I always manage to forget
that the world I love does not exist
because the world in true is full of ghosts
of both sinners and the never-kissed
The world I love is green and blue
and oft takes on a reddish hue
and she promises a stoney-smile
where memories only last a while
But the world in true is smokey-grey
that lingers like an open wound
it sparks and burns then fades away
for nothing here is long to stay
Our poisoned food is roots and sand
and our welcome home is jealousy
for if you find repose in a lovers hand
she'll cast them off like sea from land
For in this world where fortune's cruel
and the air's awash with boney-dust
happy is the lonely fool
who speaks in tongues of moss and rust
But in between my lack and toil
sometimes I see the black clouds part
I feel my toes claw at the soil
as tears bleed from my weathered heart
And when at last, to sleep I try
I fight the dreams I can't resist
for there is no color to the sky
and the world I love does not exist
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
How hard does this
thing gotta be?
a blinding world outside
and a world inside
too dark to see
What confuses you
also
confuses
me
Leaders too scared to lead
peacekeepers fighting wars
within
themselves
Endless insecurity
even though
nobody knows
just what
the ****
they're doing
Why are we afraid?
Why do we feel we
must
know?
Can't we
just
be happy to
just
understand?
And you
all you need to do
is take my hand
Because
I get this feeling
like I've been here
before
And you were here
too
But you don't seem to remember
that you are indeed
you
And, I think
that you're me too
because...
because when you really think about it
we're not so different
you and I
we both enjoy a good laugh
good enough
to make you cry
We both love
I know it
the warmth
in sitting close
And don't you love
that gleam in the eye
when we both
have the same thought?
or that weird
moment
when it feels like years
between each
shared
heartbeat
But we've all been told
this shouldn't be
That there is only
one right way to see
and I know that
you trust them
more than you
trust me
You and I are the same
except that you
are so much more
interesting
...And I think
it's because
you trust them
more than you
trust me
They're probably right
after all
it's not so bad
being lonely
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
first to laugh
first to cry
first to see the
reason why
none of this
makes any sense
because the problems'
in the eye
Am I the only one
that feels like
lifes a game?
Because
Everywhere you go's
the same
and nothing ever seems
to change, until...
Nevermind
you're fine
just keep doing...
whatever the hell
you were doing
when I met you
As for me?
more of the same
because
reasons' only half the game
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
A joke or a riddle
I cannot decide
which note I could fiddle
from which punch-line to hide
Questions pending
answers not true
the universe isn't ending
the ocean's not blue
Something new everyday
many books left to burn
smart enough now to say
that the wise never learn
Somehow ahead, but always behind
my life must catch up with my mind
Inside I am sleeping
outside of my head
my soul isn't keeping
what my eyes have been fed
In time I'll forget you
or so you might think
my memory is untrue
as my eyes tend to blink
Though I always remember
what was once important
if I could somehow dismember
perceptions mossy distortions
Then perhaps I will find
a part of me that went missing
before I rallied behind
this big boot I've been kissing
Oh that shame and the mystery
behind aiming at history
Who am I? I wonder
for the last time I was free
were the days I was younger
back when I knew me
But I didn't know then
that now I'd be thinking
of my innocent friend
imagining me without blinking
Because I was meaning
back when I was dreaming
to make someone of meaning
of the person now screaming
Inside can't stop fighting
with the author of the book
that I'm writing
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
The study of guessing
a stab in the dark
scientific regressing
maiden voyage embark
Truth is often too stark
and seldom impressing
the truth's a remark
that lies are **********
order in chaos
joy within sadness
laughter in crying
borderline madness
life found in dying
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Born to do anothers bidding
live to bite the hook
to satisfy the needs of others
to walk uneven ground
Live to serve
confuse the ruse
hit the nerve
bad news in two's
Imprisoned in a woolen jacket
trapped within the skin
solace in an iron maiden
sleep on bed of nails
Injected with fear and anger
beat to death with love
laughed at and shamed by passing stranger
because you cannot rise above
One step forward two steps back
on the heels of the conundrum
the problem lies with what we lack
on our merry way we go
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
I think I'm starting to believe
that my memories
are more real than me
That as I dream
I am awake
and while I give
I really take
Although I know just what need
I give my love
and pain and greed
without intent
to you, receive
my branches, roots
fruit and seed
for how the leaf takes of the sun
and for whom
the willow weeps
I crave for you
through days of drought
rain, frost
and the reap
and as autumn is a prelude
may our winters never come
for my springtime dreams
manifests anew
every memory of you
with each setting summer sun
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
What if the world is ending
and our future's not for long
what if we're merely bending
what's been broken all along
How long can we be silent
to our fellow passers-by
wondering where our time went
living, dying to know why
Where oh where can love be found?
in this twisted human race
**** the West, then march Eastbound
we're no doubt nature's disgrace
And what's to say about dismay?
that somehow we've not yet gotten
money is all they take for pay
to confess our sins, forgotten
The searing flame, I've learned to tame
to appease those in fear of fire
you fool yourselves in search of fame
honesty creates the liar
And who's to blame behind the shame?
the king, or we, the lowly pawns
to us of course it's all the same
oh well, long live we kings of cons
But what if we're just lonely?
what is right becomes all wrong
what happens when "if only"
means "i've waited much too long"
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Why waste my words
on those with none
oh how absurd
the fun in fun
Go three steps back
and turn around
take what you lack
put head in ground
Poke out your eyes
and try to see
past your disguise
then talk to me
Shove foot in mouth
for good this time
no time to pout
you pantomime
sorry gestures
still wasting time?
flies to pester
court jesters rhyme
You silly fool
you little clown
go back to school
keep your head down
Or dance for kings
a jokesters dance
the canary sings
of lost romance
A trickster soon
will you become
you poor buffoon
where now the fun?
Just dance and spin
look, now clearer
you harlequinn
within my mirror
I'll set you free
pathetic pawn
broken glass spree
oh wait, you're gone...
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
A clock to watch the time
the seconds ticktock beat
like heart in chest
or foot on street
One handed mid-night chime
morning comes before the sun
two hands to meet again
in the post-meridian
The moon, she is sublime
my clock and her share faces
but only once a month
a matched homeostasis
And the golden summer days
turn to frigid winter nights
autumn romp in leaves
spring spent flying kites
The child in us parts ways
the ticktocking beat remains
time accelerates
the moon begins to wane
The years become a haze
the months replace the days
seconds don't exist
your memory disobeys
your life is just a tick
your death is soon to talk
years, they go by quick
while we sit
and watch
the clock...
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC