Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

drifting along like wood
wounded my memories
feeling the rampage
of a shroom delusion
I clutch the moments
and stop the time

wondering to the bridge
I move to the right
to let you
go

stop at the light
move back and realize
the karma
is the dream from the week
before

for the thornes to pulsate
in my unsettled memories
i wait in the beds
with the brare rabbit
and wish for the sunlight
to open the doors
of Alice and her wonderlands
mystical time wharp.

as i see the hole in the cloud
i whisper out your name
in my dream
you are here
next to me
wishing apone a star
that never burns out

Noose
Nightmares consume
Like salt in the wounds
I’m hiding inside again
As you all continue to assume
I’m safe here in this padded room
Unless I stray again

I foresee the battles wants
Often choosing me
Because inside my head
I know things aren’t right

I buy my own cure
Hidden deep within my ...

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I travel
To see the blood
Oozing from the gashing wound
I desire
Need to know
The workings of the mind
spirit and drive
To understand the reasoning of death
I see beauty in blood
It’s art
Like the blooming of a rose
That unfolds
Into its own ...

Finally, to forgo sex is to lick the needles of a cactus,
Is to let the wind purposely reshape my hair,
Is to repent my sin of adultery.
Is to anchor a boat on the highest tides,
Is to sit by the ocean and count every star,
Is to rampage through the parking lot just to be close to the door.
Not to ...

I
I did survive
The wreckage of rust
Links of lost lives
And the willingness
Through the moss
And endless messages in the bottle
I was twisted
Through ports
No bigger
Then a newborns fist
To another
From a land of the same tongue
As my age has been challenged
By the welts and brandings
That covers ...

you
who see me
as reflective and cold
closer to the truth
you will see
the twisting of the stories
like the colors
of gold and flesh
reptile is burnt in your mind
feeling the rough texture
believing it’s a rock
smooth is the surface
of rippling rivers
you choose a belief
of contemporary ideals
but ...