I am in a group of people who are laughing and having fun.
I smile and grin along even though I am alone.

I am ****** at the world for being so selfish.
I am ****** at all pretty girls who pass me by.
I am ****** at the rich folk who have more than I.
I am ****** at the arrogance,
****** AT THE IGNORANCE.
I am ****** at my teacher for making me fail.
I'm so very angry. I'm ****** as hell.
I am ****** at my band 'cause their new album *****.
I'm ****** at the manager because he didn't give me a chance.
But most of all I'm ****** 'cause I done ****** my pants.

The stage is empty and the audience gone
I walk my scene in silence.
Cue to cue, the curtain drawn.
I bow in soft defiance.

No soul is here that I can see
I practice to dance and to wiggle
Then the spotlight turned on me,
And I heard a whispered giggle.

I gazed the seats with a confused frown
and saw not a ghost in the place.
But then I looked directly down
And saw a grinning face.

A little girl was standing there
smiling face focused on me.
She had limitless eyes and golden hair.
So young so pure... so free.

I smiled at her and continued to dance.
She clapped and laughed away.
A foxtrot here, a pirouette glance,
keeping absolutely nothing at bay.

I finished my trot and bowed at her.
She giggled and told me goodbye.
Alone once more in a wonderful blur,
I smiled and felt more alive.

A man was walking down the street
And saw a kitten at his feet.
He smiled and nearly lost control
Till it opened its mouth and swallowed him whole.

I
Was
Asleep
When
The
World
Started
To
End.

The form in which we live our lives

Breeds in the midst of demon hives.

For dogs do bark in senseless fright

At shadows lurking in the night,

And souls shiver at that unseen;

Cathartic reasons not to dream.

Voices whisper ideas, faux truths,

That knowledge has no valid use.

And when we hear, we do obey

The voice that blocks the light of day.

Lamplight dances against cave walls

And childlike wonder slowly falls.

Pavlov shakes his head in sadness,

For we, indeed, are his madness.

And Plato weeps within his cage

For all his truths leave him in rage.

Is all that we can ever see

Vague words that tell us not to be?

Is that what we wake up to every day?

Fast food and gas stations are forever stamped in the corners of my eyes as they are looking through the glass of minimum wage to the red flashing lights of a man hoping to get back to his children safely.

Is life is a pointed dagger then my blade is rusted and dull when I wonder why I even try some days.

Do I dare defend my pride and still demand something more than this? Is this a call for engines in the air or wings made of wax? Death would be more alive than waking up to another day of shampoo commercials and microwave dinners.

You are always whispering in my ear though dear and telling me that you're more than just a particle flown into my imagination from a world so oh very different than ours.

Are your eyes as bright as I imagine? Will the glare from them blind me from the tax collectors whip and will your laughter drown out the screams of onlookers who are throwing peanuts through the bars at my feet?

Will your kiss melt me and cause me to fall into wind like leaves in a storm, a tornado of color and beauty..?

I lay in bed and my eyes close tightly, my breathing slows and thoughts drip into pits men drown themselves in, the murky waters of nihilistic cynicism...

Though my hand will still not be closed around yours when the sun rises, the whisper lets me know you are still awake and searching for me too...