Hypnotic Suggestion

For your entertainment I will now pull a rabbit out of my ass
And then proceed to spray you with laughing gasses
The fateful will squander all their beliefs when they realize the realization of realizing
And for the first time they will have to truly experience rather than being experimented on
And thought he magic act may offend the masses
Who will walk fatefully to five and a half classes
Disguising their greedy ambition in lost inhibitions and through condensation will pour out on the lands
With their briefcases, and ties
And lab coats with pocket protectors labeled hard cash
Cold and hard,
The disciplined disciples discern desctruction
Diluting the core of their senses into a whirlwind dance of melancholy
Due to hypnosis
Albert Einstein would write hooked on phonics and Hemingway a recipe for a bombardment of bombshells
And to fit it all perfectly into perspective perfectly
Do you hear the sound of hysteria?
It whistles like a bad bat, damned on the side of a damned cliff
Chasing car lights
and dodging magnets on the fridge
ABC's exist to teach us nothing but everything
And w don't take the time to even read on the lines let alone between
Look to the moon
If you want to see the sun.

An Act of Mercy

It is a hindrance in itself to claim this fact as fiction
but the whole hole has harnessed itself to its position
and it sits and festers with puss and disease
Waiting and rotting till it breaks away like a piece of dead flesh
and the grip from the hero's hand to his damsel grows ever weaker
As she flails her legs about nearing the rim of a disgusting oblivion
And though he wants to save her,
He would also like to loosen the burden straining the muscle and bone of his arm
The weight though it may not be much might be loosened
And though she may fall, she will be safe, though a little worse for wear
In the mid-day sun the colors would wilt and fade
And she would pass through a black and white canvas, and she would be pale
and expressionless
As she entered into her own recovery room,
Stumbling over the hand me down hospital furniture
Grasping onto a false hope that he might return to be her savior
But she will soon have to find a new god, a new light
Someone to raise her up out of this new slump
It was not selfishness that made him let go
Nor self preservation,
The longer he held on it would not only tear his muscles and shatter his bones
But it would shatter her bones and tear her muscles too
Dangling above that pit of grotesque spectacle
Dreaming up a way of being an escape artist,
But no where to run to
And while they both dreamed electric sleeps of one another
The rapidly increasing growth of the hold would spread to consume their whole worlds
Words and all.

Put to Task

I worshipped the feet below this cloud,
A backwards example of melancholy,
Torn asunder by miniscule people in big boy pants,
They wanted to fly, but failed to sprout wings
Even upon those that they forced out windows of skyscrapers
The pawns that they kept smashed under their thumbs.

But amidst it all is the disrespectful

The life beaters,

Forcing the joy out of the willing

Those who wanted to become something

And took in the lie of the big machine

Even those who willing took the knives against the innocent

They took their joys away

In the final hours we wish for more

In the final waking moments we want some kind of sign

A signal from on high, perhaps

But we should stop begging for chances to change it all around

Because we only seek to find solace in the things we hated

Whent he things we hated become our only options.

But in this cynical sky,

There is a silver lining

And golden rays of sunshine

But you have to pass through the fog

You have to pass through a raging storm

And lose track of all your patience

And rush in head first

But to be honest,

Not everyone will find it.

They will chase the carrot on the string

Dangling from the end of a stick

Attached to their heads

Hands extended forth

And trying wildly as if grasping for straws

and in the silence of their fall,

Nothing.

To Just Be There

In the blink of an eye I see I know not what I was saying
I could not fathom what I was doing
Jumping into the ocean without a raft or knowledge
I took this plunge to quickly while your feet were cemented to the ground above
Here I was drowning, and realizing
My feet were cemented too
What was I thinking, why was a grasping at a ghostly image
Not really there
But still a soothing presence
But now I think I understand
You spent so much time swimming amongst the fish
When you were meant to walk on earth
And you have only been there for a bit of time
But you were worried of doing it alone
Because some would make you go back to the ocean
But this time, patience is key
the time could be at hand or not
But you need time to take in the oxygen
And spread your toes in the grass
Welcome home to freedom,
I won't try to dive again,
Not at this moment, maybe not ever,
If we are not meant to be this place,
Built upon sand,
Good, but fleeting as the tide rushes in
Battering everything into flat surfaces void of dimension
I'm calm and collected,
Here I go.