Fellow Freaks and our Triple V

Us Freaks
we dance the dance to seek
and crack whips
over the back of our obsessions
and link chains
to our destructive cravings
giving ourselves
this freedom bondage
from self destructive tendancies.
An awareness
for our daily self dedication.
A continuous refinement
of this song of self.
Expressing the constructive
creator within ourselves.
Sometimes standard
and other times
raw felt
fragile emotion
sometimes just
a visually vivid violation.

Fraying Doldrum

O you traveler,
you wanderer,
you Brut.

Stay fresh to the Whimsical
nature of the Tourniquet.

O dreamer,
let nothing stand in your way.
Ah that song of self cries.
Ah your pure utopic blood
is bleeding dry
and your words of wonderlust
becoming cries
of desperation.

so you wade and drown
in this pop culture of prozac?

They say a man finds himself
in his darkest hour?

But romantic,
bind yourself
when you become wise
to the discovery
that nothing is truly bound.

Then Dreamer,
find where your devotion lies
in its rawest form.
create an original rise.

A contrary hope,
an unrecognizable consiousness
ripping forth,
despite your surface self.

O dreamer,
they have been waiting.
You have been waiting for this.
Something nobody could have ever dreamed.
Realize your participating
in this game of lost and found.
The great merry go round.

Battle Cry Delirium

The constructed cage
inside my thinker
is filled to the max
with kaleidoscopic
looney tunes
ready for your arrival

A motley variety
one fit for any occassion
a web of squinching contortions
fed by this moonstruck fetish

I am in prepossession
and tell myself in bondage
of these makeshift walls
that I am diffrent
some unique freak
the brainiac

I should be standing
as an oddity
in some random window
for all the shoppers novelty

But what I am really doing
is making diversions
from being just another
hophead doper

The Strangely Powerful and Obtainable Bliss

Mineral manipulate, I beget and tremble
in the shell of myself.
Reaching out to form
an extension of me in
the sands of putty.

The creature of obsession
I once fed is distorted
in the eyes of the man
I have become.

Here I am in the weakest
point of my life,
sharing with you
the inevitable truth
and we connect through
our rictus grins of inner self.

When routine and slavery of self
We shake each other apart
with our familiar bond
and unity.

Our addictions and obsessions
of our choosing
blind us in the beginning,
but bind us in our hearts
as we clear a path through
the darkest forest together.

We find a calm in the
wake of a terrible storm
and the realities of life
have set sail.

The I has left me
with the unity we have
found together.

Refining Angels

We are all angels of eternity
with the temporary gift
of limited perception.

As our illusions of reality slip,
we find fleeting comfort
in merging reality with forever.

Retaining the animal within
to refine the exaltation.

Yearning for all
that comes before a self attained.

Juxtaposed past and future,
centering the moment.
A reaper of the days ahead
and a promise of awareness
being constantly slain.

Wading Through New Worlds

Life persists through whatever form.
Consciousness evolves into a unity of forever.

The pain of the day is a burden we must carry
for as long as we choose.
We are defining something we are not yet aware of,
A liberation we are not yet aware of.

But we evolve in spirit and bind in material,
obsessed in material
and progress in psyche.

Evolution of consciousness
and a continuous search of definitive finite laws

wading through new worlds of pain
and countered by new persevering love.

Fighting the "Survival Mechanism"

We thicken our skulls to survive
and the evolution is messy

We Leap
we bound
when we believe the time is right
in a way
a contradictory survival of change

Breaking barriers of prosaic
so dear to our skeptical hearts
scared in detainment

consciousness dulls down
Finite survival in mass dose

Our addictions are our survival
for a moment
but if we don't loosen our grip
of so much slavery
we find the drone
of a meaningless roam

and our forest closes
into such tortured shelter