Sweet.

What has become more of a habit than a necessity.

Like needles in my fingertips and a pit in my stomach.

Must consume.

Must stimulate.

Must survive.

Alienate empathy.

Regurgitation identity.

Liar’s hiccups.

Exposure.

Guitar pickups.

Sound wave closure.

Sentiment erosion.

I can no longer hold her down.

But the beast is a reminder, the heat a confider, it all comes crumbling around; the fruit ashes to the taste.

Give it to me, give it all; I’ll take a mile.

Run away, run away now; like a child.

Another tattoo, feel the pain of permanence and smile.

Walk the avenue; innocent and beguiled.

The tea is sweet enough.

Are you coming down?

Coming down again?

Tunnel vision, day after sickness.

Can you not be away from me for long?

Oaken barrel and warming bitters, swollen veins and glitter, did the dragon get away this time?

Did the distance make you feel bigger?

Daggers.

Staring.

Pleading.

Bleeding.

From a height of ecstasy.. leading me.. to her.. cavern of tribulation.

A treasure of lithium found.

A host of compositions abound.

Must remember to write them down.

All that I could hear is fear.

Oh, give it to me, give it all; I’ll take a mile.

Run away, run away now; like a child.

Another tattoo, feel the pain of permanence and smile.

Walk the avenue; innocent and beguiled.

The tea is sweet enough.

What has become more of a habit than a necessity.

Like needles in my fingertips and a pit in my stomach.

Consume.

Stimulate.

Survive.

Alienate empathy.

The tea is sweet enough.

I can no longer hold her down.

But the beast is a reminder, the heat a confider, it all comes crumbling around; the fruit ashes to the taste.

The tea is sweet enough. –Michael Kabu Ament

Statue: Melancholy by Albert Gyorgy

Haunt.

It’s kind of sad when the devil doesn’t want you.

Never enough, even for your own kin; the words haunt you.

There we saw the meteors coming down, aurora echoing the sound of our own convictions; not as if you’d ever want to be me.

Your decision matches the ice cold silence of the hyperborean sea.

Awestruck by the home I’ve built in the canyons and valleys.

My love will take me no further than the delusions of reality; wanton the roads of the eventualities.

I am lost here, in the temple of sleep; aware of this waking dream.

I stand circumstance, tolerate curiosity, digging deeper; into me.

Bleed lotus flowers upon the sacred extremity.

Incense burning my nostrils; gifting me serenity.

I will rise up; if only time’s up.

Tread the sacrificial grounds again; posturing before the deities.

I am breathing in the light before the shadow.

So motiveless and grasping sorrow.

Hope, and faith, and strength; I borrow from you.

Eons separate my feelings from my hollow youth.

It’s only another drug; just what could it do?

I need it now more than ever, when I think I’m clever; the humbling anxiety comes through.

And we’ll hear that song play it’s familiar tune.

Washing over, like a baptism; drink in the wine of forever.

I stand circumstance, tolerate curiosity, digging deeper; into me.

Bleed lotus flowers upon the sacred extremity.

Incense burning my nostrils; gifting me serenity.

I will rise up; if only time’s up.

Tread the sacrificial grounds again; posturing before the deities.

I am breathing in the light before the shadow.

The words haunt you.

Sad the devil doesn’t want you.

The words haunt you.

Sad the devil doesn’t want you.

The words haunt you.

The words haunt you.

I am breathing in the light before the shadow. –Michael Kabu Ament

Neon Hearts.

Bright lights; make for Bright nights.

Neon heart pumping.

Bioluminescent ichor leaving trails to follow.

These streets have personality; but all the buildings are hollow.

And the monkeys too.

Nothing is hallowed.

Nothing is sacred.

Alleyways in my peripherals; trying to be patient.

Drunken youth and depressed ojii-chans trying to fake it; trying to meet their two days of freedom with elation.

But the reds are shining through; their aura’s burning hue.

But ours are blue.

The chosen few.

And even though we can choose; our lives won’t begin anew.

And that’s just fine.

[It doesn’t matter how many lines you blew in time with the musical cues.

The nosebleed won’t last forever; but it sure is something.

Bright lights; make for Bright nights.

Neon heart pumping.

Bioluminescent ichor leaving trails to follow.

These streets have personality; but all the buildings are hollow.

And the monkeys too.

Nothing is hallowed.

Nothing is sacred.

Alleyways in my peripherals; trying to be patient.

Party at 6 to 9 in the parking lot, loud music and donuts; the fun kind.

But these events have no drugs and I’ve already lost my mind.

Standing on the hood of a beater decorated with waifus, but one is Luka-San; and that’s a man.

I’ll never understand these less than white dudes.

Even though I am one, should be able to see right through.

I’m gonna take my ass and find you; sitting in some corner at the back of the metro.

Cause you’re fun to talk to and you always know something I don’t know.

Better to spend my hours with a shadow that needs something.

Bright lights; make for Bright nights.

Neon hearts pumping.

Bioluminescent ichor leaving trails to follow.

These streets have personality; but all the buildings are hollow.

And the monkeys too.

Nothing is hallowed.

Nothing is sacred.

Alleyways in my peripherals; trying to be patient.

The reds are shining through; their aura’s burning hue.

But ours are blue.

The chosen few.

The chosen few.

Neon hearts pumping.

And even though we can choose; our lives won’t begin anew.

And that’s just fine.

The reds are shining through; their aura’s burning hue.

But ours are blue.

The chosen few.

Neon hearts pumping. –Michael Kabu Ament

Rose of Remembrance.

Leaving marks; like a rose of remembrance.

Demonstration of loyalty and undying passion.

She’s got everything I need in the light of blackened sun.

The way she carries herself; like a soldier carries a gun.

A banner like blood; quench my thirst as colors run.

Where shall we be, skin melts together so gently; as the two indefinitely become one.

She’s opened my eyes.

Opened my eyes.

Opened my eyes.

Opened my eyes.

I’ll carry her.

Enduring me.

The shadows and the voices scream.

Far gone are the days where we could be alone.

And I know, my pleading will never be enough; thrashing around in the undertow.

Her warmth; the only respite from the cold.

Beauty and undying passion.

She’s got everything I need in the light of blackened sun.

The way she carries herself; like a soldier carries a gun.

A banner like blood; quench my thirst as colors run.

Where shall we be, skin melts together so gently; as the two indefinitely become one.

She’s pulled out my eyes.

Pulled out my eyes.

Pulled out my eyes.

Pulled out my eyes.

Except for one.

Anxiety, shaking like a leaf in tornado winds.

Every time she touches me; I want to weep within.

Leaving marks; like a rose of remembrance.

Blooming until God judges our sins.

Her understanding and kindness; rapture of a thousand men.

Loyalty and undying passion.

She’s got everything I need in the light of blackened sun.

The way she carries herself; like a soldier carries a gun.

A banner like blood; quench my thirst as colors run.

Where shall we be, skin melts together so gently; as the two indefinitely become one.

She’s opened my eyes.

Opened my eyes.

Opened my eyes.

Opened my eyes.

I’ll carry her.

Beauty and undying passion.

Where shall we be, skin melts together so gently; as the two indefinitely become one.

She’s pulled out my eyes.

Pulled out my eyes.

Pulled out my eyes.

Pulled out my eyes.

Except for one.

Except for one. –Michael Kabu Ament

Sleeping Dog.

I won’t let go; even if I don’t know myself.

Forgotten my place in this world; a prosaic hell.

My feelings and secrets fall upon the stage; show and tell.

Blooming flowers on thorny desert gourd; I knew them well.

Blood drawn with every known prick; wish I knew how it felt.

Lost it all that stood beside me; welcome to my endogenous cell.

And if we had it easy; life would be far too simplified.

We’re it difficult, they may remember how we died, and were we so far gone into it; would we be satisfied?

Sometimes we were wise enough to let sleeping dogs lie.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

Unafraid and untethered; a heart accustomed to the dark.

What is found there in the well of sages; a trying man’s art.

Mouthful of dirt and ashes; the taste of compulsion plays it’s part.

A name and some silver; that would be a start.

Fuck all to what society says; they don’t put bread on the tables of my hearth.

Born and bred medieval man stands between dimensions with wizard’s hands.

Chasing dragons into stool pigeon’s plans.

Tart and bitter cherries, refined; to make the kings understand.

And if we had it easy; life would be far too simplified.

We’re it difficult, they may remember how we died, and were we so far gone into it; would we be satisfied?

Sometimes we were wise enough to let sleeping dogs lie.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

I won’t let go; even if I don’t know myself.

Blood drawn with every known prick; wish I knew how it felt.

Unafraid and untethered; a heart accustomed to the dark.

What is found there in the well of sages; a trying man’s art.

Ink and metal; distract from the scars.

Artemis arrow; pierce the stars.

Gods amongst men, writing poems; it’s what we are.

Guardians of edge of space and time; know we took it far.

And if we had it easy; life would be far too simplified.

We’re it difficult, they may remember how we died, and were we so far gone into it; would we be satisfied?

Sometimes we were wise enough to let sleeping dogs lie.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

Let a sleeping dog lie.-Michael Kabu Ament

From an objective standpoint there is no right or left; just right and wrong. Instinctively you feel it when you do something objectionable or inherently human on a moral scale. Trust your instincts.

Endymion.

Tongue cloaked in bitterness.

Wish the sun would never rise.

Eyes water beneath a trillion lights; shadowwalkers watch as I’m skinned alive.

Smoke lifts me up to greater heights, layman shrugs; confused as I contrive.

Her dais calling me; euphoria as I shrive.

Burden lifted I laugh; blood dripping from my smile.

Sent down before this unholy mother; grace unseen by wastrels green.

Enter o’ sunflower, you can stay a while; measured twice to find the mean.

I turn myself in, then turn myself out, walking the gravel road, feet bleeding; filled with doubt.

Will I get my shit together?

Will I turn my whisper into a shout?

And the spiral goes on and on and on and around; down into the ground.

I’ll be happy when this is over, I’ll get my restitution when my trumpets sound.

I’ll turn in the dirt when my Endymion sleep is found.

Tongue cloaked in bitterness.

Wish the sun would never rise.

Eyes water beneath a trillion lights; shadowwalkers watch as I’m skinned alive.

Smoke lifts me up to greater heights, layman shrugs; confused as I contrive.

Her dais calling me; euphoria as I shrive.

Burden lifted I laugh; blood dripping from my smile.

Like a blood flower in bloom; scent sweet and delicate.

Lulls me into a retreat, don’t run and hide from me now, a connoisseur of flesh; I need to eat.

Our home, concrete and steel jungle; kiss the street.

In dark alleyways and the tunnels beneath; where ancient bones rest and lovecraftian horrors lie upon the seat of sickle and wheat.

And the spiral goes on and on and on and around; down into the ground.

We are bound to the sound of music rumbling aloud; chords and swords raining down from the electron lit sky.

I’ll be happy when this is over; I’ll be happy when we die.

Together.

Turn the page and fly.

Tongue cloaked in bitterness.

Wish the sun would never rise.

Eyes water beneath a trillion lights; shadowwalkers watch as I’m skinned alive.

Smoke lifts me up to greater heights, layman shrugs; confused as I contrive.

Her dais calling me; euphoria as I shrive.

Burden lifted I laugh; blood dripping from my smile.

Drifting off to sleep again.

Eternal rest of Endymion.

Drifting off to sleep again.

Eternal rest of Endymion.

I turn myself out.

Then I turn myself in.

Drifting off to sleep again.

Eternal rest of Endymion. –Michael Kabu Ament

Soul Trap. (Any Means Necessary)

Charybdis logicum soul trap cognizance.

E.T. witch excising visionless cognitive dissonance.

Shamanic dogma, feeling this internal summation; intervene listless arithmetic creation.

Monk enrobed in fire; dying with patience.

Man of charisma chaos; uniter of nations.

By any means necessary.

Wary missionary carries the precarious chariot’s load.

Carrying a lariat to preside over multivariate variants; plagues of and o’er old.

Remembrance stands out beyond; unflinching mnemonic that the cure is worse than the canker.

Yet they’ll have you believe it can be fixed with pills and bankers.

Feeding upon creatures of the dirt; it’s the new progression.

Transgression suppression; is oppression really the question?

Egression is a confession; don’t confuse rape and murder with self-expression.

In this hour of need regression becomes a profession.

In this darkness instead of intercession we need technological introgression.

It’s time for the intellectual to inherit the earth; call it a line of succession.

By any means necessary.

Charybdis logicum soul trap cognizance.

E.T. witch excising visionless cognitive dissonance.

Shamanic dogma, feeling this internal summation; intervene listless arithmetic creation.

Monk enrobed in fire; dying with patience.

Man of charisma chaos; uniter of nations.

By any means necessary.

Deep contemplation seems to be a rare occurrence in this multiverse.

Like zombies eating brains to get smarter; it never works.

Try to drown it out with the serpent’s stimulus; but it always hurts.

War drums beating in time; it’s a fucking curse.

Open your holy book and sing another verse.

Pleading on your knees only makes it worse.

It only makes it worse.

For your annihilation comes to pass in the waking hours of imbolc; as the sun brings exposure to your evil within.

The truth will pierce like a feathered bolt; bringing pain like heartbreaks begin.

One last chance to get it right before the ignorance sets in.

I’ll offer you a mark of pride in the space below your chin.

I call it..

Charybdis logicum soul trap cognizance.

E.T. witch excising visionless cognitive dissonance.

Shamanic dogma, feeling this internal summation; intervene listless arithmetic creation.

Monk enrobed in fire; dying with patience.

Man of charisma chaos; uniter of nations.

By any means necessary.

By any means necessary.

Wary missionary carries the precarious chariot’s load.

By any means necessary; the truth shall be told. –Michael Kabu Ament

Breath of the Forest.

Breath of the forest.

Blood pumping.

Breadth of my heartbeat; taking time for my eyes to adjust.

So humbling; breathe in the dust.

At it’s core is my echo and shadow; waving me to come within it’s center.

Fire rages, ashen taste like snowfall flakes; never wasted, create and destroy as I wait.

Awakening my muscles anew, pain that I can tolerate, to see and feel this gainful renewal; I am getting closer step by step.

Treading in this skin; I will dominate this time.

Just fucking bet.

Wet my lips and clench my teeth.

Grab the reins; my hands and feet will bleed.

Beading sweet upon the seat of my brow; my crown of need.

Dripping into the thirsty soil, of my life; let it drink.

Embryonic liquid.

Thick and afflicted.

Quickened and consistent.

A pool of entropy, here; something missing.

Sirens wail in the distance; a lure in the darkness.

Reminiscence transmittance.

Omniscience persistent; mirror of narcissus.

Oscillating in the earthen torrent; breaking in my grave obscurant.

Breath of the forest.

Blood pumping.

Breadth of my heartbeat; taking time for my eyes to adjust.

So humbling; breathe in the dust.

At it’s core is my echo and shadow; waving me to come within it’s center.

Fire rages, ashen taste like snowfall flakes; never wasted, create and destroy as I wait.

Awakening my muscles anew, pain that I can tolerate, to see and feel this gainful renewal; I am getting closer step by step.

Treading in this skin; I will dominate this time.

Just fucking bet.

Beauty swallows this lachrymose hollow; like a demiurge greedy for starlight sustenance.

Pituitary release seeding lover’s quarrels in the mourning winds.

What is near, is also far; speaking through a veil so thin.

Climbing mountains sharp with ancient obsidian.

At the peaks lie the hopes and dreams of men.

The genuine bide their time.

Alternating meditation, hands caressing dirt, and water, and stone; sensual and reciprocal.

Sleeping, hibernating and growing, branches and leaves with mother Gaia; knowing the endgame.

Death’s embrace consuming quickly.

By the sisters thou art blessed.

Forever will this sanctuary be the purest.

Breath of the forest.

Blood pumping.

At it’s core is my echo and shadow; waving me to come within it’s center.

Awakening my muscles anew, pain that I can tolerate, to see and feel this gainful renewal; I am getting closer step by step.

Treading in this skin; I will dominate this time.

Just fucking bet.

Beading sweet upon the seat of my brow; my crown of need.

Dripping into the thirsty soil, of my life; let it drink. –Michael Kabu Ament

Love.

Jera.

Wunjo.

Gebo.

Othala.

Algiz.

Bear this upon your chest.