Diary of a Sinus Virus

2012-03-02T22:21:00.004-08:00

the man stirs inside
the door ajar but
Thus far he is sly

And quartered in a jelly race
moving slower towards
the prize of victors and why
the man will stir to fight
and be white and chivalrous
to take the prize of jelly
and lick it viciously off
of the table, cockroach by
roach and he lets go
the rat slips out
and he knows,

he knows it's very slimy
gritty words that mean little
less on paper but more in terms
of political association or
some delusional frequency that
humans can understand,

understand is this waste in sand
a kind of stand that is based
on fallacies in human order
human is anthropomorphized
to include little cows
and cats to bunnies that
fluff but we eat them
'cause they eat well in
fried cheese with burgers
in the lard of old farm crittery
cows,

cows pull the jelly race
and the man picks this cow
and says, " I eat from you well"
You are my favorite,
cow

He mounts the cow's head on the pedestal
and says look
I won the jelly race
I let my rat out
to fight the roach on the table
We live in glory
glorious roaches fighting
against a story
negative connotation
associated and some sort
of moral foray
and it's unknown

He only realizes after
deed is run and done
his life from squalor
of eternal glory won
in a timeless prism he watches and waits
hopes to win the
peanut butter race.

2012-03-02T22:12:00.000-08:00

sits in the bull pit
and it's delicious
wants some balls
to have true grit
and it shows
gives fast grimy
puns to come
sails down to
chastity and fun
and it blows

garbage sways on
appropriated taste
changing from opinions
of waste to gait
and if a garbage can
think of ways to,

to become true to
being in a container
and a package to
landfills cycle and,
it goes in
and out again

Seed the America

2011-09-24T19:51:00.000-07:00

read the fap-pages
and it'll sap rages
to the gap stages.

See the comparative
run afloat
I need to
rock the boat

That's why I'll talk about:

sperm,
toxic paste
nuclear,
is a crazy taste

In the hopes you'll see
and trace.
The pattern of waste
in this maniac race.

Be A Human Being: Remixed on Old Dusty Records

2011-09-24T19:43:00.000-07:00

be be be a dream

maybe if i scream i'll be a human being
and maybe if this tension wraps i'll loose the springs
wish I could free this crazy soul
and bust out of the crazy droll

I need need need to sing
And it's the sparks that it'll bring
This is the dissolution in the thing
This I swore to you I would swallow whole
And dance to the trying birds

Seed the America
Concede the trisect of bisect
three-two equals solo
And in solo we sometimes bring
The dissolution of the thing
We need those wings
And those are the basics.
I'd pay her to ring
Those are the basics.
of 3/2/1 solo

Periods haunt my apostrophe.
Please run!
Why why why do you shout?
I need the out, I need it out?
Don't run, please walk.
Stop hold on I need the fun.
Don't play, work to make dull boys but not girls cause it's sexist

I need the sun.
But but but it burns.
So I run.

2011-08-25T21:22:00.001-07:00

insanity is it? insanity is not being able to stand

or wheelchair to alternatives
and its wrong to shoot men sniperwise in the foreheads
because brains swell up, blood flows awkwardly, and the veins PUNCTURE
thought processes are INCINERATED
yes

cruelty in these lies that you try to shove
but you cant
cause i see
i see you
time to bounce
to a beat even if it's straightforward
straightedge; sometimes it's better

hallelujah and the crazy man is scared
how his friend the crow fared
the fox slyly pulled on the trigger.
this i know?

color of her eyes? neon.

be.

2011-08-22T00:49:00.000-07:00

be be be a dream
maybe if i scream i'll be a human being
and maybe if this tension wraps i'll loose the springs

the voltage is high but i'm alive and i'm screaming
my rights my am i right insight to the light
and pound pound pound

horsepower horsepower horsepower
powercry for us
it dosen't matter
free your mind
and you'll know
freedom fight to fym
free our minds
one loop track to one loop hack
play play play over
brain material wash on the surface
blare blair witch
and we'll know.

Bacon

2011-08-14T00:56:00.000-07:00

Slam poet on a slam home skillet.
But where's the home bacon?

If you add possesive
She might think digressive
Add a my to the sly
And it's all wrong for me
It's all gone in the hidden tree

Slam bacon on the skillet and it sizzles
So good for you and me

Chol-est-er-ol and it's good for you and me
Crunchy and salty munch on it for we
But the old starving man can't see
The old homeless woman can't be

Cholesterol for you and melt's like cholesterol
For me.

Revival of the English Language By Arrogant Long-Titled Bastard(s) (Redux-redux of past two poems)

2011-04-24T00:46:00.000-07:00

Poetry is the extension of our insanity;

write it down before you forget.

Sign up for this, sign up for that,
Before we know, we're electronic rats.

Arsenal in losing minds,
a matriarch of broken conventions.

Paradox, paradiddle, and parody
insanity and clevertongue is regimented with glee,
witty scorch, and ADHD.
The darnest curse it is for me.

I need to rhyme, I need it now
It is the output of my brow.

A stolid mess was due west

such pretty dress, a stolid pest
a dour bore, a horrid word and

messenger to your faith.

The maiden that rides on the echoes of your cavern.
She rides the bumps of your heart, our love,

Wed stolidness.

Lime Lyme Rhyme Redux

2011-04-24T00:39:00.000-07:00

Poetry is the extension of our insanity;
write it down before you forget.

Sign up for this, sign up for that,
before we know, we're electronic rats.

Arsenal in losing minds,
a matriarch of broken conventions.

Paradox, paradiddle, para-dee
insanity and clevertongue is regimented with glee,
witty scorch, and ADHD.
The darnest curse it is for me.

I need to rhyme, I need it now
It is the output of my brow.

Neologism Repetitions and Vibrations for Tired Clever Souls

2011-03-31T20:19:00.000-07:00

His Son who sees the hopelessness
she frees his wed stolidness
shark who rests and zests
the lemon crest, wed stolidness.

The bitter tea, a herbal tree
the vanilla cream, a truffle seam
the delicious beam, a chocolate ream
Wed stolidness.

A stolid mess was due west
such pretty dress, a stolid pest
a dour bore, a horrid word and
messenger to your faith.
The maiden that rides on the echoes of your cavern.
She rides the bumps of your heart, our love,
Wed stolidness.

Neon Girl Paramour: "When She Was Bad..."(1.0)

2011-01-16T19:56:00.000-08:00

I

He was a very bloody man. Stout really. He sat at the bar on the end of broken dreams. He had a very grotesque moustache, on his hand a red rash, inscribed with the harvest of twenty-seven. On his eyelash a bubble, a fiery rain drop of accomplished misery. A bubble that drooped to the dirty porcelain floor. Drinking his drink he ensnared a wink from the neon girl.

Temptress in blue and green, standing on a dancing floor and quite lean. She lay on a pillow of seams. The seam which tore apart and blew in the wind, and a flying rind, which carried the smell of tangerines. A raven toying with humans. The stout man sighed and looked back at his drink.

"Mr. Higs isn't it?" the bartender asks.

"Yes it's Tork Higs; Tork Jonathan Higs" a reply.

Neon girl flies and moans, at her look the drones. Oh no! Another one gets blocked from freedom. More floating comes and this time the temptress smirks. A sweep of air and she sits next to Higs.
"Hello" a voice grating on the chalkboard. A complementary voice for a complementary woman.

Silence in its own nature awkward. A warm fire on a cold winter night. She moves her head to better regard Higs.

"I SAID hello" her tone enveloping the irritating quality.

"Learn to say goodbye" Higs retorts. Another smirk in the water. A dilute water concentration with more muddy mud than mud can handle. Higs, the tortured, can see clearly. Higs who is picked on and stuffed into dusty old closets, and eaten by the trashy vixens inhabiting his life.

She deposits an incredulous look and leaves. This time her smell is all weird, her hair frazzled, and her drones dispersed. The mass of the trickster has been delayed, and the bass of the music has been led astray. The new hot thing fades away. And within the circle a new stone lays. Not for Mr. Higs. Mr. Higs lays in the bar and stays with his bay of pigs. He sits and drinks. Collects many winks. And in his limbo he thinks.

Fire-Kitchen bombing Consumerism/Mercantilism (Atlantic battle circa Now)

2010-12-25T22:59:00.000-08:00

ancient rolling stone wondering what it's about
has a long story that life is about
sad sappy thing that is full of doubt
see the woman that fooled you
she must take this route
cooking is an art, and art is fun.
look i made a rhyming pun
that's what life is all about

go into the kitchen to make myself a Sloth
she doth, doth she wishes she was in a time where it was rough
full crowd, pity about how we're all so alone
out kitchen go Sloth, made myself a sandwich with brand lettuce
ooh the crunchy labeled cheese that i bought at Ikea
i made it myself in the farm i call home where i sit

change your heart, be proud, look around
see all the people clapping and wondering what's all about
there's no smell of doubt, you feel devout
realise you're the anon alone all your wholeness bread
a delicious sentence of parfaits and imperfectss
sandwiches, sizzling with hot lettuce cheese
in my farm we call a home, in the barn
and the magical refrigirated whipped cream fountain

there's a magical place within a magical realm and a magical helm
there's a stale puddle of piss
there it is and it stinks!
metallic iron, add a y for effect
sodding fakers with cool accents
borrow words just for fun
show it all and still be fleeting
be chill and still defeating
be with the will but be still
be a-bill with random

beauty in a cylindrical cone, the cone of truth
one of orange that we see and wear around our heads
her cone is purple and therefore i know
she is the neongirl and therefore refrigirated
sitting in the helmet, that goes around our heads
a laundry room, she's refrigirated, she stinks, she's happy
really kind of sappy
see the random a-bill it, y to it, y to do it.

The Laundry Room. (27 Forever)

2010-09-18T20:09:00.000-07:00

The evil cat wants to meow
Grass monster wants to be happy
I want neongirl to fall
And it brings me to the puke
The green cucumber shines again
Cold winter snow freezes the snowman
Chilly he is and we're covered in grass
The colors eat the thought away
Sick and feverish he is

Nostalgia bites away
My brain is on false
Near the laundry room
All the memories came through
And I thought of the door that we spat
I ate the rat
I can't make sense
But I want the 27 happy
And I'm tumbling into the room
Got the October fever
And she swoons
She falls far to gloom
And I want her closetroom

I want them to fool themselves
And keep us in a job
I want them to wrong themselves
So I can think happy
My soul yearns for the laundry room
Got the smell for the old memory
Give it a thought and my entire mind rots
My soul needs the laundry room
I want a neongirl
I want thought that came to me
It seems lame to she
The laundry room reeks but it stinks good

I wish it was all like that
Now it's all different
Perfect clarity pitch brain
It felt bad now it remembers good
Discoball kill will make us all satisfied
I think I'll learn to read
Then I'll be all satisfied
Now I found the door to the laundry room
I can crawl into the empty laundry machine
Find my way into the laundry room door
Tumbling tumbling I will soar
I will fall and then my mind came.

2010-09-10T22:20:00.000-07:00

(warmth radiates from steady beat)

the cold, the trance, welcome it
and the trance neongirl sings
her voice is sex
talking to make prudes
the polite one is now rude
and now we get dirty
on the clean tiles
teenagers spawn maturity
but then our revolution plays
and there's this one girl
she gooes ooh
and what she moans is what
love teenagers mosh to angst rhythm
this resides in me
this is what i feel in you

complaint hate.

2010-09-05T02:01:00.000-07:00

she was a flare
burned my brain
like an aneurysm
scorched earth campaign
now i breathe for the neongirl

drop your neuron into the bucket
pour oil for science, make it float
when we eat dirt we'll gloat
make a shallow moat of the black melt
tingles the nerve sensations
the lack of oxygen
in tar she wrote

all that you want is you
attention seeking brat are we?
all that we abhore
inflate and our pride will soar
lump in your throat, gotta swallow the arsenic
get past, the radioactive metal i lick

Musex

2010-08-17T23:14:00.000-07:00

the neongirl looks like she needs a kiss
ash in her face, she's in bliss
love is... this?

she looks like a hipster
you'll dance with her lips
one look and i knew
she'd control my bass knob
she keeps a little ink on the side
to move the treble
the amp's a rebel

high note, crowd of empty faces
but his is distinct
he knows just the faceless doll he wants
boil her in the pot
we'll make droopy plastic dots
i'll make her melt on the cot
i think i like her cello
together we make yellow
check, trumpets might rain

cures your cancer
but then the witch will burn you
her herbs, her goods
will drive you insane
the witch has sex appeal

jazzy bass duo on her bed
lets just say her lips will be fed
lets rock out, the seductress is led.

2010-08-02T21:16:00.001-07:00

Lady of the Embrace

2010-07-27T11:31:00.000-07:00

If we sing harmoniously
We might get along
We found ourselves a friend
Who knows us not
Sell the mansion and the world
To the homeless on the street
Spill the oil back into the oil wells
Maybe we'll make more
If the rich rule the world
Than I rule my heart
Trapped within my heart
Rich men trapped within the world

Working hard, buzzards flying
Working lazy, buzzards feasting
The pretty woman is grinning
Cause the blood is pouring
She got hit by a car
And the blood went back in
The heart stopped beating
But she still was walking

Translucent skin shakes minds
Bake in the sun just for fun
If I go outside I might get a tan
She'll make you love her
Sexy sexy vixen
She'll leave you flushed
Flushed in a pool of your blood

Maybe you'll walk again
Sometimes it's so misleading
When she drains you of beating
She swaggers so you don't consider it cheating.

2010-07-10T20:27:00.001-07:00

Just letting you guys know I'm still alive. Things have been okay recently, although I'm getting a little bit of writer's block. I'll try to publish some new material soon. - V

Nothing personal.

2010-05-13T21:26:00.000-07:00

A she could be personal but convoluted
Kill myself just to try
Purpose can't find harmony in its goals
Discord, exploration touches love and it feels like hot coals
You control the voltage on my heart
Twist and ignite,
fill the clouds with smoke and trees will grow.

Life is like hope on dope and it blows away
With ashes and schizophrenia, bat your lashes please
Now she's making me horny, but please don't bore me
A she is a she, but could be personal, a me is a me
but could be personal.

2010-05-01T21:10:00.001-07:00

Live with me

2010-04-28T21:04:00.000-07:00

The cancer is well
My brain will swell
Help my ashes metastasize

Carnivals you shall free
Life like a soundtrack
All I can be

Help me seeth
I'm slowly growing teeth
I can't chew this beef
I'm floating down this leaf

To see you must pay a fee
Wearing a yellow tee
But you can't see
So what good is it for me

Closer to my heart
Lovers depart
The nearer you dart
A punk rock chick
Please flick me
Mind like a candle wick
Awaiting a pick

Glands leak over our faces, dispersing hormones.

2010-04-16T20:08:00.000-07:00

I am a virus
Jolt, your endocrine system disappears
Laugh, you're drifting on ecstasy you dolt
Take a bath, swim in my decay
Trim your beard, burn the compost material
Turn the eco-extremists on you, you'll be dust
Do what I do, we do what we must,
It's not a matter of trust

Jitters, make a ripple in your life
Mean something, shine
Make me surprised.

Teams I command, feast on my flesh
Dreams I surrender, ripped from the mesh
Seams I rip, tripped over her; refresh

2010-04-12T20:36:00.000-07:00

swallow a pill
spill your guts
fill my mouth
on the window sill

my stomach is fed
think its well read
but my brain is
dead.
heavy as lead.
stupidity is wed.

2010-04-08T18:30:00.001-07:00

2010-03-30T21:39:00.000-07:00

Coke eyes sigh, Parliaments might lie
Give me your noose and I'll tie
Commit suicide just to try
Keep it poking, keep it wry
Drive me insane and I'll tell you why

Moan sweet moans
Little fry
Drone sweet drones
Milk me dry

Mild groaning is my settled warning
Tiled blood and they're shy
Perfect city, abnormal lack of pity
We think we're witty and we eat meat
Holding my puke is a feat
Look out your window and see the elite

Loan sweet loans
Little guy
Tones sweet tones
Milk my high

2010-03-25T20:23:00.000-07:00

catch my drift
open rift
shattered kiss
this, my lift
perhaps she'll miss
that'll be a diss

anyone can rhyme
add some thyme
maybe a little lime
perhaps some Lyme

anyone can lie
perhaps someone can't die?

2010-03-22T19:30:00.000-07:00

I love you when the wind cries I love you like my sunrise
I'll love you when the moon flies
I'll love you forever, it's no surprise.

I burn like a fire
Mind brimming with desire
I dont think I can sate
This wonderful opium taste
My mind is paste
My thought's are laced
Traced with you.

-3/10/10-

2010-03-10T20:45:00.000-08:00

drinking the lake of your soul
she seems i seem lets think
this acid is real
thinking like stars
time like eons
cant complain
pacifies us

it wont be long
before we transform
i can hear the woosh
of us frying us
turning ourselves into mutual friends

its real
can i tell if?
if shes real?
is it real?
push it push it
unity on stars
time has stopped
unity and stars can float
is she real?
can i tell if?
shes real.

elvis-inspired mix.

2010-02-22T21:38:00.000-08:00

brothers in arms
dealing out all the harms
jokingly delivering fun
letting the cops see some sun

broad eyes
wink once
wink twice
got you
satisfying me

jus' a little more
got you tired of talking
jus' wait around
we'll be dealing out
all kinds of action

one two three. revision.

2010-02-22T21:34:00.001-08:00

one two

he's seen

our mindpans might be free
minds of glee
one two three

twelve parallel to six
divide our whims
throw some brain to the mix
one two three

your demise
our surprise
i think i can sing
one two three
minds of glee

even though i think i can sing
im suicidal
but only on occasion
so its okay

dirt can climax
one two
freed
minds of glee.

Pretty personal?, Chapter 2 of Would make sense

2010-02-12T00:19:00.000-08:00

Unless you think
Like me->schizophrenic
my mindpan is free
<-schizophrenic
mindpans of glee->
go no charity aranoid.
minds of glee.

--- partial reflection

very personal stuff.
but at the same time.
very alien.

Trilogy of Would Make Sense, Chapter 1 of book

2010-02-12T00:16:00.000-08:00

New moon.
Has chewed.
Half a heart.
The rest is spewed.

Don't know.
Why I waste time.
Everyone is dumb.
'Cept for like two people.

Gotta run.
Late night.
Fate right?
All white.
No insight.

It's catastrophic.

2010-02-12T00:11:00.001-08:00

Everyone.
Always the same.
Running in circles.
Seem like they change.
Always the same.

mooooon

2010-02-04T20:42:00.001-08:00

it seems like its
this ?
nothing is certain
everything looks broken
it all feels broken

notify our placement
no hesitation
when it's said and done
it's all lies and pain

but we still got our

"tangerine sky."

dream2

2010-01-25T19:55:00.000-08:00

taking test/entrance exam
guy tells me that its okay
i can take this test again
at this place
anyday
in March
---
running with these people
run to Lawrence
find abandonded motel/hotel
we walk and run
yet it seems forever
till we hit the back door
there we walk out
into the night
and see piles of junk, mounds
and little huts and junktree connections
we go on the mound
intense moment
then the junkers come
kids dressed in shadows and junk
goggles and a frying pan on one kid
oh so silly
stances so wide
they stare at us
and i wake.

dream1

2010-01-25T19:52:00.001-08:00

kissing the girl i loved? on the playground of the school
quick kisses
dont last long
all of us sitting on a bench
good dreams
dont last long.

This is my act of contrition

2009-12-04T21:53:00.000-08:00

"I kneel with submissive heart, my contrition is like ashes, help me in my final condition".
This is my act of contrition.
"It is better to burn out than fade away".
And I would not like to sway away.
Fade away.

"Break bread with the enemy."
You think you've read me.
Pastels I haven't drawn.
Faster I haven't won.
Those fakes think they're number one.

Strike high, move fast.
Honor has a place in duty.
For when you fight.
You fight for what is right.
You fight for the pure and white.
And then you have that power.
But you won't use it to destroy those different colored flowers.
You'll do it with sight.
In the meadow of night.
In the basement of fight.
We move with might.
To do what is right.

Broken mirrors stay broken.

2009-11-30T20:22:00.000-08:00

I can't remember what I lost
So I can't reclaim what I must
She can see me for who she sees
But all I see are empty trees

So I sit here
Chiseling mirrors
Making mirrors
All more broken.

Fake attempts at wasted gain.

2009-11-30T20:18:00.000-08:00

Brothers holding in embrace
Safety's sake
They know it's wrong
To hold and fake

Forgot to put my armor and coat
Broken legs run faster still
And I wave my hands around
I sway in the masses like a boat.

Each is clear
Take your time now
Here we resume
I'm the reason I feel pain

Hope
You gotta find that
Hope
Hope

And I can't find my virtue
I feel like I'm lost
Filling in that hole

Scratch that windshield
Make it all weird
Make it more scratched
Fake attempts at wasted gain.

Sky high.

2009-10-17T19:39:00.000-07:00

It's ok
Everybody has to die some day
I'm fine
We're running out of time
Okay say I
Lets fly
Lets say goodbye

Do your worst
Let my voice go hoarse
Let the wind blow
Roll me around like dough

Let us get crazy
Manipulate destiny
Let us get spacy and wasted
Destroy our faces.

Lets
Lets.

long intricate solo with loud vibrations.

2009-10-09T18:57:00.000-07:00

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

What name might pay.

2009-10-08T19:52:00.001-07:00

She keeps this bogus pumping straight to my heart.
She eyes me like a Pisces as well, I am weak.
No kids forgive none just yet.
Black sheep gone.
Black sheep run.
Something in the brain.
That slipped my mind.
Unknowing co-authorship.
I fall like I get depressed.
May there be.
Me too brah.
I try, I need to practice.
Bury the living she needs.
Blood to maintain.
Her homeostasis control.
Of depth and perception, no hello.
Give us conversations.
In the alley of our dreams.
Come on and and take it.
I'm tied to a diamond.
We are dying machines you groom.

Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
Grooming these defecating monsters and sheep.

Groom yourself to look good.
Go to yourself and find a room.
Look at those shrooms.
I think I might sell.
Me as a product.
Oh wow.

Defecations, redesigning multiplications.

Yeah.

2009-10-08T19:46:00.000-07:00

Bear your throat for the revelation
The end and beginning start now
Raw feelings control puppets
Us masters think us so smart
Us are they, us are naught.
Pull it down and have a fit.
Can't control, makes you hid.

Snakes are cunning.
Foxes are sly.
We can hide.

Can't deliver this might.
We think our cause is so bright.
We lose ourselves.
And its done.
We might not change, but we remember.
We run.

October Revolution is Wilson Project

2009-10-01T18:45:00.001-07:00

Truth to be told

Im tired of

What you gotta do

Is feed it

Or spin it

Weird eyes shine blue

Strange photos represent

Nostalgic memories

October Revolution is Wilson Project

Feed on systemic economic loss

Our ears hear this blast

Now we awake, and we explode, now we fall

And we die to live again

These things

May make us insane

Sane is falling

It has been a long wrong

But I think it nears its end

And now a new road begins.

I lied.(future insight)

2009-09-26T21:04:00.000-07:00

His legacy; the legacy of the world
Hefty fine, broken bowl.
First time, I'm in my immortal mood.
I cried over the fellow Pisces.
I'm less patient than weak.
I'm more angry than meek.

Those who talk the lie, walk the lie.
Soon I have to duck under lies.
These pretty Martian thoughts make lies.
I like lies because I live the lie.
Your advice means lies.

Flying solo; no tomorrow.
Except that speck I'm not sure of.
Now I die!

I just got a light bulb.
A monologue, inside my brain.
Juke this tribe, this lie.

Date, mate, hate.
Wait, fate, rate of income and interest.

Willpower means nothing.

2009-09-11T22:41:00.001-07:00

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