why can't you

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Uhmmmm let's break this down. Well, let's try to at least.

please

become yourself, your waterworks and watery grave

*scratches head*

How do I interpret this? Let's see. Better yet, let's wing it. So basically what you're saying is to become your passion. Your true self and interest. The things that give you purpose. The things you love to do so much you get emotional over. Maybe even shed tears enough to drown in over. Or something like that. I guess.

sleep when you die and resurrect when awake

So this is like enlightenment. True consciousness and awareness. Kundalini rising and/or rebirth. Rebirth of the person you were always meant to be. To know thyself.

recollecting shamefulness in hopes of a change
we lost our drive forward on the ride. so we stayed

So complacentness. Contempt. Comfortability. Apathy. Love lost and fatigue. Thus, are the obstacles of life and henderance of greatness. The exsistinal hurdles we face along our journey's road.

open road, my comatose a sign of your mind
zeitgeist, ghosts of your scent. ropes in a bind.
open unwind, growth and design, i'm going in blind
coming out in pieces on linoleum tiles

So reminiscent of a tile floor your life's path is broken into my different roads and parts. Each square representing the zeitgeist of the moment. I suppose.

spill my soul for a while. wineglass opal and diamond

Damn, bro. You sound like Dracula sipping from a chalice of blood.

my social assignment - write my poetry private
not a soul knows what i pursue in the silence

And as a reader/writer I now feel connected to your words and frame of mind. Like Bluetooth pairing sychronized.

shoot me in the head and let me rest for a while.

Without condoning your emo suicide outcry. I must say, in a figurative way, I currently feel exactly the same as you did here.

crave you drip my mainline raindrop puddle you splash

It would be gratifying to one day see this muse - this ghost of a faded dream that forever lingers in your memory - you so often seem to write about in loving, heartaching, obsessive and poetically enthralling ways.

skyline opalescent mocha coffee to crash
caffeine, maxine. cocaine break me in 5

"Maxine"? As in the coffee loving granny from the comic strip?

In any case. I think with these lines you encapsulated a man on the edge. Stuck in between the mundane and the extreme. A real Hunter S. Thompson-esque type of guy.

thriving, simultaneously staying alive

This transports me to the 1970s. To the Disco days. The hight of the coke area. Which ties in perfectly with the lines that proceeded it. As well as the underlying theme of your archetypical stickman.

throw a carpet down, now someone say we arrived
make me an offer, make me a legend, taking a dive

goodbye

This read like the quentiessential tragedy of the most eternal of Rock&Roll icons.

Confusing. But fascinating piece, per usual. I enjoyed it, dead. Peace.