A lovers tune
Long lost to me

Saytr’s play their
Flutes but I can
Hear no melody

And when tossed
To sea
The sirens songs
Have lost their
Lustful luring

So Apollo
I ask if thee

Why does the
Muse forsaken me

Perhaps the gods
They seek
An offering

So I’ll bleed
My blues
Under the lonely
Oak tree

To ease my ears
And find that
Missing key

Then in golden hues
The answer illuminating

I was never without
The tune
But
The heart beat

Morality shapeshifting
Like the thoughts in my mind

Must be a serpent

Coiled around
My heart

I see a world in decay
The wrong people stepped up to rise
We’re all just sheep adding to the flock
An I can see the human inside
An I can see the human through your eyes
But I ask where is the line drawn between you and I

I can Envision a paradise
Where everyone’s freed from a wicked mind
Where everyone is freed to truly be alive

But I can never grasp it
I fear that humans can only be defined
By the pain a suffering within and without their own lives

May just be that we’ve given up
And locked our selves away
In the illusion we call “Reality”

You must pardon me for what I say
It’s just the old soul inside
Finally fed up with seeing the world in decline

When I was younger I knew that the tendency would only grow stronger
And as I grow older I know I’ll only fall harder
As I get up I know I’ll be able to run farther
Before I reach my final  collapse
I ask again for forgiveness
this is just me
And my misanthropic tendency

I
step into
the shower
The water temperature
turned all the way up
I want each drop to burn
As if to purge my soul
No matter how hard I scrub
I can never wash away my sin
Its stained too deep
Within

It’s time
to take this paper
And tie it off around my arm
Until the vein is protruding

With my pen
I’ll penetrate my soul
Letting the ink flow

Allowing it
To erase everything I know
So I can escape the stress

And
reminisce
On the youthful bliss
Of ignorance

I see the world like no one else ever has
With one look I can find the deepest meaning
In anything

I write them down in poems
For they are holy scriptures
Which I know shall be worshipped
For all eternity

I am
No longer man
But a
Poetic deity

(     Let the )
     (   Storm clouds come )
A        B     |         F
    N         L   |           R
         D             I         M     O
|          |             N         E         M
                   D        |
T|                         L      |
H       |           I
E         |             G   |
                        H
                         T

My mind
The
Pen

My soul
The
Ink

My life
The
paper

I
The
Poet

Work,
sleep,
repeat.

Work,
sleep,
repeat.

Work,
sleep,
repeat.

Work,
Lay in bed
WHILE  YOUR  MIND  
TORTURES  YOU  WITH  A CHAOTIC  DISPLAY  
OF  THOUGHTS  CRASHING  INTO  EACH   OTHER!

Work,
sleep,
repeat.

The ground beneath my feet
is breaking, rumbling,
quacking me awake

As the sun comes chasing
a blazed

The moon goes into hiding
wallowing in sorrow and shame

Find me in the meadow
Sprawled out amongst
The drunken breeze

Where the moon glows
Brighter than the sun
Illuminating the crowded
Landscape where only
Rampant thoughts grow
Freely

And the poet’s flow
Sounds more like
The ramblings of a
Soon to be madman

Crazed by the nature of our
Two fates intertwining
But never touching

The only thing stopping
You
Is
You

But hey
I’ve been there too

So used to the pain that
Without some sort of
Suffering
You don’t feel
Like you're in
The right mind
Frame

And that’s okay

But some advice
Don’t mind the
Time as it passes by
Because yes it's
True that time
Heals all wounds

Yet What they
don’t tell you
Is that it may
Take an eternity
To get through

So maybe tonight
Go outside
And look at the sky

Do you see the stars?
How they shine so bright?

Well one of them
Is you

And once you see
The only thing stopping
You
Is
You

There’s nothing you can’t
Do

I believe in you,

Feel the need to cry?
Do that too

I understand
I’ve been there too

But remember
We are all
Here for
You