-Rough ramblings of the midnight mind traveler; rough and raw translation-

A gin blossomed mouth beyond meaning now among a pinch of the bear...

The sitting:
Typing a rhythm that is found amongst the night as the rats utilize the wire for transport

...Wound up tight but loose from weary...

The darkness:
A stench arises from below and i'm set silent in a headphone hide. No fuel for you my enemy

...As the days blood dries and crusts to flesh...

The longing:
one of a story book, found and chased but in a dream now manifested like the diamond forged so long ago now worn

...Magnificently lost and mourned...

The love:
whop, whop, whop above, a shatter and vibration of my foundation as My brothers come to loft

...Sea sprayed blades sanded by the salts of time...

The women:
Seemingly a thousand miles from this place
i hold up this thing with an idea. one of a lost pride, one of a crystal glance...
I wait with patience among the birds as i search for loft and a clearance back amongst these skies of gray

...Character and lines mingling to form beauty...

The idling:
confinement only exists in the mind, and only hope should be the fight blooming from it. it is our kingdom

...One of brilliant creation, and one of destructive horror.

-Oasis-


I have been in the desert for some time
Lost amongst its power and threat

At my end, I lost my mind and took to my knees
Looking up with all my effort, a seemingly endless mirage of heat and lost horizon

I made a decision at that very moment to make that last step my fate and not to lay there in wait as if to give in to this beast
I stepped on, focused on one over the other

Inevitably that last step was met

Hands on my knees and drops of sweat bombing the sands, I shook its hand and noticed its beauty
The hand of woman
I looked up and you were there and you gently lay me down in your shade and let me drink from you

-Flying for Jesus now-

(be sure to put in a good word for the rest of us misfits)

Friends and Brothers go down
By air in an instant
Mostly into the Sea
Some reaching a distant shore
Unaware in The beginning of day
Tick-Tick-Tick and the Turbine whines too it's howl
All the smiles are in the game now
selfsame people and the scenery
repetitious jawing to the 'left' 'and right of you', 'over there's...'
A death grip of a chance to get it right
without lift, and in flame
One dies saving, the other dies trying
Nothing left to be done
Was all You could do
You did it right - the best of You

-From beginning to end-


ALONE IN THIS BEGINNING.
IT'S CONTAGIOUS HOW WE PLAY OUR SCENE'S
WORRYING AMONGST OURSELVES THE OTHER
INFECTED WITH DESIRES AND OUR OWN SELFISH WISHES
ASHAMED AND ALONE IN OUR ROOM LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT OUR THOUGHTS
THE TIMES WE DON'T UNDERSTAND AND HAVE SO MUCH TO GIVE, NEVER GIVING BACK, FOR FEAR
A LONG TIME COMES AND GO'S BEFORE WE GET IT RIGHT
OUT AMONGST THE LIVING
OUT IN FRONT OF THE FIRE, THE FIGHT, AND THE FURY
TO LET GO
ALONE AGAIN IN THIS END.

-Interchange-


She walked fast
Her legs toned and athletically lean
Dark hair dancing about in a form of ritual. She was an effigy of beauty and I was charmed like a snake in a calm excitement amongst the summer night air

She tilted a look back towards my white flag eyes
Lips pierced in a sweet and sour fashion
Cheeks flourished like exotic fruit
As her eyes looked into my dark soul with a cool drink to save me from myself

Later she sang and I'd wanted nothing more to do then mesh together as one
Immortalized into a feverish orgasm
A constant
Suspended forever shinning like the stars of heaven

-For Lee-


I used to believe in a thing;

you either paint your castle black, or you paint it white

What I've found in aged like wine benefits of this weathered salt, is that the gray will eventually catch up with you.

In that:

you might find yourself worthy of graduating from student to teacher
inherit the ability to pass on the wisdom of your right and wrongs to anyone who possesses the worth of a good ear.

Question is:

Did you take the time to listen yourself as you brushed that wall?

-A quiet scream-

Blunderous virtue sparking this ritual
Abound this common quench
Alone
Unheard and loud as
An empty bottle and quiet thought
Felt through this emptiness
Screaming to get out

-Momento-

In a moment
Awake to the touch and taste of her lips upon mine
Scent of mingled bodies
Aftermath of our champagne union
Sparkling
In lust for over twenty
Now in love
In a moment

A brunch, a daughter
A ride to the airport
Another airport
Yet another...
Parting lips of goodbye
Back to my world
I sit
In a moment

A thought
A decision
A glance above LA one last go
One last flight
A message
An address
20 by road
In that moment

Back to the beginning
Led to a new
A lost idea
Found
Champagne cheers and lips reunite
Laughing again, smiling again, living again
In this moment

-In right of all things-

Scattered puzzle of wonderment
Amongst this ends meet

Those times of earth, sea, and sky
here now in negotiations

Awaiting my score of this fate
Perhaps to  dissolve into nothing
or the horrors of fiery decent

but ripped from this moment it is yesterday

The time is now carried by the wind whispered
to calm this  yet to be still night

My hardened eyes soften by the salts of time
into this new

But one still wonders upon this chance
That path between the darkness and light

-Wait-


The best of me is here and gone
The worst of me is what is left
Behind me She is gone, and here with me.
I take to that sky and I see my future and my end
Folding clothes of yesterday, and wearing one's of today; dull and bright
The Ocean breeze and the heat of day I look on
I lay down the smokes and take too the mountain
The days continue, and I wait
Wait for something to happen
Waiting for that paid sky and the new adventure
I wait, wait for her
I hold back, and carry on
Dirt to wounds
washed down by evening
That comfort
a moment in time
Hesitant of morning
the waiting is there to greet me
The jacaranda's are out of bloom and the sweating attic cools
Pictures in mind, a friend, an illusion
I hear the calling of the Sirenusian Islands somewhere out amongst that Sea
And I look out over LA from atop it's second highest
I want the ramble and to feel the heat of my past around the corner
A call
the sound of Sea, and the feeling of that cool breeze
The idea of a Foreign Legion, and a death sentence nearly embraced
I'm now there and here I wait

-The Alki tavern-

No pride in prior night
In wait now of her marathon
Mood and decision
This dim light amongst midday
Local IPA with notes spread out like legs
Paintings unframed - mirroring my mind

Streaming folk melodies mingling with the dew point of this stoic heat
Now wet and dripping

It was tomorrow in Melbourne
I was here today to complete a deadline
And meet her loop and await my fate

Cash stood above flipping a rebel bird
As the emerald city lay grey in mirror of its own distance
Mediated by bay
I'm harbored by this sanctuary
Away from the touring ants about their self-made maze and ritual

Lost in her - here now
Dreams seamed no longer necessary
amongst this new found routine
Mingling with her and that quilted comfort
of heat and flesh
long before never forgotten

16 miles down and a drink and a burger
I wasn't sure when you dropped me off she stated

We went home and slept separate
Finding me in the night we shared her bed
in the stillness of unknowing

Next day’s long drive and songs we listened to that thing within our silence
once there pink Champagne we drifted
the fusion of fluids and haste attempt to pillow loud banging

Unsuccessful and bowing in our leave
we then took to a late summers beach and blanket

The beloved boxer  squats  amongst Indians with no baggies

It’s natural, Nature’s toilet the ocean is, as we carried on for fresh oysters and the company of her family and into the laughter

Among them

In love and both forgiven

We carried on

-A quiet drive-

Other than the scenery
Oregon is a miserable haggard bitch to drive through
No one can make up their mind among the highways

60-65-60-75-70

Lined up blocking your cruise
Master bating the accelerator
Headbangers in symphony

I get off

Oregon exits are designed to fuck you straight in your ass with un sanded lumber
A fist fucking

Ass full of bumper led into the heart of a cluster fuck parade of dollar stores and strip malls
No fuel in sight
Congested slaves for their own damn good
Breeders

Back to the Headbangers

60-65-60-75-70

Patience

Then Washington

-Aphrodite-

A sparrow soars above me and I wonder how it sees things looking down on the world.

Does it see things as I?

The corruption of the living with nothing to show for but death

The pity of fate

The question why

Is there life beyond this wretched

An everlasting immortality

The hope for a new tomorrow of peace and harmony through the cry of the world

The sparrow spoke to me in a plane of higher thought

Do not discourage for it is already written

This thing

This torture

This flesh

Lighten your heart for that is your answer

Love them and you will be free