1. "Making a loud sound"
    — Mice Parade

  2. "This Morning I Awoke From My American Dream"
    — National Road - Bark Hide And Horn

  3. Oblivion

    Shadows play with my doubts,
    erasing my dreams,
    while listening to distant shouts,
    it seems that I slumbered off,
    out of hot awakening,
    into cool oblivion.


  4. Strange Enchantment

    Walking inside thin wires,
    across metropolis spires,
    and wondering why,
    we are speaking through the sky,
    instead of looking at it.


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  6. The Records

    The tricky talk of those who can walk,
    and dance around the meaning,
    without ever seeing,

    While the tyrannical tapes rewind,
    and reverse their records,
    skipping over,
    the beginning.

    And the tearful trail,
    to often walked,
    is still so far,
    from the end.


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  8. Relief

    Brewed with the brimstone,
    hot ash all alone,
    swarmed with sparks,
    fears far from fallow,
    trapped in a box,
    and hunted by foxes.

    I taste the toxins in the air,
    and despair,
    until the next gift,
    of cool rain,
    a flow with no pain,
    and the sound that keeps me sane.


  9. Decline

    Shrinking but not leaving,
    sinking but not believing,
    the undoing will only be done,
    when they have won,
    but we are not defeated,
    and hope was not unseated,
    on this day,
    or any other,
    but machines are churning,
    and oil burning,
    while we are learning,
    of all our dark yearnings,
    on this day,
    and every other,
    and all those that came before,
    all the old and forgotten wars,
    their violence as old as love,
    as young as humanity,
    in its adolescence,
    not seeing its obsolescence,
    on this day,
    and those that come.


  10. Dwell

    I listen to the floating masses above my brow,
    trying to hear above the crowd,
    but I cannot.
    The lines are obscured by long scratches,
    and I’m distracted by the unlit matches,
    at my bedside.
    Most days the only comfort that I can find,
    is at the bottom of a very deep well,
    Most days I don’t reach the bottom,
    but I try anyway.


  11. Leaving

    I cannot sneak up upon these dreams,
    they come from the darkness it seems,
    that I am constantly at their whim,
    trying to sleep but caught in their din,
    While the waking light envelopes me,
    the night time corrodes me,
    and these moments development me,
    while the conversation erodes me,
    I’m the fading shore,
    leaving with the tide.


  12. Never Will Be

    Time’s speed is irrelevant on this night,
    half-light coming through my windows,
    shattered on ideas I can barely grasp,
    battered by a wind I can barely hear.
    I’m in-between what’s important,
    transitioning to what is,
    but stuck on what isn’t and never will be.


  13. We Will Repay Her With Many Lives

    The sweet nothings of the night fade,
    they’re now caught in tiny pools of shade,
    beneath the great branches I lie,
    while exchanging words with the open sky,
    there is trouble in her breath,
    weary and sensing her death,
    but I have no solutions,
    and I have no restitution,
    only a sly dilution,
    of the truth.


  14. Pieces of the Subconscious, A Bedtime Ramble

    I still can’t sleep,
    nor do I really want to,
    but I should,
    or I won’t be able to wake,
    and try to take on the day,
    try and fake my way,
    and fail again,
    and possibly again.
    With thoughts like these,
    it’s no surprise when it doesn’t come,
    as I worry of dangerous guns,
    going off,
    and other big crimes,
    in the still of silence I hear chimes,
    and faraway traffic,
    but the road to sleep is far more ominous than a highway,
    and twice as deadly,
    as least it feels that way sometimes.
    However on this night I am in motion,
    moving forward,
    but aren’t we always,
    and as I lies still,
    I race my death,
    trying to draw even more breaths,
    until fire takes them away.
    Until I reset,
    or lose my way bereft,
    going deaf on my own terms,
    but don’t take away these ears,
    ‘cause I need them,
    like I need you,
    like I need a clue,
    about what to do with these thoughts,
    endlessly intricate,
    but in reduction,
    infinitely simple,


  15. No Rest, Not Even A Little

    Ridicule for those who have nothing else,
    no ounce of peace for the pain they’ve felt,
    ‘cause the cruelest torture is in the mind,
    repeating redundant knowing not of time,
    It’s clear to see how some could snap,
    lost in the boundless cranial trap.