Take a piss; On this life
Open the drawer; Grab a knife
Grip it firmly; Make a slice

Not to deep; Not to wide
Just enough; To make you cry
Choke them down; Before you drown

This ain't emo; These are thoughts
Topic too hot; For most to talk
But in his head; These things rock
His battered brain; Till he drops
Esteem reserves; So fucking low
That a smile; Would induce shock

On the path to enlightenment
You may find disappointment
If you are consciously seeking,
You will certainly not find
Enlightenment and yourself
Are one in the same

This same...

That is both...

Equates to...

                                                                                     Nothing

And..

                                                                                   Everything

The contradiction of the statement
Is just apart of it
It means..

Nothing

Yet it is..

Everything

Im just a young man
Looking for the truth of reality
Tragically knowledge and its absence
Left a casualty of character
Intangible beliefs left in heaps
Banged and battered
Beneath the battery of ignorance
Discovered by man with,
Thoughts hovered in cerebral;
Elevation looking down
Upon ants filled with elation
Where are these questions floor?
Only truth is there is none
2+2=4 and then some

Bloody knuckles
     From drunken stumbles
                                    That took his pie
         He had named humble
Ready to rumble
                                                                              Were the words he mumbled
                    In a fit and fumble
                                       To find his                               mind

                                                                                                                                                   More than buzzed
He had become bumbled
                                                                             Just one more shot
Until he
stum    bled
                                   Out the doorway c r u m b l e d

Few ones in his pocket crumpled
      Left from cans funneled
                             I   mpairing cortexes pre                     frontaled
                                                                                                                 Visiontunneled and memory black
He laid down in the street
                                                                            For an eternity of nap

Considering belief, dispositions dutifully mixed
Two fingers of skepticism, with ample deviation
Followed by a pony of existentialism riding in

Mad man's drink is bitter but,
At this point all he can accept
Chin deep in the highball glass

Sinking amongst the buoyant
Gulping down helplessness
Yearning for the forgotten island

Where belief was once believed

Unmotivated by mundane
I mirrored minds Meta-
Contrived cognition was the condition
To compose concretely the matterful agenda

Lines are only written
When stimulating inhibition
So I brewed up a prescription
To allow me a peace of mind

Branching out like a child
During the first day of school
I pondered intently a question
Already dismissed by fools

Last lucid breath lingers
Is it inception or indifference
Fitting finale or frightening fallacy
Eloquently exposed, exemption of esperance

I don't know what to say

  (No Response)

  (5 Minutes of Silence)

This feels so silly, but it helps I think
I see a marlboro butt on the ground
It reminds me of you
Well from the little we shared
I was eight; you understand

  (No Response)

I don't smoke although;
The sun is hard at work on my hair
We never really discussed
These questions that I
Try to bring back in time
But the past was my present
So I wore that cowboy hat
And sniffed for squirrels
With pockets full of bb's

(No Response)

Is death everything you longed for?

(No Response)

Hope it is though I know not
If you could would you share?

(No Response)

I can almost make out your face
In the green and yellow grass
With two pieces of bark
Trying to define up
Unfortunately the leaf envisioned  
As the mouth for me to speak
Got too caught up
In the winds silent song

(No Response)

Is it peaceful, sublime?
In that dirt decomposed
Or were the fantasies true
Did you float up as a soul?

(No Response)

Down here we breath
We think we think, then we go
Conjuring questions without answers
You don't answer much

(No Response)

Is the realization there are none?

(No Response)

First time our eyes met
You had to guide me through
Having left my compass at home
Just blissfully adrift
In your coffee brown sea

You softly called my name
Like mother to child
And slowly pulled me along
To the blackest of isle

It was there where I met you
With camp already made
The beauty of your soul
Consumed me.

I asked you where to dig
Telling me "dig and you will find"
I said "I could dig forever"
Replying "I've nothing but time"

I latched on like breath
Assuming you would share
Using x-ray vison
You saw through my smile

The un-adulterated content
Blind sided you
As it had done to myself
Time and again

Beautiful intentions of yours
Please understand that I noticed
Your heart weeping my tears

A shock to your system
I should have foreseen
Having read the literacy of lows

The parasitic nature
Consumer of my relations

Digging all the way down
The filthiest of lovely
Covered in homemade mud
You pulled out box of silver
I confessed that is my love

Isolated faces paradoxically surround
Bound by wants infinity
I strayed away from banks
Cause greed was just to trendy
The idea of friends and numbers
Threw me to the ground
Figured we'd crown 4 quarters instead of 100 pennies
Swede shoes, silk shirts, and bentleys
By some is defined as plenty
While little Lenny with stomach empty dreams of Denny's
Or some water or a Father would help immensely
Afgani blowing and Hennessy gulping MC's
Take their aperture and narrow it densely
Make millions off the Emmys some how erases Memories
Of pennies struggling in this world
Mother fiend'n they're just fending
Against the many
In class they're considered lowers
Below us they just a penny
I say our morals need reordered
cause no doubt that they're all Quarters
And deserve entry into this bank of respect
That has become run by hoarders
Loving to build borders 3 times the size
Of their self righteous shoulders
This is a disassembly of a culture surrounded by sentries.

What would be something
If there was never nothing
Reliant you might say
Are the two stages of life

We are certainly something
I think therefore I am
But My thoughts are ever fleeting
Is this all part of the plan

I love
I hate
I am grateful it seems
But at the end of our breath
What does it all really mean

I smile
Then Lie
Like there was never a grin
Now constantly asking
Are we just living to die

Philosophical studies
Trips through colored flowers
Eroded cheek bones from tears
Meanings of which lost

Year to year building
Yet in a constant fall
Drifting closer to nothingness
Every single something involved

Longing for the one
Who has shortened
Her song
Erasing my name
And filling with another

I knew this would come
Foreseeing the inevitable
But it all happened
So fast...

If A genie
Stumbled upon my desires
Surely it would replace
That dreaded F with L

Then again I could rest
My head next to yours
Because my thoughts are heavy
And your eyes so strong

Your were lovely tonight
Although it kills me to say
We just couldn't make it right
Then I let you walk away

Ambition and lust
Came knocking at my door
I turned them away
With no you, just chore

You were my love song
Every note pumping my heart
Remembering the singing  
In this quite winter

We fabricate contradictions
To argue with oppositions
And observe life's details
So I can claim a side

Then start a dialogue
With fists held tight
Just to rationalize myself
My reasoning reigns right

We go and we do
While assuming every step
Remains rooted in reality
Contradicting dreams we have slept