Matty Matte Modge Podge

Enough, set the stage upend the place and turn the page cradle the moment and earn your wage stiffen your neck and take the wave let it drive through you, watch as it pays then the sun sets and paves the way The mornings forewarning, the quiet handed caged clouded visage trapped in the image Enough, five years spent for five years aged quick to trick, tip the brim, set the stage however clever, cleaves the finger, blood wet bandage I've vibed with less, intended bliss as destination, put in the address obsessed with the rest, about a sense of emptiness. I decided its time to imagine my life a fine wine aged and avoided crimes of the mind teetering footstep edges from the divine resigned to dive back in and sin all in all, in the fashion of the time. I've imbibed the truth heard footsteps on the roof flipped mattresses uncovered the proof the substance of which could carry the troops armor laden and armed to disprove a life in the day which keeps madness at bay sayers of sooth,...

Money owned this town, 2002 in with the speed of sound JFK outbound, landing LAX and your passport found fight or flight, right to the underground towards Sydney harbor views temptations abound choose puddle jumper, propeller sound, over quick snooze port douglas port o call, jeering jet lag blues haven't written a poem, nor a song, talking bally hoo stroganoff stomach taunts these ragged shoes 4x Bitter Roo burger all puzzled with clues true, too the ripe sting of anemone hues ooze ankles dispelling myth for aboriginals to diffuse Quick ride to the country side, swallowing pride Doctor's hide bitter stench of a sterile nose dive blamed me, my frisbee, quickly, don't you dig me alive jumping from a plane, unleashed the bush beast from within me Holler to the south, ground braking Opera House Sydney mornings come early brimming from without scout a room, tout, taunt and japanese clout maybe your mouth is hum drum and drought maybe gin an tonic is as bad as we thought far fro...

To the left, my mind stands waiting to embark Right, begs reason but stands alone in the dark Struck hard, like stone tempting its skin to spark Come superman, from a mild mannered average Clark The fates have you, like a bullet in a vacuum Resume your reason to avoid being consumed My minds faded, so shut up and face it I'm left jaded, focused and waiting, frustrated strained from the distance between reason, but if I aced it like a test, I'd say wasted, talent doesn't display this Daily, explained mainly for outdated monotony A contrived, concentrated duration of intimidation is waiting behind closed doors, for sure, the score, I'd even then towards a new discretion, inspect the quest I creaked the wood laden specs directed, the intention incepted at the last moments of duress counteract the rest, circumvent the nautilus octopus takes full artistic license and crushes the vessels neck The fates have you, like a bullet in a vacuum Resume your reaso...

Unearthed retrieved ordeal, this root of all evil misguided perceptions, no believe me you tribe called quest, but quest be unequal cerebral, the main line appeal decibal level makes it all too real from fleeting image to real world composed of glass and steel conceal essence but the meaning's surreal left to upheaval, destroys the land, without burial but with far less worth than what your eyes reveal. Mere menacing agent breaths, pressure relieved deceived me as the night recedes moon to sun, as land from sea attempt to claim back the sleep I need shadows bleed light, reflects your greed please, don't ease, don't ease don't ease me in, shutter-release creased visage, from an unspoiled seed asked to lead, mouths to feed, beliefs turn creed biblically fetid, wind swept and god-speed careful then care free, churned urn, adorned burned for sure flames kissed the moon danced the waltz, followed the tune, the turn, and preserves the yearning, like the simple cistern mouth v...

Your pretending is endless, so here are my suggestions as you find yourself Defenseless inept to my intentions, unless this, no wait, correction, I will leave you senseless blindly idle and penniless, scrambling your defenses, make you part of my nutritous breakfast you couldn't even exhale, as my words, they leave you breathless if I'm wrong then correct this, when I say suspect this, your detectors reject this, so your still jotting down notes I've got you checked off my checklist, I'll bring it all back, in case you missed the stacked mental impact of collaborating systems intrinsic in this poly phonic blissed out and rhythmic conniption fit, that you dismissed...so I'll connect this my endless, ramble of thoughts tempts rhythms and clench fists it's water dripping to quench lips, counteract conventions at best this counter culture remolder, makes times suspended jedi mind tricks leave you tempting the tempted, quietly presenting my thesis it's pieces con...

Where do I stand? Now, days out from New Years, on the cusp of the entry into my 31st year; needing a thesis; hoping for answers to questions I have already forgotten the likes of by the time I've gotten to the end of this sentence. Clearly, having a point or meaning is valuable to me at this point. But why when I am so apt to consecrate the process, do I stammer, stumble, shutter and slip. I walked blocks of Manhattan on Saturday, knowing, as I meandered the street blocks back to my temporary abode, that these moments, and the warmth of the late December weather, were fleeting at best; less tangible objects to be cradled beneath my arms, to relative obscurity to those around me, nestled deep in my chest maintaining some grasp on them, like holding one's breath to the point of...I dig in to these thoughts much deeper now, realizing even my skin is slinking itself off daily, from lips, from scalp, hands, palms, knees; at which point am I shed of my next me, is my anaconda shell ...