where does it lie, the divide,
between material and physical,
why I am even here, why is that place unclear,
be sincere, and you are left;
with chains again,
I must take this knife to slice a pound,
this flesh,
is wrought from star light and tomorrow's victory stance.
This life is a chance,
so what I live shit risky,
it keeps me frisky,
I know the reaper gonna come get me, it will happen quickly,
that look on the clocks face,
so I deny fate, and wholeheartedly chase destiny,
I'm going to have to grow up someday,
in some way can we not turn the turf to runway,
I swear I was born to do this.
some one has to do this, and I know for right now,
in the most intimate of whispers,
in the midst of the crisp winter,
let my breath leave my chest,
and hang heavy in the frost only to say:
Love Wins.

Snow, Ottawa, Clubs,
Three promises broken like the camel's back,
I'm still young, I don't know how to act,
But it was for Nicholas, and the air was humid with heart warmed laughs,
His smile is my epitaph, all I need should I pass,
the test. And death, but time is the only one, I know I'll fail,
cause if I'm drunk swinging my hips,
the rhythm won't let me flail, fly like air mail,
and I'm hurting cause I'm lonely,
I live in epiphany, and top 40 misses me,
so when people say they miss me,
I smile, my life is history.
I'm humbled, say they want me round,
Still Samsara, still in the round,
and still dream of loves lost,
my heart is still free from the frost,
I bleed that lesson, still trying to pay back the cost,
and it's all about balance, just a fucking day off,
I was hard, I went soft,
I came back, certified, from a downtown Toronto loft,
Victoria's secret from a Dund ass,
Victoria's secret and I run fast,
Deep math, steep tasks, heat flash, no mask,
I get down like jacuzzi jets,
smothered in a deep bath,
and maybe I come on too strong,
but what's wrong, ding dong, put your pants on,
opportunities come along, get ready for the prom,
an ade, gators, power, lemon, and hater,
flavors are neighbours, the labour is major,
to become a saviour, you much touch the void,
and fill it with so much light, birds translate song from noise,
I just want to entertain you,
maybe introduce a plane or two, send you somewhere new,
where the beach takes the pain away, to go work at play,
I know the chosen are so few, but we're blessed like a-choo!
I wanna put you on the news, flash,
I swear these nights are lit in strobe lights,
And the days smile in rays, that looked at a certain way,
that serve up The Most High, like champagne on silver trays,
Let me help you sow the lining,
I've been busy designing, now is time for finding,
This path is so sexy and winding, I've picked up so many diamonds,
We must get to work shining,
Ask Raul and Sergio, ask TWrecks et Monsieur Gareau,
Rosemary, Alba, and Madeline,
ask my parents,
the kids are fine.

The revolution will not be televised, it has been internalized, see through the eternal eye,
the enterprise is twelve skies wide.

I got a good message, and I need to spread it,
the word is:

LOVE WINS

I won't let you forget it,
I need you to liiiiiiiiiiiiive,
I want your life electric,
so when we cross paths,
and the energy is connected,
I paint your aura in my heart,
and I know that you get it,
got it?

An exhibitionist is nothing but honest,
and I've submitted to the flow,
so never am I not on it, that's a promise,
conscious of my conscience,
I've given my heart dominion,
so when you see these wings bend,
know that I treat 7 billion the same as close friends,
I am human, and so I've been gifted with faults,
this hope is my undoing,
it withstands the daily assault,
so I'll stand with both legs in the soft sand of the fault,
and hold the wound together,
while the haters throw salt,
I give you full custody of your reality.
I'm the warranty, the mirror holder,
celebrator, love exposer,
and I will turn this music up.

And this love will take hold,

plucking that distant star,

carefully planting it,

then my friends,

everyone gets to nomnom on mangoes.

Raise them,
Screams the leviathan, the hammer swings swift in the wind.
The hushed rush of oxygen, as it takes your breath away,
alas, to give it back.
So give it slack,
Enough to fly the kites, bring smiles to tykes on them cherry red trikes.
Feel the spike, pleasure pain and back again,
laughing on the edge of the insane,
I see the other side of the universe as pure white light,
I shot my dreams to the night sky,
and stars dot the divide.
Three cheers for the bridges.
I'm diminished, I've served this existence, as gift mixed with penance,
something relentless, the tales in past tenses, see me swinging for the fences,
intense intent is iridescent...grow glow go go go
And all I need to increase the speed, is to release the need to feed,
hence right now is right now,
nice now, noise low, lights down, lounge sound,
Bongo beats bring peace like Paris cobblestone streets,
Poet beatspeak muzzles on the aspiration mask
get high on deep gasps, get high on deep gasps
to relax, to enjoy,
the inevitable passing of time.

cigarette smoke snakes, and rises
through tense, incensed air in this sanctuary.
the door is closed, and I lie here alone.
fighting the call of sleep,
after a long day it is begging me.
I can't, I must pine.
to be honest, I need be with this loneliness right now,
this life is so bloated with beauty,
that I want to hold on to this rain cloud,
and ache for a little longer.
to long for the hollywood starlet,
she who dims the lights and softens the focus
who cues the orchestra crescendo,
the one who I climax to,
my sole catharsis,
my denouement,
and the resolution to the conflict,
that I fight in this bed,
for I am a warrior,
and it is romantic to do so.

Sometimes it feels like standing in lines to buy a ticket,
to buy a moment,
eat popcorn and sit with it.
to stare fixed at the screen,
that pulses my dream,
of finding the one, to miss a plane for.
And I hope I'm sure,
that what I'm working towards,
is working for,
a man that would spend a life's time, in adore, for her.
Where these cheap trinkets,
I call words, would be worth something more,
as I pour,
my heart
into everything,
tipping gas cans,
on to lit matches,
I ask this everyday.
and I wait, until the credits are finished,
and the lights are long on,
and I'm the only one not gone,
cause I watch while I wait,
the weight of something that great,
keeps me here,
waiting for her to pass by,
waiting here to catch eyes.

My life is a tarot deck,

And y'all bitches still can't see me,

I'm alone, in this kitchen,

I only come to you when I feel the weight

I reach into the twilight, behind eyes

You left and weren't alone long,

my nails are long, for I've been busy.
they have become weapons, scratching out a better tomorrow
I rely on these jagged mountains to trim them
these steep peaks to bring them,
back down to the thin point,
where warm blood is a moments notice.
Sometimes on this path,
sign posts point back
like a cruel mirror first thing in the morning after.
And then I turn these nails upon myself.
Masochistic, they find the softest parts
and expose the insides, as when a truth arrives to the light.
If this skin is a closet, then the skeleton within,
I am him.
In a room hotel white,
is a worn blue bag
is what is my life.
At home in the roam, at home in the roam, at home in the roam.
My presence is a cologne, easily enjoyed, but destined to fade,
behind the mirror, awaiting the next spray.
Nomadic tragic, judge me by what I leave behind,
For I shall always be in between.
Never end the means.
Begging permission, from anywhere its given,
but still left with pockets full of my own choices.
I live love like I love life,
Fast, charmed, aloof, and with a knowledge that the end is certain,
For the canvas borders are what lends me the freedom to create
The pressure to perform lest karma drop the curtain.
Art is nothing in the dark, yet nothing is the dark,
so once again I pack my bags,
and guard this soft heart.
Until one day, my fantastic fantasy illustrates,
will glisten with a shine,
that these fears cannot debate,
it shall be great and common place,
and simultaneously mine.
And I shall call this my reason,
and it will be enough to call home.

I run around this city,
and I'm looking at her, but she only sees herself.
Too hungry to think straight, late,
for school again.
The more clocks I see, the less time I have.
This is as natural as the orange juice the machine owes me,
oooh I'm sorry, I didn't feed you enough coins,
I hope you enjoy them,
I sold my life for them.
Supply the chain with another link,
It pulls me tighter to you.
Are we in love or are we just commiserating,
You understand me, finally,
because we're worn as shoes.
We're worn as soles.
as
our
souls

just worn assholes
input input input
output outlook
front to back
mother of the world
self cleaning mechanism
born to a system
pray to your religion

who chose this
superimposed this
encoded deciphered decoded
feed the loop
its all been done before.

Google knows what you like better than most of your friends.
Facebook is why your heart feels broken.
Don't worry though,
its all been done before.

I stay, a millenia away (again),
for the inside isn't a question,
face to face with an alien.
Why are you crying,
is a question, laid as a landmine,
only for the nosy.
Not even a mother's hug could hold me.
I strap packs to backs,
humming half way raps,
as the metro spills it's guts.
As such, I garnish these truths with a sort of sense,
which is a sort of sauce,
which my gourmet intent, invents...
and slathers as acrylic,
across a vivid, canvas atlas,
I'm thinking empiric, alas.
For the only time, I'm, allowed to sit still,
is in class, I bust ass, to savour the red pill.
The end is coming, so I guess it's mean time,
red wine, dull shine, plucked from pure vines,
that can only reach for the sun.
Its a matter of purpose,
so as a hot shower with no heat,
I bathe and remain nervous,
that the cold is coming
and the frost bites for keeps,
making the blanket to a shield,
that provides respite for sleep.
To dream of architecture,
for the pencil to plot,
to scribe the cathartic texture,
of taking that one shot.
Is toothpicked eyelids of a glance that refuses,
the only time I find comfort,
is in a muse's amusement.
The home I've never known,
is the chase of my next plane ticket,
I forget more places than the bourgeois will ever visit.
A better day is my perfect job,
I confide to the shrink,
Sickle handed on the horizon,
smiling naked on the brink.
That our ancestors knelt,
so we can stand on their shoulders,
to seduce with the sounds,
that sways safe the cobra.
I will call it as it really is,
and never question my Master,
as if I'm not really His,
as if I'm not where it is,
reared from where it lives.
I'm a dreamer with skills,
that makes it realistic,
and the reason why I can kick it,
is simply cause the shoe fits.

Leaving fresh cologne wake/ in breaths you take