People grow old
Like the withered roads they drive on
Like the houses who hold them while they dream
Forgetting their future one second at a time
The day after tomorrow
And the day before yesterday
Slipping away into distant worlds
People pretend to be people
Forgetting yesteryears memories
Who will be the last one standing
People wait nervously
For something that is nothing
For nothing that is something
Perpetuating endlessly
(Dreaming of black sheep)
A paradigm of calm insanity
People cry out into the dark
But only the soft ticking of clocks answers
Killing time with each inhale
Killing themselves with each exhale
In the end
The question is the same
On the hospital bed
Or on the battlefield
"What did I do to deserve this?"
Soil and flame pick apart the body
A ghost remains
The black sheep
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 12:51 AM UTC
I wish to know your dreams
Gatekeeper to imagination
at the doorway of consciousness
you hold the key
for so many years I have followed you
into the cosmos
to return enlightened
a better man
join me on this final journey
guide me to the other side
take my hand into forever
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 1:41 PM UTC
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 3:14 PM UTC
Remember
Eternal silence
Before the breaking light
The trees outside
With all their color
With all my color
Tumbling down
Decaying
Into black and white
A sinking feeling
Origin unknown
Fleeting dreams
(Some mine, some not)
Absurdity moves through us
Random thoughts collecting
In the gutters of my mind
Meaningless
Noise
Concealed within a single teardrop
Falling from a roof top
The final step
The last breath
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.
When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.
If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.
But most people don’t see it.
Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.
The poet lives in two different worlds.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:44 PM UTC
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC
nothing but the wind
escapes this abandoned house;
flowing, it pushes
all the sunlight out until
we are alone in darkness
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:40 PM UTC
doctor,what happens
if we die in our sleep
we shall sigh and laugh
go deeper and deep
and no longer have
or have not-but weep,
like the little waif-
for shall we reap
our just deserts..if
our hearts, can keep
if ourselves hate
our goodness reaps
naked and loveless..
our faith a high leap
a time to pay
(and the cost steep)
if,we die in our sleep
dreams of today
nightmares.. creep..
away...
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
A warm touch
To the aching heart
Seizes all thought
A nervous rush
Cycling deep inside
Hushed to sleep
By the memories
You emit sight unseen
Into my dreams
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC