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Bipolar Winter

by Scanning Antarctica

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1.
Thief 07:11
Thief Itch it’s…on me…bawdy Plebeian wry content Asylum skirting ‘bout the best I’d ever want it to be Cankers in kerosene rest inside the vetted self Swollen Time Another prophet holds the price of dreaming So leave out the innocent and lance that boil of double stance Parlay the bet you owe, let go the waste of what you know The ides shift the plane A burnt spot of hope on the blanket of indecision So don’t blink…nobody’s coming To rescue thought in a world stuck in long division Still the feeding swarms Be on the ready, the concepts of many Are disinterred through life…through… Treason trumps in idle humps and I can feel it Shades are one, the scene is done…and I can see it When the meat is spoiled…close your mouth and back away The ratchet slips…no more I seethe The talent of who cares less The blunt and stolid work of a thief That parade never came by, the festooned arch wilted Forlorn gifts to foiled shills Uncompromised…I’ll smile when the rock rolls down that hill On pace with something that you’re ripping apart Another nullified scribe…just a child pretending I can see it’s best…what you’re doing to be I can see it’s best to make it sound Brash and flaccid…a fool in a jar Another sugarfied vibe that you place into the barter Brash and flaccid a fool in a jar Another sugarfied vibe that you place until you cannot Put It Down Set fire… to your love and your want there’s a limit to the trust you bought you can’t hide Set fire…or…to let it go
2.
When Dead Letters Change Cancerous obstruction says I’m not alone Want to qualify the feeling not enough to follow it home I can’t sleep anymore though my life has grown tired Afforded the weight of pending pages Attached to my golden shrine I can’t talk…fear wants to Ornamental healing always fights it’s own Holding bastardized feelings Small enough to swallow it whole I can’t sleep anymore still my life it grows tired Born and raised in selfish ways The past to graze in brilliant sunshine I can’t talk…I can’t breathe Thanks survives…though we try Over and over we’re fastened to thoughts that we grieve We hold the light when our world gets darker We hold the light of a world so sick…When dead letters Calm you out of everything the plaster starts to show The blessed fall of misdirection is not the only one you know You tap that feeling over ones you’re unsure With a candle, coda, coddle, cup of coffee Compromise occurs And a world forgets to listen Scrutinize the things that we think Seems a part of the human condition Scoffing down failure and hoarding the crumbs As we sleep…. Still our world forgets to listen Euthanize the things that they think Crying wolf in a room full of beggars New condition, new condition There are no accidents and happenstance can’t be unmade A vaulted lie had crawled out…burned slowly And fell just like a star They’ll turn it all against the one and only still crowned phony We hold the light when our world grows darker We hold the light on a world so sick
3.
Everything 04:34
Everything I’m climbing up in the atmosphere The want is soft, yet stiffer here Bloody is the energy…where words are not forgiven High too much…bleating the line…it’s implausible Titan thrusts and then calmly aligns Still I’m drowning out the esoteric words inside that follow me Glass blown angels…falling from a tree Of a world they could not bring…when desperate is a part of… Everything Going nowhere…leather chimes and old champagne And when the dealing swarms along saying…’we’re saved’ Well I’m not sipping…cause a war will find you bread Still I’m drowning out the esoteric words that are a part of me Glass blown angels falling from a tree In a world they could not sing Insular and part of…everything
4.
Rust on the Rust Scratching the surface…no fear of the portent Plastic to progress The chafe on the skin of the world…is hidden The largesse fermented yet all is forgiven They’ve taken…all but me The shoots lay all around they’ve been jarred from the tree When the feeling comes when less is some but more than none Than logic is done…I can see Soon the feeding comes with bleeding gums And the magic of the rising sun falls through the sea And my breathing is hard…still I’m feeling You just can’t blink and stop what you’ve ever known Disharmony has shored up the blight of our days Gold lines, fleck into me, so cash in on the weight of our flesh Still you wander the ants to the end alone As we purchase redux from the friends you know Wise and saintly, never breaking Torch the thrill it’s yours for taking Suck the marrow…toss the bacon Feel and fly, patronize and stand aside it’s your own guise Ennui…is blinding Wretched self-coring…a mild sense of nothing Fasting our druthers while others keep doing the same Thing pending, never ending… Parched by a sham that will rip you asunder Quenched by a thirst that will never subside What keeps our toes tapping? It’s not the rust on the pipe…it’s the rust on the rust
5.
In The Fortress The quick set fosters the shallow decree As theatre panic flows within disease The polished banner, the naked truth The will to exit as pointing signs follow you Cold inferno, Chiaroscuro…shot! Kettle painted, moment tainted Do you believe who you are? A sinner…misplaced with arms raised in a hollow state Will suffer the same small fate I’m in the fortress…shackled with fine Plucked out with forceps and basted in holy wine In the fortress there’s no better time To lean the columns into a straight line And I’m so lost when I’m so tame Everything seems cold when everything is the same I want no more damage…what more can I do Whole inside, mollified, touching me…is saving you The nuance is yours to pack into the square Another day another drying coat of laissez faire Not done Lost to my friends…tied to the end…not done seeking All work and no play…I sit inside of the box all day The sweetest sound you’d ever sold The one with tempered advice Yet she won’t laugh through disgrace And it’s so easy for the world to buy and I’m Another perfect fit in imperfect times Filled with plastic components Sun bleached, discontinued content Eden lost its stride, foiled enterprise Gone what I could see Gone…what was left of me Eden lost its stride, foiled enterprise Gone the vision’s clean…born another dream Still everybody will try to bind the weeds to break us down I’m in the fortress…I’m in
6.
None To Harm (Merrimack Plaza) I'm peeling off this fight I feel not what you're feeling Karma breaks a little off When wretched forms align the norm The fools are everyone And the ladder breaks a little more We own our father's debt And no want resets The war to settle down Unabridged and under clouds It's perverse, divine Imperfect and true And the pain completes you I'm waiting for the sun Yes I'm waiting for the son to arrive In a mass of ire I want to laugh away Corrections from my blind lit face When I've believed it's All been measured play Supplied to bleak enclaves Divided street unchanged The less you give The more you ask for... The carnies on the lot Sell us pretend... We're all too young to face apologies And benign indifference is the paste of flailing worlds It sticks the coma through the fault of our rise So...defect and trade The bliss-less balance of regret Sits in the pocket of a cyst And no measure can Pull it through saved Anathema the bleeding scum Unfurled, unsung...unwilling What's never meant to be Is dumped in always has The great retention just a glimpse of hell caught up in the gate When there's nothing in the way to hold up What can be found... A bullet in the weighted shoulder The mercy crown Unstinted Discard the things I've lost between them In spite of the reasons to codify I'm bound through excuses To quantify... The fire in a mother's charm Smoldering rented guile Forever less...we shine out Til all the lessons grind down...there's nothing left to try Indentured fallout A muddled disease It chews you up and spits you out My passive stance Is thrown out of mindNew transcendental model screams Forever less...we shine out To Everest we shine on... We...fly...see...our...skies...rise Flaws accept us all That deed we sign together Strides will come undone Unseen and fully weakened The tide can push through the well The bleeding binds forever And one reads another one There's no hero's trace Just a confidant And only a liar could Concede the lessons died out There are none to harm

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released June 17, 2014

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