Monday, September 3, 2012

On the canvas, on the heart

Paint splatter
Emotion splattered
On the canvas
On the heart
What does it mean?
Penetrate the soul by any means

You are a lover
In this scene
In this scape
And as a character
You may rupture the land
To realize and understand
The stars
The moon
The ocean
The vast overflow of giant truths
That spans the ages

Flipping the switch
And the gears reverse pandemically

The monster always awaits
Doped up America
Doped up me
My cure
Your nightmare

Sullen until the sunset
Until the array of transgressions bombards
My purer soul

The longing for a purer soul
A horizon
Over this tainted beast
Of temporary temptation
Always on the pursuit of something more

Survival
In daily defiance of a godless mind
Piecing together
Some bitter spirit
A tormented pull
From the bleakest constructs of the mind
Notorious for retreat
from anything sparing this self deceit.
Proceed with your Prozac dance
Structure by any means
because the beast
The beast
THE BEAST
Always awaits...

Fulfill

As a consequence
I break into pieces
But instead of shards of me that cut,
that fall off,
out and away
these pieces seem to melt and form a steady current
flowing inward and as a consequence
eventually molds a strength
that beats all odds
all chaos
that may elude

But in an instant
I deliver upon you
my rage
the centerpiece of my existence
No one can take this core away from me.
My fleeting motivation,
my drive to the extreme
and i will use my words
and your eyes as a vent.
I have certainly been open to some changes
but there will always be collateral,
residual raw felt emotion.
Passion that seizes up
then splinters within.
Passion that can be buried and contained
only for so long.

Continuing on
Measuring to progress,
Measuring to proceed.
Identifying a rapture
of a certain type of thinking.

Great to be bipolar
to fit this contemporary age.
Its a bloody mess in my head.
Life and trials
but at the same time
I am a rock star
with perfect rhythm and style.
What must be accomplished
is already complete in my head
Now fulfillment...

Stepford