Best of 2008-2020

11:10

my pen is the parting of waves
in a crowd of all those 
yet to be saved
and 
this haiku survived
the bombings of lovers lies
yet all is greyed.
And we slip our fingers
into the back (skirts) of strangers
as we whisper empty promises
we are the very deities of carnal taste.
(Carnal taste.)
Her body was the temple.
And all the thieves came to false worship.
They gave all their loaded praise.
They came always to beg, but never ever pray.
Like vultures, always they circled. All always.

Her heart is 
the thickness of a beehive...

We are the gods of 
consensual rape fantasies
forever greedy depraved and afraid
All our good intentions and our ethics
eroded when the right set of eyes
spreads her legs.

We are the very deities of carnal taste...







Carnal

Rose Quartz (Feautring Astro Gastro)

Minds addicted to derangement
and flashing lights
arranged just right.
towering with concrete
and neon sodomy.
all those low-end stereos
and passerbys.
Just try to catch the void
that gets away with everything
humming like God
in its infinite catastrophe.
No one tells me how to live or die
No one tells me how to raise my inner-child.
Summer, Autumn, War:
this is how us savages keep from getting bored.
We are such products of
what we can never kill.
And I'm a coward and a thief,
all these scars I gave myself.
And I'm a coward and a thief,
all these scars I gave myself.
do not seek, do not cling.
do not seek do not cling
do not seek do not cling.
and the moon 
she sang
to her only sun
"what makes you think we'll ever eclipse again?"
as she moaned (moaned)
like a ghost (ghost)
with that old halo 
of hers.
do not seek, do not cling.
do not seek, do not cling.
do not seek, do not cling.
no one tells me how to live or die
no one tells me how to raise my inner child.
no one tells me how to live or die
no one tells me how to raise my inner child.
no one tells me how to live or die
no one tells me how to raise my inner child.
do not seek 
do not cling....

Childishness (Eros/Agape)

"The true enemy of Art is the absence of limitations." - Orson Wells

The Seduction Of Purpose

and you said "I feel alive"
and I said "It's like I belong"
as we passed the time
smoking and spilling guts
your guitar was there
as it peeled at the walls
when we took our turns
sharing swan songs.

It's my sensory addiction and your
perceived sense of loss
it's a dozen faces that look like yours
and who they all remind me of.
(Remind me of.)

I project a fantasy 
to ask if you like the film.
You say you're not sure
but still you stay,
you stay and watch.
I tell you all my secrets.
You show where it all hurts.
I take my heart off my sleeve
and give it to you to hold on.

It's my sensory addiction and your
perceived sense of loss
it's a dozen faces that look like yours
and who they all remind me of.
Its the noise that's always in our heads.
And our impatience with small talk.
It's the pills we have to take everyday
or else we start to glitch right out.

Its the atom bombs in our chest.
These atom bombs in our chest.
These atom bombs in our chest.

Feel - Good, Auto - Tuned, Summer Blockbuster Hit Of The Year

and if you have to ask then you've already answered your question
and if you ever need to know
all you need to do is ask.

it was the summer
we threw our heads away
worshipping everything we thought
at least. or so, I'd like to think.
at least. or so, I'd like to think.

you can't get enough sleep
you can't get enough sleep
I'm a new version of last year
you can't get enough sleep
get enough sleep
get enough sleep

who do you need
who do you love
when you come
when you come undone

it was the summer
i threw my head away
worshipping
everything i thought
i'm  not
at least
or so
i'd like to think

who do you need
who do you love
when you come
when you come undone

Inverted Summer (Demo)

All songs written, recorded and produced by Kyle Jones.
Except for "Endless Entertainment", also written by Kyrra Douglas.

Edible Pets Publishing, 2005-2011. All Rights Reserved.

I'm a good person.

IMartyr Cinema

Summer Tongue

don't tell the avalanche
the snowflakes only know gravity
let the mountains sleep
let the mountains sleep

I am the ambulance 
the siren screaming in my ribcage
running red red lights
running red red lights
running red red lights

running red red lights

Theupsidedown

Carcrash Waterfalls National Park

far away into the desert
i snuck a window into your eyes

city sirens moan like newborn mortars
don't the lights look so pretty when they scream out for you
oh my sweet, burning satellite
you taught us how to live now show us how to die

I bled a shade of turqoise 
just so you'd notice me from afar
but you don't need me no more
because you are happy for once in your life

city sirens screech like newborn mortars
don't the lights look so pretty when they reach out for you?
oh my sweet, burning satellite
you showed us how to live
now teach us how to die

Fahrenheit

Like Neon (Gritty Reboot Remix)

it was the summer i threw my head away
worshipping all that i had thought
who do you need?
who do you trust?
when the summer's not raining for you?
it was the summer i threw my head away
worshipping all that i had fought
who do you need?
who do you trust?
when the summer's not waiting for you?

it was the summer i threw my head away...

Poolhouse

i can honor the circles you run
but i dont have to run them with you
not with the waves you create
or with the storms you conjure
i know what i carry now
i feel what i carry now
i want more for myself
i need more for myself

punching at the stars, i am
a naked, frantic june
tracing all these scars, i made
a constellation for you
its so you 
so you

you cant
keep running from
what you think isnt real
anyways

raise your hands if you used to
be a much better liar
i promise its not a test
but i cant swear its not one either

you cant 
keep running from
what you think isnt real
anyways

Bonus XP

Goodbye Horses 2.0 ("Would You?" remix)

there was hole in the ozone
and spooks in the code
firmaments within the grid
a ghost in every home

dance dance dance dance dance to the radio

a ghost in every home (grittier remix)

Surface Seeing

and when the drag the lake
will they find
all the summers rusted away?
Deep within the womb
of a million sunsets passed
in decay.

Chorus:
I gave Athena a soldiers love
from the gallows where I was born
she carried me home in a jewelry box
and left me as a ghost
underneath her bed.
I gave Athena a soldiers love.

And possessions 9/10ths
of what we can take with us
and what most nomads
never say out loud is 
just this one thing,
"I never planned any of this.
I just reacted according to how I felt I should."
And I did...and I did.

Chorus:
We gave Athena a soldiers love
from the dead sea where we learned to swim.
(She) fed us her milk and sent us out to war.
We crawled back to her shores
with lesser limbs.

I gave Athena a soldiers love...

A Soldiers Love

And I felt her crow for all
for all the days on end
between 6 feet of soil
her lungs carried like 
no other has done before.
And it chained...
And it changed, all of me.

Now nothing tastes like
like it did before
but still we claim
from place to place
the same pair of eyes
that glared without heat
There I shed
what I don't need
from this point on

I'll chase that setting sun
just for its warmth
of all the summers that brought her love
before winter came and took her away
and so I cling
because it's all
I really know

Speak not of what
you've seen here
again.
Speak not of what you've
seen here again.
Speak not
of what
you've seen
here
again.

Mojave '69

In the constant race to be the main character with the best content, the only remaining virtue is to create a world you're proud to call your own. 🖤

Best of 2008-2020

Vertighost Jones