If I'm being honest amongst the lawless
Not to gain a measure of respect
But to lessen this burden of depression
A lesson to those who accept the charity
To those who don't, I require
A small measure of respect
Just bear with me.
I am no thing.
If I am what I am treated like
A parasite is what I'd be.
A leech so delighted it's death marked
drowning in ****** squeals.
A pun on the current state of affairs
Asinine and obtuse
I am a STONE
The same stone cast first is being cast at me
I'll still be laughing.
So why am I no longer laughing now.

Numb, the blue sky seems grey
If there were clouds, they couldn't
Achieve this depth of shade
That follows me around.
It turns out fear is a powerful motivator
Even in the guise of sadness
Madness of manic machinations
Yet it seems the goal has crumbled.
Two deaths are not enough
For me.
A daily death, a portion, a number
That reclaims land like a fire.
This dire path of wolves, guide and decieve
Make light and alieve these thoughts
I run at times, with the pack,
Away from the path.
Now I'm tired of sleeping away time
I could make use of
To find the embers.

I dream, sometimes
Of how your face would delight
To find upon a knocking on your door
To find my silhouette taking in your sight.
It's as painful as a dear friends death
And as pleasant as wistful accomplishment
Deterring as a dream
Determination to mnifest
I tire, these tests require I fight
Even though rome has fallen
in half the time that was took to create.
It's far too soon,
Not too late,
For what we wish we share to create

Knowing what you want
Knowing what you don't
Is the first battle of wars
To be fought
Knowing what you want
And accepting that it's not
Means nothing when it's kept
In the dark
Knowing what you don't
To beleive the simple lies
You know it's false until
Comfort cries
Knowing what you want
Will only cause you pain
Distilling death from drowning
Undee rain
Knowing what you don't
Anticipates the pain
Shattered in the moment
Then forgotten
One will cause you rot
One will provoke thought
One will make you stilled
One will break your seal
But for all this your foe will hide
In simple smiles and friendly tasks
Believe not what you see
To do so will bring misery
Know to grow you face the *****
In sane
Whistle while you gain

My first love threw up on me on a carnival ride.
I kissed her a few hours later and knew she brushed her teeth.
We never ******. I suppose that's why she left me after three months.
My longest relationship in a nutshell.
I was 15.
My next love wanted me to fill the hole that loneliness makes.
I was lonely too, and she was cute, so I went along with the mistake.
We were never really together but a month.
She wanted ***, and I bought condoms to pleasure.
But she wasn't meant for me, so the plastic never expanded enough to give her pleasure.
We broke up the next day.
My next love was more gregarious.
A **** with short hair and body to **** for.
She liked me but it was one sided.
She was my brothers lover.
On my birthday she couldn't sleep and asked me to make her tired.
So we fooled around with oral for an hour.
I wasn't meant for her so no penatration occurred.
I feel it ended before it ever began, and my brother gave his blessing.
Though we don't talk much anymore.
My next love I met waiting tables.
She had long hair on one side
And a ******* attitude I couldn't get enough of.
She had a lover states away and was lonely.
So we kissed a few times, before the guilt could take her away.
She wasn't meant for me.
My next loves I would keep to myself, fow when I said anything, they would run afraid of the connection that I craved.
Now I've found my love.
I know she's meant for me.
Though I second guess my every action
She makes me forget the practice.
I love her for that.

The moss has it made
Growing beneath the gazing light
Prying over tops of trees for a glimpse.
How I long to have it grow on my fingers.
Becoming one of the zombied dead
Feeding stories shared beneath the trees.
My skull grins at the thought.
Lazing daily, scary fading traceless
Painless.
I long to trade places

The winding path connecting winds
Carrying haggard breath
Frantic and pleading.
My fear of soliciting unheeded perception
Leads my livestock to solitude
I found my gold yet
It travels to me in whispers
A test, as everything was before
The sense that led me
Along this path

In cold weather, green shines brighter
In the pale blue light's glimmer
Twincandescent, like a moon on still lakewater
Feathers flown across by warm breezes
Seasons changing
Again, it seems
A leaf in pondscum
Peace found in giving leave to ideals of
Incandescent oily tar
Polarized truth, begging for a knife
Vampirism at it's finest
Why then tragedy inflicted mindedness
Surprising kindness found in sappy outlets
Like wounds carved in letters in cypress's
I aspire
Despite
To be enough.

The landmasses conspire together
To release us into tartarus.
It's hungy blackness is only hightened
Lines of red like eyes of fire
Filled with the sight of blood.
Silence takes a wry turn
Mingling respect with mourning.
Will I see you're faith restored
In the soggy skies that drift
Over sidewalks that mark our territory.
Our pain may pave the way they
Wish to take
Ashamed.
I face the dawn alone, sweeping up ashes
Perhaps this pheonix will wake
Before these nails are driven home

Naysayers crowded vying for attention
Left of the suave markets
Masquerading discontentment
Never say forever
The illusionist makes her entrance
Amongst the many naysayers
Smiling harsh radiance
Burning against the pavement.
Flying silently misty
Crawling
Sobbing
But whose place requests the attendance for the hatesayers
Gateweighters laugh blindly in their drunken spoils
While the sayers drown in their own personal torment

Schizzy in the sunlight
Laughing all awhile
Dancing skinless amongst
Elderberry tree's bones
Rattling of bottles
Amongst branches
And thieves, deceiving memories of what's to come
What's to believe
Across the shadows marsh
Casting bubbles on bricks of breeze.
I'll see you again
My torment, and disease

My mind has frayed once again.
Single strands of whispered fate coaxed into softend place. They mingle respectful to their own reputations whilst seeking was to divert the eyes of equals to rise out of hidden pockets the tithes demanded from greed laden eyes.
As if they considered them souls worth knowing. Malfuctioning components running for amusement & money.
Though we know, and they know we know, yet pretend otherwise. Penchants demand this and so it is strictly kept. Whether beautiful or unkempt they laugh with desolate eyes laden wide and dry as deserts from looking past their shoulder.
Funny when the knife impales the ******* from the front.
While others wash these truths down like water of a ducks back, or clerics with poultergeists. Acknowledge the accomplishments and laugh in face of laudy profiteers, never knowing if the love of dear family and ***** diggers is clearly to be estableshed as the status quo.
It seems they gained the world and created hell, but we see the hell they made is all their own.

How polluted am I
Where even my apologies deflect the desires of remorse
Unable to show sincerity through effort
or through a screen
Could I have become an arrangement that pleases the hearts
of all seated around this vat which holds
my poisoned thoughts
They leak through, unbidden & vengeful
though perhaps there's another way
to set the blame to any other hidden face I miss
knowing that perhaps a brother fades ending
new regret trained to twist and
smother me with sinful grace
I'm so confused, I hate to muse and sift, peruse
my actions of good intent but fickle meaning
crazed enough to ponder them in public
these hidden feelings on my sleeve
I seem to be grinning without teeth
I am a scab unto the world,  I rip
slowly and with delectation
to cause a rift between the gift of people
that gave pause to lift in delegation
a blighted rebel wryly smiling
behind an icy wall of spit
I created

My flesh has sallowed
In wake of this famine
You sent
My accusers shouting
Shallowness, clandestine sickness, how low these
Thoughts that were my friends have brought me to.
Though my eye glimmers at the darkness that walks in through doors that aren't my own.
Cessation my crutch, or my saving grace. Either way these steps keep leading me away. How strange that once I trumpeted my praises to any darkness that passed my way.
Heartless, past or present?
Raw stench drapes me, like an auric field to address how potential futures will
End

The falling star watches me watching it scythe through my lack of ambitiousness
Intuition deftly plays it broken poker hand
******* sipping from the soda can
Girls have it too rough, too easy
All of my dreams take me back to see her
This green earth looks brown like rust
When I view it through this spyglass
I mistrust

Once upon a time
In war & love divine
The crippled lust for power became
The highest pursuit of knowledge.
The peoples of the realm sauntered
Around the miles of nature
A shamed of that which gave them laughter
Yet continued all the same.
The poison they drank willingly
The toxin they appraised
The hope of the forsaken
Of which they had became.
A hero stood no chance
A villian shook hands with strangers
Both had no idea of
The measures brokered between them.
The lived to each their morals
One of righteous
One of pleasure
In this fabled land of venture
Neither could die in peace.
One had the truth, but both had the reason
To bring about the anarchy
We now expect this season.

I found a stone
Alone behind the thrones of spiders
Stringent wires cascade along the path
I wish I brought my ashtray.
Am I daft? questions crafted for my insides
Crushing pebbles by the river
Shiver now the wind graces me across the waves forgotten like a sobbing daze
Beckones me closer
Lead me astray
I found a stone
To mark my grave.

You succeed.
In laws of three. You will find the peace you
Wish to believe exists but for now is hidden under heaving fits of painful death, a test to draw out that which never minds rejecting the demands of other beings
Hammer under nail, no compare to restless privy minds slowly counting time until the new tragedies arrive.
Release your hold of pieces calling out for pain to pair once treasured memories. Now staring out with infectious longing, ready to be looked upon smirking and expectant the turncoat thoughts revel in the task at hand. Their assault starts as soon as the thought is called
Aftermath
Released to the gravity, by themselves they fall apart
Into place, covering flesh torn with sympathy
Released from beasts that grit their teeth in painful defeat, as, yes,
you rise to your feet, Torn to pieces, yet completely at peace, distant memory terror dreams distort to bring chaotic memoirs of cataclysmic merriment.
You utilize the pieces to assure your release from pains prison to pleasant pastures. Please just remember never obey the masters. Create sarcastic narratives pledging senators to heretics. Don't trust fantasy banner ******* brand name Promoters. Lœsers leading children to sheep eye machîne, specially crafted master adapters hard wire minds to the one percent agenda, intuition driven minions giving men to temptress, hoof to fenthris, dope to misfits, coke bottles to **** maker accomplices driven awkward and subsequently dove off for bottom place.
Freebie

I mote it. Be recieved with sight conscious of that which truth and wisdom delight.
Everfolding hands coalesce in geometry of design, symbols to be applied to help those who can't live. Honestly.
A prophetic glance manifests what this prophet percieves within this mess.

This species will mirror the mentality of the dust
It's depths a source of nourishment and plenty to us, the rust
Will we find the hero to navigate the puppetmasters collective cluster conglomerate commissioning commonwealth copperpot penny peasantry meat, footwoorkin the fleet floggers, ambushing citizens in the streets with collars, brainwashing caverns codependent on caging the masses like sheep to slaughter.
"But if we'd known we'd scream and holler! I'd rise to protect my property, my guns, my freedoms, my rights!"
Right, no, I'm sure you'd fight, you'd obviously gather friends to your plight, indigenous rage at the thought that the night would defend those evil shadow people encroaching on your ability to reason.
Shut the **** up, what the **** have you done to avenge those innocents of fate, unknowingly recollecting secrets of the state
Hate not flaking over city lake waters like mirrors hiding secrets well obvious.

Money & public resources alleviate proof of collusion simple doors of power hold new potential outcomes timed each revolution the little hand dares to travel. that of a sacrifice, willing or not, to help scare the sheep into buying as much of their stock, if your worried please do not, the flock will forget what they saw as soon as the image and story are gone.

Gotta be.

A solution so fitting it belongs in the movies, but that's how we forgot how to think, outside
For ourselves,for them, or the others
Rebelling as one towards sisters and brothers
*******, I need show my true face
Walk calmy down the streets,
Calm sure pace.
Talk macabre to the one's who own the fleets, spread the sheets to occupy the godhead, sift the merry morning stocks press against the current sea, then bust out enough to make me n mine a new currency.
Probably
Not so sore plot B soars blotting lenses before but not training more thoughts to war forescore before plot thickening remorse runs it course.
A new day in gotham city means unity throughout forgotten realms of hypocrisy. A cure-all demonstration that revels insanity for placid reasonably dressed persons composed, unfearing conversations of dominating resolve, stoicism spinning round professional mannerisms focusing on abilities that take the core of our rotten hearts and heal the waste, now it stays, hurting less sounds okay away from the corrupted hunting of weak willed pumpkins jumped over plummeting suns, all for one's been a worn out joke, once well spoken juxtaposed to unholy notions unnaposed sides take thrill **** maxxing to disastrous uprising in past the warcasters
Talked with the enemy over tea and brunch of tables shared only with tokens of luck, fliping thrice indicates which squadron lots gets iced.
Word gets out and like fire it don't take much for a war to sprout in the bogs of ire, but before it's allowed, the dog rise together finally to figure **** out, creating together masterpieces on earth to reoccur annually until our home is brought back to a state we continue symbiotically.
Fate to be

**** it all, the last of my regrets was all reasoning needed to keep breathing.
Something other than this wretch that I am
Existing for no reason but to help others pass the seasons with my singing

Good luck
It's symbol rains over my dreary skies
And has changed It's name
From what it was.
Bad luck.
Though the confusion has left me willing to understand.
There is nothing to fret over.
Nothing to accomplish,
Except the opposite.
Maybe karma will hear me begging
Maybe the 'what if's' will gain clarity
As long as my heart keeps breathing
I will fall into despair.

Waves crash against
the glass they spill
onto the carpet

Another stain that will remain
Until the time of prophet

Was it deliberate?
A simple question from another
egocentric hipster delivers
The inept question of art

I just want to sleep at a regular hour
And push this ******* down
A flight of stairs

Or do I have that backwards

The rusted edge
Stagnation remimds me
What colors I bleed
On my sleeve
Out my pores
What more portends this calm
Walking towards
The end

This mixture of feeling
Has me wishing of a better day
To take account of the storm raging.
How can I continue?
How could I not, when the mistakes
And bravery
And thoughtlessness of it all
Continue to rot this mess of things
The message rings
I listen unafraid.
And I am paralyzed.

The decadence fades into realism
The absurdity of a smile
So confusing now pressed against glass
While spinning purple lights
Tear my eyes from wandering
and hateful.

Bitter, cold, expected, terrified I
wait to drift into the nightmares
that I know accompany the snows.
What to do to pass the time?

Am I awake?
A questioning glance tastes like honey now.
I'm told it's coffee with cigar.
Another pond I will inevitably cross
Once my composure is regained.

Offerings of stagnant puddles
May slake this empty melancholy,
Instead I cave into a craving
to exchange my profile
for one that's made for waiting.

Any mask will do if it's imbued
with soul, a toll to part the vain.
A collection started, and kept well guarded
By the stone that marks my grave

White dress upon the maxim blackness
veil lifted to designate the
eyes
now I sleep amongst the screams of never-were
see the laughing tendrils slitheen in horticulture
eyes
legs, laughs, dining umbra lasting forgotten
a numbing agent
testimonies sanctified in antiquety
and other such fancy words
must be clockwork orange
singings of the ultraviolent
tuesday two days past the last day for the full
moon

I speak vaguely on purpose.
To understand the levity between fractions of time.
I hope thus speaks to you
In limenal acres
Acrid acidic asinine
Redundant.

Sublime silence on the outcast marshes casted against the grey hills, too many large avarice’s to climb before the night fills up from the 32 brothers of Jain laying outside casually laying next to brains how then tomorrow comes just a little too early with farmhands and families chiding across the stone fences of solidified ones next too left faced so the wind caught the lifters before dragging upon the pavement red colors slurry with the clear curry favors from boot kickers thinking feet taste like curry hurry now before the bloated bow of Jamison’s ship across the American gates drift to sleep more often than you know but you’ll never find from the laughing torn apart from targets harnessed the underdarks promise trough filled till the gauntlets hill squealing pig fissure separating spectators from sepulcher never pauses left breathless whistles hasten to the untimely demise what a trend a friend asked me what I was doing but couldn’t respond because the algorithm wouldn’t let me breath heavily disaster of compost composing a decomposition of which snitch position to behead quietly an analogy of past tense and future meaning bereft of any merit to trust those qualifying for positions of power hours are 7-6am and please don’t push breath out of dispensers

I'm cyclical
Not cynical unless I get
The opportunity

Clinical depression I bested
Walking through the eyes
So dark
So wet
So sweet how they reflect me
Lines pulled tight against the paper
Apathetic writing

Caged in eclectic behaviors
dribbling down past the windscreen
a glance is all it takes, it seems
to turn the carnage to pleasant days
and vice versa
what will I say when all I've ever wanted was to fragment
the day-to-day. What will happen when she breaks the silence.
talk now or cry later.
a repetitive cry to drown out with vices and sadder times.
whomever created this survival game is as infected as politicians. now.
ultimatums curry favors, but I hold neither strength nor endeavors.
men are protectors, but left to daily devices, sightless to maniacal hive mind heist striders above favors.
now it seems we're the ones in need of saviors

To be or to let go
To hold onto what we mortals will
Immortal in our lust to fill
The hole
Simple facsimile of undeaths breeding
It's toll that offers Majesty
Or tragic mystery
It knows not? to fill it will erase
the breadth of that it craves suicide
Dreaded questions demand no reason
It makes me feel alive.
Trick the purchaser of time until
The sums make sense when it fades
The hole of hate

no need to go to school
but my hands work independently from my hands
science can
bring azn explanation but I
can't
so I'm sitting here ha;f in the dark but can't svoid thid dickness called sdavark but i'm to used to half of ordnance givwn to living quarks
I'm dying

I've had visions, not before
but later on
of me donning on cotton covered scrawlings of feather down horns banishing cretins from porches threatening my dinner portions
But, more awe than form to psychiatric patients brandishing
war torn grins from chins whilst scuffling about amongst floors of white marble enlightening me once again of the future I get to look fooor.
So another sip slips past amongst the radar and by this light on the keyboards I alight myself to dream once more.

The log pedestal sits along the stream
Lonely, untouched & seething
It waits
Until the surface crawls the mossy touch
Infesting it's new creation unbidden
It craves
And plots the conquering of neigbors
And allies alike, in the name of decay
It fights
Adorned the decorated growth continues
never satiated accomplishment
I achieve
Until the wooded cradle shows only shape
The texture now a secret
Traveling the winding rivers edge
To tell stories hidden within the weave
I mote it be

Asgard for a felon
a thousand souls dashed amongst the shoreline
disheveled bad & good folk alike
lost amidst the tethers swirling
astounded I drift down amidst the fetters
below the surface of the dreadnaught infested pocket depths of bitterness and dementia, here festering crying screams of betrayal, derelict sins dredging the skepticism besides the banks of moanful dirges in repentance for every past grievance I'm unable to shake.
These are the depths.
always the depths.
the depths they must be madness
to grant eternal life, to the eternal slumber
insisting, this time you will succeed in life
but only by your failures.
and yet,
I still am not able to find solace, from severing the tendons,
neither the depths noose around my ankle seems to be so tight. It seems life continues trying to pry this moss covered shell off my back.
perhaps, now, the hermit is not my style
and, perhaps
I've learned enough
to shed this chapter
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Apparent melancholy to the one whos ease
through the opal eyes
Of life anew.
I found in them reflected three aspects
to define. Dried, cured, and smoked
just enough to flavor tea.
Expectations mingle with ruined flavor,
So let it coalesce dysfunctional
While watching the highways
make merry a pointless insight,
And the scenery.
I see masks no more
Behind the walking walls
The eyes beholden a faceless madness
Too horrible to taint
Too pure to feel
Indulgent.

You liked the song
I should have guessed
Hidden like pidgeon forums tangled with the rest
You care for blues
Carved in the hearts
Barbed wire wrestled babes held searching for their arts
You like me tall
I like you small
Mangy hair tattoos and strong attitude akin to those who suffer as if they hold nothing dear to lose
I know
all this
You hear me honest
You caused this distant feeling dreadful
tonic
I needed one to line my back
You were to be grown attached
Though a stalker I have never been, you make me think on this again
Perhaps this changed in the mention
I will leave now
If you wish, alone
I fear not the pain of losing this soul
I've never known
You can seem
I can shout
You will wish to leave before this clouted storm runs it's course
I will be torn
Though hidden from in Athena's gaze
Of this
I know, but wish you not

Thinking thrashing thoughtless
Bubbles up, as if from the stinking pit
10 years, 2 years ago
2 nights of drunkenness
Keeps a warm light on past infringements.
So I sat on my delight
My delusion
My hopeful youth,
attending it's thousandth funeral
And hoping to fall in the pit this time
Inebriated and uncaring

Trapped again
Willingly unnecessary
Distractions like a debtor
Too eager to collect
The **** am I thinking
Another way to escape today
To observe and play and pretend
It's greatly helping my ability
To move on
I see no problem letting go
But now I can't seem to grasp
The anvil above my head
Held aloft by tactics of procrastinating
Not to mention *******
Taciturn and speachless until the waves
Crashing in my poster bleed though
To the voices in my head
Telling tides of dread and woe
And excuses and commitment issues
And ****** muscles and stoic
Flourishes gesture to rend me an
Accomplice to unconsciousness.
Then I wake up two hours later
Dashing hopes that power taken
Is mistaken and time doesn't matter anyways
The tick tock counter gadget measures
My time aloft better than my irregular
Breaths and numbed heartbeats
I've fallen into the depths now
From a painted boat dashed upon the waves
Struggling to breath water and searching
For the spell.

Accept the first option displayed by the godless black screenless moniter,
honest laughter contains the graveless monster ageless in our hearts whether programmed to or not,
The glowing door appears in low self-esteemed corridors guarded and ignored from the lawless oasis of subconscious statements, eating the fated to grow families graced under skeleton arches of martyrs disregarded, stand united with hand clasps tightened under flags of saturns dying breath in cycles, designs set in circular sequwence depicting the reforms sought after every disaster after the codex of shattered beliefs was writ to be promoted by the gullible innocents lovably prone to systems set in comforting tones, one day we'll wash away wills of peace weakened citizens willingly stagnant but that's a given object of fascination to be replaced like the shackles of fate yet claim them as absent, happily trading their lackluster talents as hostage informants abhorred with the bargain struck between state and the poor

These spoken thoughts
Lofty ideals better revealed not
better forgotten like intented
As the wind and Nox sifted
Only my reflections should be
Written
on this mirror

Have you heard, heard of the clickings?
The clickings that clatter together to cause mischievious misconduct
Yes, though, how did you know what I was going to say?
Hahahaha, Just privy insight second guessing the other half of your insticts.
wrap me up in a paper bag, and
forget me behind the back wheel
Let those carrion carry my weight on
fir a spell.
Less high than I'm now

As if I wasn't
Knowing you with all your faults
All your aspirations I knew
They didn't include me.
So in this winter night, your knight of shining winter didn't include me in your plans of merriment.
Tis the season
But I was prepared for you
To leave.
Yet I still hate myself for being
So prepared

Angst
Breathing Cells
****** everything **** God
Health is jokes
Killing list makes no overture
Persona quest resets selfishly
Trust underserving vermin
Wearing XYZ

Varnish on the black top crescent ocean
reflections of the youth I'd never known
crying helplessly like I've only ever hoped to
crying helpless on the kitchen floor
Get out
I fight to hold onto stable ground
Get out
now a piece of driftwood
Get out
A solemn plea for the safety of kinfolk
Get out
I tell my acknowledgement of injustice
What now
Holding on against the black waves of indifference
The next shore
Reeling from the reactions wrought
how long
My breath is held in anticipation
Until you land
in a realm where darkness destroys
everything except that
which eye's
tread

Bold dripping black lines simmer
Along backdrops of silent screams
Voices of my enemy give reason
And I accumulate my senslessness

Empathy leaves my side
Along with wisdom and reasoning
They hold their own tribunal for the
God-Judge named Karma

My gods held like a vicious scythe in my right hand, cut me as I slice into the victim.
This blade, the singular purpose of a double-edged sword that holds me enraged

I've lost my sight, given it freely to the winged beasts that claw these gashes I wish to breath across the enemies I create but lately I'm the puppet that recieves.

I can handle the pain so I don't ******* care.

I am not my own worst enemy
As we work in dithering silence
To destroy the hope we crafted as a
Centerpiece.
Like the toddler, we are never growing up.
Tearing apart sandstone towers
so the rain can't take the credit.
We may be, the doddering fool,
Never owning up to the stains made
by blood wept for the sake of our own
We take in the decay of the aether
Searching and starving to become
Bigger monsters than we are.
We love the effortlessness it takes to isolate
A quartet of half formed thoughts
Have the power of a bullet.
We hate the helplessness of it all
Acting alone to prevent disaster while
Massless masters mask what matters
As if we really know.
All I know is I want what I can't have.
We make that possible.

My heart.
It shifts along the varied forms without
thinking, barely feeling now.
My youth is strained by my hope now siphoned to cast my line into this endless sea so many times, and yet I still go hungry.
The cold comes now.
The waters trickery delving deep sickening helms deep trickling down my ****** nose into the toilet water. The bouquet of blood makes me smile before hibernation finds me quietly.
How many years now, and though my interest is often peaked, my hope is still trapped beneath the waves, waiting for these seasons to change.

and so I am again wonderig why
The whispers call to me dryly
I have finished my bottle of cheap whiskey
Why
I am bothered now when these plants sit idly
Bt
Have I, a hard time staring at myself
Why
I have nothing subtantial to prose though
Time
Is a scary eye full of what could happen
I own nothing.
I have earned a place in waste
My only skills include
Being amicable when pressure mounts
Visualizing paradise in the seeds I've found
May they learn a ******* lesson

Glorious and intense was its blazing eyes
Sparks of stars razed across the pupils
Igniting incessant currents through the
Maze-filled Iris.

Nephtalia, my friend forgotten in her caverns of wandering, no stone to hold up her sky as the slickness trickled across her weary feet
The Fox, a trickster, yet of good will.

Helped guide her to an oasis in the abyss
Though he could guide her home, he chose to keep her as company in this place of exile.

Colloquial cascading chasms calling
Names and chasing ideas through bored thoughts that collected in secret when either turned their wounded hides for too long.

They explored the windy passes, for years they did, together, yet separate causes
Until once while the Fox did sleep away his deep set fears, she dared explore the chasm

She had heard this chasm from the fox, his worried eyes and reddish charm. He warned her of the chasms hunger, the dreaded maw that hungers ever drawn to those that carry the wary innocence of fawn.

Though she did not heed his warning
Blown three calls of children mourning
The maw was not the chasms hunger
But the exit from this eternal slumber

But the world outside of the cave chewed
It grinded her bones and ****** her dry
And when she wished to see the fox
The chasm was forever sealed when
She left the fox behind

Once I heard the strumming waves
Crash across the hillside
The voices echoed tongue-in-cheek
Lashing through my isolation
I went
A knife, a light, my idea brought to life
The fear a subtle thrum to match
The empty roads a path confused
So I left them for the rapt adventure
I listened
The sounds a spector of tricks sincere
The ticks marched like candle lit markers
The property a traversed boundary
Easy and quiet I followed the sound
Like a fish from the depths
The tent city I came upon, lit by fires and
Satyr like smiles. Ingratiated I lifted spirits
The living dead and young life feedbags alike
Enjoyed the company of this traveler
And sent him home.
Back he went through the 3am moonlight
Traversing the hillsides, watching
And found he was being watched
Two eyes reflecting light in his sight
So an offering was made of blood
And now I'm real ******* tired

Beyond the tree's that rise up from the ashes of starlight
unkempt winds bristle through the leaves
Unabashed laughter, and softly cooing feather down
under the time where sunlight is drowned
Beneath the canopy that glisten with droplets rising
verklempt, in the wants we want not, and
the stones that weigh down the roots of our dysania
Priorities will take away this realm in the name of the sun
Serendipity allows the path to be found once again