Honesty

I love honesty.
At some point we all need to drop tact,
Forget the act,
and cry.

I love the abstract,
but now I'm harmonizing with you.
I've tuned into you frequency,
And now you're like me.

Express yourself, dear.
Let the anger flow through you,
Out into the ink of a pen,
To be lost on a sheet of paper.

Something about that,
Careless manner in which she,
Feels so visibly everything,
As if it's the way it ought to be.

Well I'll sit and listen.
I won't grow tired of your honest words.

Throne

The floor is lightning.
Violets are flashing.
I step on electricity,
A voracity for felicity.
Strap in, we've arrived.
Welcome to the Throne.

A sea of glass,
Stretching oh so deeply,
Like the lack of an intent to end.

Colors made of ripped up misconceptions.
The shining multitude is our reception.
They all came for Him.
What does He look like?

On The Concept Of Space

Funny how,
The intricacies of one scene,
Can all be seen,
So differently.
If you but merely,
Reverse perspective.

One Man, casual attire,
Walks away from Formal Blue.
Formal Blue becomes a crier,
Rejected thoughts fill her through.
Like that sea of abandonment,
She used to swim through,
Filling the terrible void,
Of what her parents used to do.

Now, to add and change the context.
We find the One Man feeling tired,
A sleepless night has left him vexed.
So for her spouse she so admired,
Formal Blue got up and left,

So that One Man could get his rest.

Curious, oh curious,
I find what is our song,
When we see every action,
As an act of some great wrong.
But glorious, oh glorious,
Is the heart who understands,
Despite the greatest intentions,
Alone we are all just One Man.

The Room

Two men sit in front of you.
They are planning your life.
The walls are freshly painted white.
The couch you sit on is made of black leather.
You notice a fly on your shoulder.
The skin there is surprisingly bare.

Two men sit in front of you.
They are giving you advice.
One sounds like your favorite Grandfather,
The other sounds like the worst kind of wife.
The smell of drying paint reaches you,

One of the men smokes a cherry cigar.

Two men sit in front of you,

They are planning your life.

The first thinks you should be an actor,

The other believes in your legal abilities.
You are surprised to find,

That your legs are wearing tights.

Two men sit in front of you,

The first begins to fade,

He looks like a shadow,

You want to rest in his shade.

The second is growing a beard,

His smile reveals yellow teeth,

He falls over backwards,

And away flies a parakeet.

You get up, relieved.

You are most definitely,

In the wrong room.

A Conversation That Never Was

"Thank you, dear."

"It's my pleasure." 

"It's your job."

"No, don't condescend so deeply as to reduce my deepest hearts desire to a mere obligation."

I Dedicate My Collar Bone To Jessie's Nose

Not everything is mere lights and triangles,
I know you wish it were,
I know you wish it were.

Colored hair made off with your snare,
So your heart forgot how to beat.
Your mind forgot how to sleep.
But you kept on grinning.

Conversations under summer nights,
In light of the half korean girl's mind.
I think she was being coy.
I think the punchline was her ploy.
I'll bet she likes the long-haired boy,
And maybe I'll be able to sing,
By the time my suspicions bring,
Them back together.
You should probably go and get her.

It's all reminiscent of sunshine,
So tell me all of your adventures,
Or let's make some new ones,
You have such a funny sense of humor.

Originality is hard to come by,
And you came by it the hard way.
Living in your house of duct tape.
Well, I'll go there too.

Concern

Searching the ocean for a proper picture,
An analogy for the ensuing conversation.
Pick your target, pick your hope.
I'll be found out anyway, anyway.
It's inevitable anyway, anyway.

Drip down and deepen the ravine,
Made of a sharp violet light.
Sit down and speak with me,
You may have a moment of my time.

Understandable, yes, of course.
But where is this book of records?
That finds my flaws written into my skin.
I carry no scars in my spirit, oh Soul.
You have no truth if you deceive me.
Rest in peace but look not for flaws.
Sleep for a while, yes, rest yourself.

Drip down and deepen the ravine,
Made of a sharp violet light.
Sit down and speak with me,
You may have a moment of my time.