Frustration Ad Nauseum

I want to open up my head and let in the Universe

Let what Is flow into me without the blur of these primitive senses

Five senses, all jumbled and begging for attention and colliding

In this mind at this moment

The I wants to explode with the frustration

The Overwhelm

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Imagine a glass jar filled with water floating in the ocean,

the only way for the atoms and molecules to share themselves

is to pass slowly, eternally slowly through the glass.

I'm dying to pop that lid off and be with the Ocean.

Funny, I think dying is what it takes.

Quiet

Cancer mouth

Speak freely of the face you saw

Schizophrenic diary, dual entry

Paint a picture in blood

Paint a picture in guts

The more morbid, the better the story

Be a dark one, paint a dark face

Put your hands into the hole

Put yourself into the grave

Sleep and be free

Cancer mouth

Sleep to me speak

Speak to me running blood

Run blood to the valley of my dreams

Dream me the answer

Answer my riddle

Riddle my night

Night, a cold place

The Earth a quiet time

Sleep to me speak

Speak to me of Earth

Killer

Midnight 1 A:M 2 A:M 3 A:M Sing

How bout we open up

Logic and mind to three ideas

One, Love

Two, Peace

Three, Earth

Idiot, industry won't save your skin

Idiot, I won't be found within the city city beating heart

the city city beating life

Hey,

go outside and

see the sun, your mother sun

sing thank you

sing

Struggle

Swallow your pride, with a little salt water,

with the tide

Tell him anything, tell lies

Overboard there's a squid and an ancient sailor

Be the raft, be the life preserver

Overboard there's a squid and an ancient sailor

Please just be the calming of the water

These Days

I've got a Love so hungry, it's chewing holes in my chest

And I'm aimlessly leaping only to find myself choked

on a three day chain

Jeremy The Tall

I am Jeremy The Villain, three eyed

peanut butter fingered eight years old

and caped in red

A stick, a stone, dirty handed and alone

on the street where I will grow up until I'm ninety two

I am the Red Racer, and a kite running genius,

the King of hide and never found

I invented anti-gravity the same day that I

wrote a novel about my adventures with trees,

trees that spoke that speak to me and bark the night to birds

I am Jeremy The Terror, mortal enemy of the closet monster,

the business suit tentacled psychopath, a man shrouded in cancerous black

I've seen his briefcase, seen the eyes that peer from keyholes deep deep deep

Keyholes meant to keep

I am Jeremy The Strong

I am Jeremy the Tall

I am Jeremy Whatever I Wanna Be

Liquor and Peanut Butter Granola

On a Friday night

A Song For 2035

The sun is in your eyes

and it comes as no surprise

when you're lying on your back in the field where you grew up

Thinking about clouds tattooed on palms so old

staring into all the holes where God might be

Exploring all the space around you

tearing up the place to find the

questions to the answers and you haven't got the cancer

but you know the burning know the burning

in your palms

The sun is in your eyes

while the river bed it dries

so you lie upon your back and sing the songs of dissolution

The sun is in your eyes

while the field openly cries

to God to God about the poison in its Earth

It can no more give birth to seed to root to bleed to human fruit

it cannot grow or gray or give

it cannot any longer live

The sun is in your eyes

as the Earth it slowly dies

as the madmen hypnotize each other

signing the God songs of war

And sadly,

I don't believe that art, love or lsd can save us.

A Dark Song

Sixty years of a smile I imagined I had mastered

And all that time I smiled through disaster

Sixty hours isn't comin any faster

Well now I'm the slave,

and you're the master.