Complexion

I grab it with my red right hand
Blood vessels turned to sand
Bouncing ball of opportunity
Thrown with a heavy empathy
Inspect my racket in the left
Pick off dirt and increase stress
Tension in strings breaks
Connections and brings disorder to function
Don't fix what ain't broken, son
And it's a broke binge
When the salt stings
Trust halts bring faults
And sing alt-rock, waltz
To the sock puppet soliloquy
And read into whatever reality
Becomes clearest first
Or dirtier, rather, we hurt
When search turns to certain
Recursive data insertion
Alert the population:
The visions of the morning need no further explanation
A whole truth is never so brutal
To be reduced to futile
Systems such as language
And where does my fist go
When I kiss those soft hands
Am I a man or a series of plans
Perfected in theory with good intent
Stretched to rigidity and bent to infinity
I spent my youth trying to be God
And lost myself in an odd way
But this character I'm renewing
Brings a new youthful naive soothing
Positive energy proving that nature is losing
To nurture and we're all grooving in a mix
I'm fusing philosophy and love with a soundtrack to skateboard tricks
Creation is my discipline trust bond
I seek my reflection in my most fond imperfections
For my direction depends on which selection
Of gray matter is blessing my complexion
And I dig the left one...
But he's a friend I regret spending
Ten years bending to compensate
For his irrational fears and pretending
I'm not aware of this careless
Mistreatment of the psyche
I might be done with that fun
Or maybe its only begun
I don't know or seek the answer
I don't contract the question cancer
I motivate facts and float on dry land, sir
I preach to my ego while you listen in
As we go along the velocity of the wind
A complementary sin, we let the universe win
And feel a fast grin spinning again

Gregariousness

Vibe flowin' from ya eye
I get a style, a sense of wildness about your flyness
I'm high yes, but you're there in the air as well
And we don't care, we'll just bare our souls
With no repose, no reconsidering of the iterations of our twittering
Patience and heart beats start our feet
Shuffling neat and discretely winking sweet
Smiles that I'll over-analyze for a while
And channel the energy toward exploring your mind
And finding courage to flourish in the nourishment
Of your urgent emotions folks tokin and jokes will
Begin broken and fix with a friendly token
A social trick gregarious hit with a laughing fit
And isn't it just the shit
Sit down and let it run around without you for a bit
And get back to the track running fast
The positive blast will make this memory last

Epiphany Machine

Wasn't much to today
Didn't have much to do with today
"You weren't really you, were you, today?"
Nah, I wasn't
I was more unpleasantly ignoring my present
And resenting the dissension from my ready philosophy
I'm begging on my hands and knees for a prophecy
That's probably got me before
But I ignore my experience and am sure
My delusional delirious retorts
Will delete my past results
So I can let life retake the happiness quiz
Crank the volume on my epiphany song and start it over again
Become a close friend of my mistakes
And let them take me out for dinner
We are feasting on the flesh
Of freshly killed shame, fear, and sinful
Thought patterns took simple matters
And crafted a raft, sent 'em laughing
Floatin' on the past
Rushed in the wrong direction while the kids run fast
Push those emotions in the water
So they'll swim and thin to better visions of your father figures
Lingering doubt
Figure it out
Pressing the issue will tear the tissue
And new muscle continues with time
But misuse a rhyme and be accused of
Miming in hopes of coping with
A loose grip on reality's fit hip
A tip this trick can spit from his lips
But still can't always clip to the bricks
Walling the thick-skulled self-referential
Mister currently delivering this blistery
Fistful of simmering similes, conceits
Consciously contradicting creative concepts
And complicated beats
A feat I defeat but greet with a smile and sweetness while
The psychology completes us
And the knowledge is neat, yes
But experience shows you can't beat confidence
So confide in it
Ride a self-manufactured wave
And limitless tide can tell the fortune you create

Social Synesthesia

Synthesized thoughts o' the day:
Make your own way to play the grow-up game
Today maturity transcends sexual purity
Emotional fixes trick us to throw bricks
Is this tic gonna prick our thick skulls
Into action
And out of an immature freshly post-adolescent society?
This notion of pressure point public enforcement does not require our piety
Our conscious community will increase in sobriety
When passionate leaders embrace mental variety
And fact(:)
We don't need to get attention
We just need to plant our own brand of land
And I mention this warning
Because more than a third of America happens to be CORN
We earn ourselves merit
When children are born
And survive to become more than we ever were
So pour yourself a half full glass of
Whatever passes through your soul
Drink the whole thing
And be bold when you bring
The cup to a crash on the table
Make a covenant between your disabled
Body and enlightened mind
In the one life we live, it's worth finding a new and better system
Not a religion but a privilege
Be more akin to social sacrilege
Assert the pristine pretentious dreams of yours
Just remember to never be mean towards
A character that doesn't happen to fit in your scene
Of course this is difficult
It requires an inspired rejection of personal assumptive inflections
And behavioral patters that don't matter for a fat second
After the fact
Wreckin' the train of thought from its tactful tracks
React with no preconcieved notions
And maybe this shit we're livin' won't sink into the ocean

Flick the Politic

Purchase the urgency
Fishtailed feelings fighting for resurgence
Pearly whites and ties strangling aging trust veterans
Culmination of lies mangling community
Bitter men
Dirty wealth
Left children in withered health
Felt pain
Pushed under
Resurrection, we must burn asunder
The social pressure clogs progress
Balled up pieces of regret wiping sweat
Nerves dead to reason forget
Capitalism is a threat
To all save the tallest
With the smallest heart
Empathy is the start
Of the next chapter wherein we begin
To atone for our sins
Ivory tower
Fake flowers and too much power
Survey the horizon and possibly
Lay your eyes on the lambs
Followers tread lightly in spite of the will to fight
Assumption of equal opportunity
Unifying the community
One nation under one lie
Preservation is a joke told to pass the time
Once pigs get their fill
Pack their backs and spill
The news to the used
"Haha, you lose!"
Shoulda seen the look
Told us they're no crooks
And took the change from our kids' pocketbooks
Paperback crack addict failed mathematics
Spoutin radical trash
Fashionable if you want it to be
But promise me you believe
Talk, preach, walk, teach
But walk where you must
Diverge to selfish urges and this will breach our trust
Path of righteousness is plagued in stones
Pitfalls and false homes
And everyone of these downfalls must occur to be sure
To be certain the last curtain is gone
Will it ever be?
Not with that defeatist attitude
Don't get sadder, get much madder, dude
Of all the problems we face
None bigger than the human race
Compassion versus greed
Feed the energy into what we need
Emotions are infectious
Be precocious with your intentions
Open wide and flood the city
Rushing liquid language loud enough to make Gabriel blush
Fluster the maniacal bank busters
Tune out the TV gusts
Radiation blushes your cheeks
And fizzles out awkward analogies when you speak
So FREAK OUT!
Greet loudly the day with love in mind
And life will drop that bitchy glare
In place of a kinder stare
Depression is anger and anger is fear
Fear is self loathing...self loathing is here
Near to uncle Sam's address book
Tucked in a nook
But hooked to American pathology
Systematic dissection of property value
Betrayal of sympathy
A non-sustainable mutation
The evolution of this nation
Depends upon a vast inflation of change
Not the change in your pockets
Change out whichever jock's lobbyin' up this cockpit
And stinkin' up the process
I'll blink twice before drinkin' in these iced American problems

Winter Wishwashes

Tight grip
Vice tips my icy scale
And I'm wailing inside while I inhale
Trail off to the darker corners of my mind
See what negative fantasies I can find
Unwind my talents and spit on the threads
Cold, no comfort and creating dread
Lies and slanderous cries I've fed
Into my head
Keeps me lying awake in bed
Filled to the brim and overflowing
Never quite fully grasped what I'm growing
In my gut
But knowing what
I can do
LET MYSELF GO AND BE TRUE
to the positive side
The returning tide
Energy ride into good memories collide
Tried to force it with logic
But couldn't stand as a mechanical man
Planning to lose the Judge for good
Giving up the fight with my tight mind
And wooden shackles rot
Emotional waves caught in time
Saved for prime reference materials
Confabulates more surreal experiences
Sometimes the pattern is too clear, yes
Stressful knowledge
Take this test one quest at a time
Best out a rhyme
And bust down a firing line
Crust wound
Trust swoon
Must be soon
Fuck doom
Just fuck the gloomy gus-hole with a flagpole and pus
Fuss in a mussed hairdo
Where do we go
Where the wind blows
Or where she doesn't
Don't make it unpleasant
Consider this thought process a present
Rather than a curse
Rehearse the mindset
And fetch some worse ideals
Than real time, really feel the deal
All I can drop are pretty words and popular
Estimations of brain functions I've heard
I must unlearn the vacant turn
Churned gully bullied by the Billy Bob
Sob story
Cory Arcangel and a glass pipe of danger
Fangs mangled to an angle
And strange banalities dangle
Drop to the bottom of a Pringle's can
And stop the flow from starting again
But conscious duration is a friend
Distractions will win in the end
Better compliments hold a hand to lend
Folding thought canyons send old water to fend off
Bold daughters from landing
But the promised purity is advancing
And the princesses will be dancing
On the stress confessional remains
Hands clasped, we'll sing a folk refrain
Surrender to love and evaporate shame