The Push

I walked through a forest off the beaten path

Turned around to admire the mountain from which I came 

Out of the woodwork came a daemon with a push  

I hadn’t seen the ledge from which I fell

Time slowed falling backwards

Looking up at all I’d lose

Crowd of people appeared on the ledge above me

Screaming advice downwards

Tossing coins and fortunate wishes

Which fall fast towards the rushing water beneath me

“We’ve all been there,” they yelled, “Be as we are.”

“See what we stand for? Stand like we do.”

Voices of fools echoed through canyons

Rippled through time

As I greeted my death with open arms

As if to grasp a ghost

My arms wrapped inward instead

Coiled up like a fetus

I hit the water like a womb

New depths of comforting silence

Sank into a hotbed of apathy

Timeless eternity

Sharp stones from the beginning of time

Rock bottom sank deep into my spine

On the riverbed I awoke

The ghost of my death spoke

“I Am. I Am. I Am.”

Will to power is redemptive

Now as then I Am choosing this

This time without doubt

Within and without

I choose life. I choose life. I choose life.

With the push of a foot

The ghost of my death

Pushed me up off of the riverbed

I emerged with a breath

On the other side of the river

Only a moment I hiked back up to another ledge

Opposite the ledge from which I fell

A few people remained still screaming fortune

Downward towards the water

I knew they couldn’t see me

They were screaming at a ghost

Their backs turned to the mountain from which they came 

Afraid of falling for anyone, for anything unknown 

For the leap of faith, for the push of fate

Fortune and misfortune are indiscernible

Stuck on a ledge

While life is fearlessly pushing ahead

I fear nothing here and now

I Am to resume my ascent

Last Wild One

I’m an island

Evolving all alone

Weird features

Fitly shaped for sole survival 

Huge soul stuffed in hardened shell

Too big to survive on mainland

Too small to disappear completely 

We’re endangered

There’s only one of us that I know of

Our language has been rewritten by fools

Our rituals thrown in cages 

Our history lost

I’m the last wild one

Screaming to a world that could never understand

Dancing About Architecture

Listening to pretty people

Complain about ugly people’s talent

Dancing about architecture 

This building’s too loud 

Short strings

Tight wound 

Meta Pixies too soft 

Beethoven too loud

Dynamite isn’t dynamic at all 

Bombshells only blow each other

Beauty comes in many forms

Simile puns duck ‘n cover 

Dear talent and brains,

What’s compassion for?

“For the dumb ugly kids 

Plucking away next door”

Sense their joy

Tap into that 

Compassion’s a gift too 

I love everyone

I hope you all learn 

How to shut the fuck up soon

Still Going to Follow

I beg for a light until I see one

By the time I see it

Don’t know if I invented it or not

Is it real? 

I don’t know what’s real

Not for real 

But I’m going to follow it regardless

I couldn’t follow anything blindly

I follow a thing bigger than anything else I have known

When I can’t find it I’m lost

My visions where I’m inanimate 

Stuck outside space-time

In a dark void of eternal dread

There’s the presence of a taunting laughter 

And it’s a familiar presence 

I know you

You’re the lady at the end of the line

The voice right before I die 

A light red color I’ve felt viscerally before and after

I know you from nitrous oxide too, ticking breaths 

You’re always there in between life and death

I know who knows you and doesn’t know they know you

I know you

You showed me my birth

I heard my father’s voice as I popped out of the womb

You’re the last stop before I die 

I know you

Was that real?

Am I stuck in a dark void taunted for eternity?

Is that the truest hell?

You know how I know it isn’t real? 

Because music. And mountains. And love. 

I experienced them all inside of me

The external stimuli seems real,

But it’s certainly fooled me before

My devil’s advocate tells me 

If you experienced it all inside you, 

The dark void could be reality 

You could’ve created this life as an abstraction from that dark void

But then I answer, even then, if all this is inside me, it’s a fucking beautiful dark void

Even if I’m alone for all eternity and I made this all up, I love my imagination and I find value in it

If the worse case scenario is that the light is a sick joke, 

I’m still going to follow it 

Rise to the Ethic of Her Law

I set my own rules

Long ago on a waist-high pedestal 

I stood on a perch

Gave rise to law of earth

Days passed where that law couldn’t have been clearer

Rule of earth was my mirror

Ill-fated days, still I lived without blame

I found grace in the fate 

All that stood still,

For stillness was all that would await

On the dawn of ill fate

I conjured dusk in the same

Resting on restless twilight in disgrace

I stood there a decade

Let awash all humor away

All the joy that made the pain

Like a paused tape

But the film went on 

A decade without dawn

Still night, no right, no wrong

In the absence of all, an ethic is called

In that reckoning, comes law

Ethic is presence, ethic is will

The compassionate empathic creates his own hell

Hate seeps its mischief in one who hears his call

To care so God Damn much you don’t care at all

To be left to devices one has no will to use

I’m ill to refute

To respite in dispute

In his last attempt at humanity

The ramifications of insanity

Are to heed its call

I am one with earth 

If I’m one, I am all

As long as I rise to the ethic of Her Law 

Lone Masses

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

Doing backflips 

Around your track list

Doing truth for you to relax with 

Beauty follows laws of attraction 

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

When your ears get mad

Listening to all that trash 

Slap this mat in the front, round back  

Welcome home, you gorgeous lil ass kiss

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

When the fridge buzz 

Overrides the static 

When all the little things 

Start to actually matter

Like love and death 

And the everlasting 

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

Spun round the sun 

Wearing rose colored glasses 

Truth to power

And power back at ya 

Pretty sad there’s still folks 

Trying to flatten it 

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

Only talking trash at

The blasphemous 

Science deniers 

And art hating fascists 

Persecutors of love 

Who put prophets on the blacklist

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

I’m a Velvet mirror 

Staring at you backwards

Showing you the hope

Buried in your sadness

A light shown inward

Reveals the lantern

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

Is this rap?

It’s fantastic

Like indie alt and what’s that? 

It’s so much better than all of those crap hits

Step up to bat with

Lone Masses

An ever lasting, instant classic

It’s massive and magic 

Contains zero plastic 

Curiouser and curiouser 

It’s madness, it’s madness

Eternity’s mass split 

‘Tween a quantum reaction

Space-time is additive

Absurd but not abstract

Can be beautiful, entropic, lovely or tragic 

Forever is actually 

Quite elastic

Well folks, that’s it 

Signing out lone masses 

If there are questions

You have to ask it’s 

The last bastion of hope

In an everlasting sea of blackness