gut-fire

Maggot brains in howling trains The Earth's blue veins that need not names Define yourself, Divine yourself Sublime yourself, then climb yourself then vine yourself in morning glory The Sunrise whys the moonlit story Ponds and puddles, rivers thoughts the former ares the latter knots The astronauts in suits in space Whose cosmic fruits disable taste Defeated, victimized young lads who lose themselves in iPod ads They dance on empty threes and fall in shadows on a monochrome wall Glass silhouettes, the lack of soul that's lost in gravity's black hole that trances, dances, and enhances amplifying intended glances The cosmic, i

A permeable cell was selling me immobility was telling me why not to fight said that mind is might mind is might, but not yours i'd even rather be escapist and build my own doors at least then i'd have a right to complain you can have your right to a brain macrodimensional existin' ignoring the world your fist is in if a cell represents something as big as your being shouldn't it represent us all? why aren't you agreeing? your life isn't wasted, it's just not needed and a fight like yours is a fight now defeated embracing the changeless ain't strong, it's just lazy so smart, but so useless. you're driving me crazy there's no

The sun on wolves, a steel pack drives towards me on the railroad track The same sun mirrored in my eye I see through broken, moonlit sky I suck my poison, start to howl I gnash I scrape I bite I growl I'm only one with the sublime and if you fuck with it, i will hurt you

Impotent Potential Export Exportant You're dormant I wanna see some fire, boy I wanna see you explode I wanna see you shoot your load like rays of the sun Cosmic Slop flow like a river drown everyone Divine Meat keep the beat on my ear drum You live in the mouth of a giant Be thrown with his words or be eaten You're no more solid than the concrete in your wallet Shit, you ARE the wallet so let's see some concrete, boy Say something Do something Pull out of your mother Don't fuck her We're a generation of men raised by women Drowing in vaginal oceans? Quit swimmin' Same old bullshit you went through before You're losing y

The three men are flying in basements applying the energy they have within The squares are distorted with missions aborted and punishing physical sin The morals declining keeps fearful ones whining while the balancing lesson is taught In moral unhealth Truth, God, and Thyself are the only real things being fought

The same water molecules that build the grass and forests Bound by the same forces that make the Earth and Moon orbit come together to gather a river stabalized by the moon given from our mother to make our eyes bloom The sun is the science of growth which gives me the light which opens my eyes so I can see. The water given to me through the earth reminds me of the beauty of why we die A death gives place for another birth Our river is a gift to mother earth whose beauty comes from the sun who uses the water to block himself in the sky I threw a rock in the river and I understood that the rock became a part of it Rapids are purer

We've been fighting this war for a very long time The waves beat the shore soaking rocks with divine The sandy soil marriage seems far out of reach Because boulders are stubbornly shielding the beach But I know that in time our war will be won The rocks battle waves that are backed by the Sun Who shows us his power with purple orange red So we don't fuck with him before he goes to bed And the waves keep on crashing while the moon commands night And they beat with cold anger 'cause they're not bathed in light The rocks are mistaken for solidified matter But they're not so solid, they surely can shatter Water doesn't shatter, in fac

Slinging rocks as I spit myself on the sidewalk and get on your shoe I'm strumming chords in denting rhythms Fingertips break, bleeding red paint Drip        Drip               Drip on the paper and slithers into runic alphabets and familiar words. Voices speak, moan, and shout vines and branches that spiral and curl around startled people. The streets continue to move but with a humid and deviously spicy undertone solidifying in the air, interrupting its busy essence. It disappears, only hinting at the rumbling wave that will drown everything once the dam breaks. and even if the dam doesn't break, at least my spit is still on you

I'm on my hands and knees Hunched like a rat Or maybe a Ninja Turtle Crawling through cobwebbed underground labyrinths Neck and knees aching Where the fuck is the next chamber? Lean on to my right elbow (making sure not to set it on the long creek of shit and water) The flashlight tells me that it's getting narrower down here You guys wanna go back? Fuck it.

and college and jobs and mediocrity are all stalking my mind as I cling to my childhood like I once clung to the escalator railing; one foot planted to the ground (stability, comfort) and one on the moving stair. Being pushed forward and trying to flourish while seperated as i am mechanically pulled apart and forced to choose. The future? The comfort? Caught up, straddling the fear. (In the end the machine movements pull me toward an inevitable future) Do I listen to my mentors, or my illogical heart? Is this leading me on a path of ignoring my dreams? What will become of those? I dont want to be a soccer mom. I aspire to LIVE and not just ex

The Myth --It is easy now, in this age of rebellion, to become preoccupied with what you are not, and forget what it is you are. There is something here for me. I am spiritual Salmacis, entranced somewhere in between harsh ambition and bony wrists. I am mother to beasts, a merciful Medea. I never really wanted Jason anyway. I am Caesar, crying at twenty-five because I have not yet conquered anything. Oh conscript fathers, I want to be merciful but I will not hide first blood, or in first blood, for our seconds have already drawn their swords and I am not prepared to give up.