Justin Razor and the World

Idle March I'm sorry we never island hopped/ I'd forgot/ Your list, now time is not/ On our side, but loss/ Isnt real, let's try and toss/ Some life and posh/ Living into the vines and moss/ Hanging from the stylish plot/ Of jungle we're in, with vices, strong/ Love and pine that falls/ In needles, dont cry and sob/ Just rise and talk/ With me, you're the brightest star/ In my violent heart/ And your light enthralls/ Me like a song/ Written by our God/ In Heaven with pious thoughts/ Let's fly and start/ Our journey and tie the knot/ That binds us, locked/ In place, concise with brawn/ To the tithes we sought/ In each other back in that idle March/ Let's go hike, get lost/ Across streams, serene/ I hope you think of me/ When you sleep and dream/ Of indecency/ Combined with the eager need/ To love you deep and free/ Be with me/ Whether here or across either sea/ Please believe/ That I'm seeing things/ Clearly...

   Time's Rope I feel the distance/ It's real, it's clipping/ What time we have left, unsealed, dismissive/ I'd kill to witness/ The first few months of our weary drifting/ Apart, because you're still the biggest/ Part of my life, whether here or living/ Back in California, I'm stealing kisses/ To take back with me, my dismissive mistress/ I'm done revealing wishes/ For us just to be pissed and slipping/ Parrying, blocking punches and the will to kill this/ Because I've concealed my feelings/ For too long, the mirror is grinning/ At me/ Laughing/ Because I'm steering this ship/ Straight into the rocks/ I knew the plot/ Of land we grew this on/ Was shaking/ Quaking/ And it threw us off/ But through it all/ Even when I'd brood and brawl/ With myself you soothed the cough/ From my heart and proved me wrong/ When I said I was useless, caught/ In the oozing slosh/ Of depression, that slough was raunch-/ Y but you've got me/ Even when I...

Cherry This tea's cold/ And it's peaceful/ I dont believe you'll/ Call back for a sequel/ To this evil/ I know I didnt treat you/ Right, never beat you/ But the creep you/ See when we lock eyes defeats truth/ Please dull/ Those blades glinting/ In your eyes, insane shifting/ From today's misery/ To the pain drifting/ In and out, wait, hear me/ Talk, inane simping/ We no longer play, gripping/ Each other's hearts with the same feeling/ I'm dazed, hitting/ The wall, pain dripping/ From my knuckles/ They're sliced, busted/ And now I'm awake, whimpering/ Cause my cut is/ Deeper than ice lumbering/ Inside ovens/ As it tries covering/ Itself with spices, buzzard and/ Rice, custard and/ A live blubbering/ Group of mice succumbing as/ They're time's running at/ Them with fried stuffing, cap-/ Sized, punching back/ At the slight tundra that/ It still is, try coming at/ Me, I'm an assassin/ Rush fas...

The Trek Manhood, I used to believe, was lonely, an isolated trek through the rough edges of an uncaring, dispassionate world. Yet, as I've told my cohorts, I've realized that all of this pain is a blessing, a godsend. It is immolation, reincarnation of the highest order, a ruthless shedding of dead skin and putrid flesh, plucking shriveled feathers that have waned in their vitality and pallor. Those I've lost, and will lose as my journey towards the realization of my highest self continues, were weak and fated to die, unworthy of walking beside me through the unforgiving wastes of this world. Those that have found me, and seek me, are my chosen tribe, bound by ideology and adherence to personal perfection, physically, mentally, spiritually and temporally. Blood has proven to congeal in the veins of the blinded, while sweat has formed bonds of love and devotion, whether captured by a patch on the back of a kutte or gi's stained with the collecti...

On The Waterfront As I stalk the night, sleep deprived and energetic, the potent cocktail of natural fatigue and unnatural caffeine coursing through my beleaguered veins, I'm comforted by a familiar sight. A ship, a destroyer to be exact, though I care too little to learn her name, is docked at the pier to my 5 o'clock as I pen this. In the head at the laundromat I'm using, a single word, slave, was etched into the ancient, decaying wall in a haphazard fashion reminiscent of Neanderthal cave scrawlings. I smiled as I beheld it, because the truth it professes is formidable and sobering, a reality to every Sailor that's ever worn our hallowed uniform. Port and Starboard watch, Fives and Dimes, 18's and 6's, and entire days and nights spent awake, zombified and laborious, have reaked their chaotic havoc on my resilient body. Though that may sound arrogant, and perhaps it is, it's a well earned distinction, purchased in profusely fallin...

Tropics I long for this/ Anonymous/ Social walking mist/ I used to partner with/ Every cautionless/ Night I'd go out, starting with/ A shot that just/ Led to a constant fifth/ Of Jack in my hands, often with/ Vodka mixed/ With pop or simp-/ Le juice, it calmed but it/ Was ponderous/ Before Tropics slit/ It's own throat I'd park in it/ A constant hit/ In the corner, my card charging with/ Drinks, smart and fit/ But pardon miss/ If I vomit in/ The awful bin/ By where you thought to sit/ I'm awful when/ I drink, an ominous/ Posture that/ I take before slaughtering/ Anyone bothering/ Me preposterously/ Its obvious/ To me that cautiousness/ Is something that needs to be common when/ You're arguing/ But I disappear/ When this unclear/ Set of messages is shit, austere/ Risk my near/ Death experiences on shifting gears/ The limbs I shear/ On the fights picked right here/ Missed lightyears/ Clipped eyes, tears/ Blips li...

Garden It's heavenly/ When you're next to me/ Especially/ When we're on, definitely/ The best of these/ Days on island, evergreen/ Grass while the other side is feathery/ Pillows and splendidly/ Picked pleasantries/ But incredibly/ It's not always perfect, instead of these/ Moments tempting me/ To make love to you I'm heading to leave/ Through the door, potentially/ Spelling the/ End of these/ Reveries/ Our memories/ Are fresh and clean/ When flesh would meet/ But still, I'm feeling upset and bleak/ I dread your absence/ It leaves me dead, thrashing/ Around spent, fashioned/ From lead, massive/ Bent amounts of/ Blended sadness/ And left handed/ To the depths of madness/ I kept asking/ What was wrong and you wrestled out of/ My arms to then panic/ And with bated breath ban me/ From what had been traction/ I guess averages/ Pan out and I spent handsomely/ And lent lavishly/ To everyone but myself, not a cent dow...