Losing long hairs

I don't really know how to battle
End user agreement tied up in a saddle
I want to let go or find a few moments down below
But the growth feels cold the lips show mold
My timing is rewinding my eyelids a reminder
I sign my name and try to tell if she knows it
I hope work starts sooner and the trucks hit bad weather
The feelings in my skull can't handle wool sweaters
I can't handle a twin mattress don't depend on the basics
Find the thin line between handicap and traditions kept sacred
Hold me but it doesn't compile
I noticed a fake smile eyes closed erasing the present
Aluminum cans traced back to this desert
I must be inert my minds staring at five feet of vert
I'm supposed to feel happy
I already feel confident
She doesn't want it and all my nonsense
The distractions are apparent the stairs stare relinquished
My fate makes a turn as I think it will end complacent
I hope I end naked wrapped in one another's arms
The words thrown smooth turned to whispers over spoons
Facial expressions left me helpless it's all stupid
It's relentless. The pursuit was the high
The stagnation my replies and the theory on relativity
It takes time I guess I'm only mine.

Love is just okay

You really think it's easy to let life go
A bag of bones pile up in front of your screen door
The years when they explored and you wanted more
And the legs starting filling up the lower two feet of our rooms
Ears always puckered up can hear right through
Can probably understand pain and our thrive for success
Reliant turned to honesty
Mom gave us all one so we had three
But it turned to a mass
It was hard to walk around
I'm to be last
But it was also hard to last in a space
Full of true moments overlapping explosions
They let you in and lay bare
They come for help passed the pass past out
Live longs for decay
A yard full of them soil turned to tombs
A kitchen lay a lineage
A constant from birth
Hope the trees never minded the piss
And I wish the animals knew they had it best
Waste away in misery no
Make a life and take it right
Our mascot is ending soon others will go
Let's look at the good times
Parade of fur and panting and being outside
Grace the occasion with joy
But the ducts full of sea water
The body loses strength
The muscle loss equals my memory plane
The place to dig around and discuss considerations
Relationships always split
It's a hybrid
Pet ownership
Many memories stitched
Sleds and running away
Looking for answers during a rainy day
It's okay
It's life love it's okay

New needs

I'm working on a new breed no needs trimmed clean
Fresh from the stalk I'm honest pour a picture frame it
And tame me stroked hair fell apart and dangled in hands
My man is too few like a train riding past hues of blues
Because the things I knew how I combusted and got flustered
The mustard on my dog slid down
Turn me loose to fill these slots
I'll call into the nonsense and unlock locks
Just the same way I opened you up
Thin shoulders some pressed luck like the leafs in between loose sheets
Kicked off my bed swirled through this world they just don't latch on to right
I don't fit nothing see the seeds to hide and embrace it
Mixed vegetables left out warm on the dinner table
The fables with the precious princesses always seemed unreliable
Who wears white unless under shirts on purpose like a sworn service
Good evil it's a mirrored surface like your glasses left on a surface
When the light shines through and you forgot who missed who
Who found who because you know no clues solid state no names
Just picture frames with strange faces grinning in front of trees
No knees no need for these memories but no way to delete

Clock is watching

Time is like an object it's absent it's obnoxious it turns all toxic
It's epoxy it holds me together the molecules whining in the bad weather
The tether between here and there the decisions to spare leave a canvas bare
We stare into time it asks us where we've been. I've been busy look at my hands
Their holy. The wrinkles and the bumps the scrapes and the lust
I wonder I wander I creep up nudged being bothered being a brother
Heads held high by my thighs thick with my hands held holding onto sides
Wishing the wash was quicker to get out dust much too whisper
Too much to much trust in the object put faith in the process
It's all honest lines become matter shattered dreams scattered seams
long lived overdue knuckles draped subdued till the children run the news
Run it for the duration of time point a point b a line in my mind
Mine it's all mine it's succumbs to the shine I lose it all through the time.

Under Motion

Still silence held under a dying motion controlled light.
Blind eye mines right line of site packed pictures torn withered
Loss the gloss stacked in a hurry it made my mother cry clearly
It's all that's left leftover nights caked in cigarettes
Rooms laid tombs the object is opposite of repair
Hand me down silverware called fine used in underwear
Born obtuse views made loose through loopholes and what to choose
Bad picker even worse dinner the plates serrated the meals dilapidated
My tongues wrung out and my eyes came out my ears be too near
My features are speechless twin pipes through broad day light
Calls my mind because the shine is unproven the lines I loved using
Lumps in the bedding dumb dumbs getting married watch the white wash away
Watch the children play under lightning and trees can it be a canopy
Or can I leave with permission so the decision isn't my natural intuition

TWO PIECE TELESCOPE BOY

So I started a new solo project where I do a live radio show every time I jam with my new CTRL-49 keyboard.  Here are the first three parts. 



http://mixlr.com/halucigens/showreel/two-piece-telescope-boy/

http://mixlr.com/halucigens/showreel/two-piece-telescope-boy-2/

http://mixlr.com/halucigens/showreel/two-piece-telescope-boy-3/

The Tumbleweed

The high finally made me dry, my eyes feel like when sun shine hits snow

Or trying to keep your eyes open when you blow your nose

My heads already in disarray, misbehaved till the chicken came

My minds over matter, scaling scaffolding over sunset hues splattered on streets

Ripped hole in bed sheets, a bio dome near my feet, see the leafs split and the spiders eat

Hopefully the vole can find it's way out because all I hear is scratching and all he hears is rapping

All I feel is all for me, timed tapped poetry trapped timid luxury but it's not enough for me

Wrestling words till submission, get rejected and it's back to listening, back to the basic the entrance to mazes

The initial percussion from a cave in, a rustle to watching your first friend get wasted.

Is it initiation?  It's usually me because of my sleep deprivation.  I see the invitation as an act of intimidation

A happy couple speaking vows through the howls of imitation, the wolves sit in back laughing, a seething situation.

View it with an open outlook, that's what I was told, that's why I brought a trade paperback book so I could choose where to settle or forsook.  I begin to meddle, seeing dresses with shiny emblems tossed my day dreams in a blender

I just wanted to something to peddle, a pedal drops from the encumbrance of the morning dew, a pedal still spins even when it's frame is chained.  I lay dumber then I was before I learned to share the pain.