

Streets painted red with the color of freedom
Run, little one, from that consumes our world
Lady liberty is dancing, so save the last waltz for her
Raise your glasses; cheers to the atom bomb

Liberation in motion
Your savior will come as a wall of fire
Denial starts the commotion
And your newborn baby’s a hitman for hire

Machine gun fire sings song of celebration
Tourettes pointing north showing signs of pleasant ending
Go to sleep, little one, hide your eye from devastation
Rest up, prepare to give your life for the home you’ll be defending

Colorblind children can no longer find a gray area
Only light in the sky are canons of civil love
Only emotions that are felt is mass hysteria
Only angel of life brings death from above

House Of Mirrors

Don’t let your nails sharpen against the wood
That shelters you from light
They’ve already planned to have your bones
Scattered across their tears
The reflection they painted of you
Has already dried up in my eyes
And they lace your boot on my cold feet
I’ll never fit them
And before I had the chance to nail you in
The way they did
You sealed the doors shut to your new home
And we’re never coming in

And they’ll know now,
When I grow old
And the skin atrophies
From the world I have molded
And the minds that I own
They’ve set aside a box for me to live
That looks just like yours
And I cant find my way around their past set in stone
Leading to your house of mirrors

I’ll be breathing in splinters just the way you taught me
As they locked the door, the eye has died and you were born.

Bullet Train To Nowhere

Wash away atrophy stained walls with numbers
Seconds collide into days we wish to keep
Feast on yesterdays sorrow to create obscurity
and wait for the twilight to fall asleep.

To me the days have already melted together
creating a world where the sun rises as it pleases
and the moon doesn't know left from right
Clocks grafting numbers to retain its identity

Although you see the days as everlasting and continuous
The lines between the hours have disappeared
Promises made will escape me as they have eluded you
so i'll walk the path I'll make in the wind

I can't see the road we've made as the new year fades
for a new year never forms and the old year will never see a proper burial
Trees passed in a blur, pumpkins aborted
Hearts have torn and birds have been contorted

I don't see through your eyes
so i'll walk my path uninterrupted
i'll take a cruise to everywhere
but you stay on that bullet train to nowhere.

And we'll all be happy

eNd

Eyes from Mars like blisters on the sun
Trapped inside confessionals waiting for hands
Hands to guide, hands to lead, hands to caress our scalp
Mutiny on the verge of discovery
The lids are shut and the fingers are crossed

I never wanted the patch on your back
I already owned a stapled spine
What I needed is buried in cement
Along with the clocks I stomped on
Simply to make room for tinder

These days I’m sailing with torches
The darkness doesn’t scare me anymore
Nor does the water that drenches us in belief
I’ve dried under rays that were winking at me
And I’ve yet to fall off the boat

Soon I’ll sail without torches
For the darkness doesn’t scare me anymore
I once sang with it in it’s home
My voice was giant and my guard was down
But nothing hurt a bit

Roses are Blue

Roses are Blues
Violets are red
Please give me pills
For my dyslexic head

The Long Bus

Pushing through to make way
For a flash that glimmers small
You hush every thought I’m provoking
That must make you feel real tall

Running full throttle
Through sharp blades of grass
And it ends with the dirt that grows a fence

You ran around with your skin paint
The one that won’t graft at all
The flies on the wall, are they fucking?
Because I know you drew them all

Cum, spit, and fondle
Broken glass
And it ends with the blood that’s on your hands

I’ve seen the bottom
That you’ve thrown me under
I am what I am,
and I’m on your hands

Jackanapes

The matches light the gun powder
It burns ash slowly into the canon
As I put this gun in my mouth
And everyone stares

Everyone stares anticipating a circus
They hop on one foot
Gorging on candy I made for them
Completely missing their mouths
Smearing themselves with my sweat

In their other hands they tote guns
Similar to mine; the same make and coating
They loved the feel of the pistols
They often mistook them for the candy
But they always pulled it out
In fear of transforming into me

They laugh as I laugh
But my laughter spews blood
And everyone is colorblind
They just went by sound
Leaving sight to die in the dust

No one asks the clown as to why this is his act
No one bothers to see the tears running from his eyes
No one acts like anything is out of the ordinary
No one wonders why they laugh

Before I pull the trigger, I wonder
I wonder if there is one audience member, at least,
That weeps for this clown

Then I saw one viewer throw her gun down
In protest of my act

She had a wound like I will in moments

Diving Bell

Are we waiting now? Are we waiting now?
Dissolving clocks, eroding blood
While your eyes refuse to blink

It’s raining now. It rains us out.
Cracked windows burned by the flood
Reddening eyes and expanding lungs

And we’re still taking in water
Fearing the surface, fearing the air
And were still here taking in water
No cries for help, not so much as a prayer

Is it draining yet? Is it draining yet?
Are we still floating in distilled dreams
Fishing for a way out

There’s no wait this time
To pray through lies
And wait this time
To sway a crime

And nobody came to save…

Are we waiting now?
Are we waiting now?

Are you waiting…still?
Because I’m not here anymore.