| memories drip like candle
wax from my mind
slowly roasting in
an oven with no
door
no matter how
hard I try I can't
scrape these prayers
from the walls they've
hardened even as my
heart abandoned them
send me an alchemist
who can transform steel
into blood I'd give
a fortune in mercury
to anyone with a
key to the void
where fire and ice
make love on the
stolen bedsheets of
the divine
my wayward
tongue is a stranger
to the restless words
wandering the corridors
of the air I carelessly
sling prophecies oblivious
to the collateral damage
they inflict
don't let
the abstract distract you
when you're surrounded by
obstacles
I was driving
aimlessly down the street
flying past any known
destinations when I saw
a sign over a bar
that said "fight" and
I thought why not?
even lunatics sound
rational in a vacuum
and the vulture's song
sounds beautiful in her
own ears listen to
the song of the
scattered flock minuscule
walls of insecurities towering
over their arguments
I
am a house divided
against myself I own
my demons and send
them into terrible battle
against my virtues I
am the weapon of
my own destruction and
the only cure for
my disease
my achievements
hang around my neck
like a millstone dragging
me down to the depths
of the ocean as I
watch the skeletal fish
with glowing eyes stage
an intervention on my
behalf "fight" they cry
in an aquatic dialect
I don't actually understand
but yet it all makes
sense when I stop
thinking about it
there's
always another door to
open when the dust
grows so thick I
can't breathe there's always
another atmosphere just
beyond this one
I
caught a glimpse of
a god sailing across
the horizon of my
mirror but when I
looked closer nothing
remained but a smudge
where I touched it
and forgot to clean
it off and now I wonder
if my unintentional interference
with the gleaming surface
was the birth of the
god in the first place
sort of like if I
left some food in
the refrigerator too long
and it grew strong
gained sentience and
ascended into the heavens
to create a world in
it's own image
but
deep down inside I
know the truth this
poem is nothing more
than another attempt to
write my own gospel
on the bare skin of
an empty page and
that's alright with me
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| life is so precious
a single drop of blood
is worth more than pure gold
life is so worthless
we'd gladly slaughter thousands
for just a few more dollars
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| I am half-asleep watching
potential frozen in time
like a waterfall in winter
all that untapped energy
is beautiful
and I need
to release it somehow
coffee is born slowly
into an eager pot
I can't wait for the moment
it's ready
sunlight filters
through my windows
igniting my living room
when the flames
reach their peak
I'll know
it's time to rise
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| it's the end of the world
everyone grab your party hat
and scream
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| I am the cataclysmic moment
drenched in gasoline
furious with anticipation
I am kinetic energy
the inescapable destiny
the unstoppable power of science
and the unfathomable mystery of the divine
I manipulate kings and warlords
with the flick of a thought
I scatter them across my bloodstained chessboard
I am the adrenaline
in the veins of the rebel soldier
I am the bite of the underdog
When God's having a rough day at work
he comes to me for advice
I don't mind
I've got wisdom to spare and time to kill
I say, take it easy
don't be so uptight
standing stern with your arms crossed
lightening eyes blazing damnation
on all the little sinner
scurrying below
why don't you let your hair down
cut the purse strings loose
and let a little bit of that heaven
sprinkle down on the earth?
God shakes his head and says
you sound just like my kid
I am the scorching blasphemy
incinerating red tape verses
I am the smoldering pages of the Bible
as it burns in phoenix fire
I am the alleged witch's scream
I am the dead man's dance
I am the virgin's blood
on the bed of man's desire
on the altar of good intentions
I am everything you ever gave up
because someone told you it was bad for you
I am every song you never sang
because you were ashamed of your voice
I am the medicine
when the doctor doesn't know what to do
I am the sheriff
six gun thundering liberation for all mankind
when all hell breaks loose
and people live in fear
I'll even arrest the politicians
wolves in the courthouse
dividing the flock
they're worse than the criminals
I am the ballot cast against corruption
I am not here for your comfort
I am not here to make things easy for you
I am not here to hold your hand
and tell you everything's gonna be alright
because it won't
not until I'm through
and I haven't even started yet
I am the unveiling of the corpse
I am the sunglasses cutting through the glare
so you can actually see
all the beautiful ugliness of America
her saintly drunks and bighearted hookers
her gleaming Wal-Marts
rising like pimples on the horizon
her tangled roads that no comb will ever tame
I am on the rooftop, crying out
listen up, you concrete giants
listen up, you bastard children of the mall
clean out your ears, you wax filled churches
wake up the flashback dreamers
tell them rock and roll is dead
and jazz is a relic in a wax museum
and hip hop sold itself into slavery
revolutions have an expiration date
and yours is starting to stink
either get on board
or get out of my way
I am the bulldozer
smashing through the ghetto of history
follow me
and I'll teach you to save yourselves
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