"So familiar and overwhelmingly warm,
This one, this form I hold now,
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so,
Wide eyed and hopeful,
Wide eyed and hopefully wild,
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now,
Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in...
This body makes me feel eternal,
All this pain is an illusion.."

~ Maynard James Keenan

If love's really blind,
     I hope the cupid won't miss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The italics of my poetry
Leans only to your soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I don't hate the planet,
I despise the people that inhabit it,
Cuz I'm looking through their eyes and all that matters is how much cash you spend,
Or how much you make,
But it don't matter how much I hate the twisted ways of all this waste that's in this place,
Cuz either way, this life ain't how I imagined it,

I pray for disasters,
I hope that it shatters,
I'll watch your world crack while you drown in my laughter,
Cuz all this won't matter when it turns a new chapter,

You'll watch me on my mountain top watching all you cowards fall,
And I'll sound the song and pound the drums at God before I curse him for letting this go on this long,

Flip the world off while I watch the ground just drop from under yall,

Take my place as king at the side of the devil cuz he sung his song,

You can call me the son of God,

Dear world,
I hope you ****** rot-

I've
Cracked
at
the
seams
I
Can't
find
out
what
these
dreams
mean
I
don't
understand
why
my
mind
keeps
becoming
so
underhanded
Playing
tri­cks
on
my
consciousness
Can't
for
once
it
just
go
away.

You are what you are
no bypassing the issue
And if you force change on someone
the issue is you

we all were created to be something
from the addicts to the presidents
for those that may be wondering
hopeless nerds and the awkward
are who I represent

Me? I'm a hardened cynical writing fiend
inking and abusing pages like schoolly D when he asked, P.S.K. what does it mean
you won't find this engrossing
as I'm prone to bouts of vicious self loathing

You? well clearly you must like what I write
I personally don't see why but hey that's alright
but then you always are your own worst critic
So even though I may think I'm dumber than a post tied to a box of rocks
you may see something different

Bottom line is, we all are something unique and strange
because of this humans should try to engage
the idea of being loving and not war hungry ******
because who know how long we have until the final curtain call
And when the author's pen makes that last click