We all have flaws
but I've accepted mine
and stopped battling them
because those who attempt
To fight them alone
Usually lose the most
The longer you stand
In your differences
The harder it becomes
To find the same.

Im sorry I cant be like you
humans always on the move
scraping for their families
to supply nice shiny, little things
Im sorry that I can not act
in apathy or still intact
as those on your flashing screen
Id rather remain unseen
to those who would rather sleep
than make dreams a reality
clinging to a crippling fear
as happiness whizzes past their ears
Like a bullet that the eye cant catch
the masters money you must fetch
its the only way of gain
in a twisted, sick, society

but I dont want you anyway
I only want someone like me

I've been able to beat
everything with anger
except you

He passed up all his chances
he was too afraid
He dreamt of the advances
that he had never made
He never voiced his thoughts
he never spoke his passion
He sat idle and distraught
waiting for some action

People loved him dearly
which he quickly turned away
He never spoke sincerely
or sought to be forgave

He cursed the gods above
for a heart that was not followed
and the state he has become
hollowed just because

of something great that never was.

Have you ever wondered
what lies beyond the mirage,
or does the ******* they feed you
subdue your entourage?
Being pillaged and plundered
torn asunder by their botched collage.
Essential issues whither
the trivial prevail,
incessant bickering
we applaud, and we hail
As the boys in blue trade in their suits
for masks and camouflage.
Ignoring truth with no dispute,
Lady Liberty's bon voyage.

No sense to question why.
just wave her goodbye
Something in the water
Something in the sky

Would Earth
be better or worse,
  With
more
  like
me.

Referred to as a coin toss
Would they really know the cost?
Saying better to have loved and lost
than not to have at all
I don't know which is worse
or which would cause more hurt
to never have known of such love
or lose it to an endless search

You claim to turn a new leaf
but what about the trees that fell
in your name, and ceased
are they forgotten in the path you claim?
Look at what you uprooted
from all that you disputed
no solid ground to take foot in
you wish to forget this nuisance?
You say you're different now
but does that change the past
and how, exactly
does that change it now
directly, when whats been done
affects me already
All you do is run
and I'm sure that changes the outcome
just as you said
but still
you cant change the past
and never will.
The quill you penned within my head

The only thing
they'll never
take from me,
is me.

I never asked for perfect,
I only wanted
equally flawed.

If
the truth
deters your desires
they are not worthy.

What can I possibly say
that I havent already
to change things ?
If there is something
I can portray
to alter the outcome
just tell me what it is
and I will speak it
Because as of now
saying everything
and saying nothing
produces the same exact results

Im at a loss for words
I dont know what to say
it still remains unheard
upon deaf ears they lay

Fate always has a different plan
than that of which I make
why should one even plan at all
a forsaken destiny
I cant slap back the hand of god
or applaud the devils nod
when it seems each and every dream
is reality's facade

They want me to open up
they say I must not care
When I pry and share what is inside
they take everything thats there

Sorry Im not possessive
jealous and overbearing
Sorry these transgressions
would make you think such a thing

If these are the men youre used to
I can not play the part
I see through right to the truth
in whats left of my heart

None of which is love
your perceptions are skewed
you lost me in the rear view
I am still on the move

Its all part of a game
that I can no longer play
I no longer have the pieces
stolen along the way.

Await anothers chase
  Im abandoning this race.
I will not be laid to waste
  by just a pretty face.

I always stood and faced you
I never turned my back
looking as you walked away
Now I only see your tracks
becoming weathered, cracked
with a blackened plaque
No reason, but still I stay
still, silent, intact.

Its hard to stay the course
   when
       hitting
            rock
                bottom

Fate has its ways with you
I cant deny
Where some have dumb luck
others easily die

You could **** an elephant
with all that Ive done
Some summon death
only to become numb

I believe in destiny
it gave me the strength
to accept easily
the throes thrown my way

There is no greater fuel in my life than *passion

I started to think
there was nothing more to break

Still waiting
for a friend to show up with beer
because I ran out
and I'm too drunk to go get more

Still waiting
for Jesus to hit me in the head
with a frying pan
and tell me I'm wrong

Still waiting
to wake up
without a hangover
and smokers cough

Still waiting
on a paycheck that is livable
and people that are bearable
pigs might as well fly

Still waiting
for that woman to save me
by accepting my flaws
instead of trying to change them

Still waiting
to leave my mark
on a planet bombed to ****
with an overabundance of meaningless

Still waiting
for peace, love
and all that poppycock
while I hide in the trenches of my mind
awaiting messages from
a war torn heart

Still waiting. . .

to write that immortal poem

Historic sonnet

Eternal song

I think there is a problem
with humanity
when we confine
masculinity and femininity
to opposite sexes
as if
all humans
should not experience both
and in a world such as ours
femininity is seen as a weakness
and those who lean toward that side,
are belittled.
no wonder our society as a whole
questions a lack of compassion.

Women love a broken heart
they trove a tattered soul
They try to piece them back together
try to make them whole
or at least from my experience
it certainly seems so
but Ive surely been wrong before
dont take my word alone
Maybe if I forced the lie
and learn to play the role
Compromise once in my life
I could come to know.

I feel as If
I am basking in the warm light
of a star that died long ago
As if I am the moon
refusing to disappear from the morning sky
I am the raccoon
who could escape his trap
if he would only let go of that shiny metal object
A trout swimming against the current
to a birthplace no longer there
A man trying to fill the void of lost love
which he knows was one of a kind.

I'm through with disappointment
and heartache
This inferiority
is a complex
I wish to dismantle
casting the rubble
of defeat
into the sea
Should I return to anger,
or do I continue to seek happiness
between these sullen lines?
No matter the emotion
confusion always seems
to have a part to play
on this empty stage

My heart and mind at war
      ravaging all thats left

Those beautiful women
  who thought my poetry was about them.

No woes for your misfortune
a lock that has no key
all the lies youve been forcing
no longer affect me
the words you speak are hollow
when your actions contradict
I refuse to follow
your endless line of ****
unwilling to sacrifice
left me to pay the price
done so out of spite
without a way to make it right

but I suppose its my fault
because I chose to care
rubbing the wound with salt
reaching for love that isnt there

I fight a war on too many fronts
and am losing in every direction
opaque views of what I want
and what is worth the mention
Ignored the facts for way too long
time to remove the veil
from what I have known all along
the jailers in the cell
With nothing left to do
and nothing left to say
the truth in choices that were made
why it remains this way.

You have turned me
ON
   and
OFF
So many times
that one day soon
it just may break
from over use
and the effect you desire
may no longer work
when you flip it

Some memories
are like
a cigarette
whose firey ends
burn a mark
upon your favorite linen
while you look elsewhere
and as you're able
to hide it from others
you know
it will always be there

It was more detrimental
than it was beneficial
if it went the other way
I may have kept my hold
but I lost control
it corrupted my soul
letting go of being sold
to the tall tales that were told

I have learned
that unwillingness
to relinquish your past
will only
taint your present
and haunt your future
our fragile human souls
can only carry so much
sometimes,
  some things,
are made for letting go

I can still taste the words
from every bitter-sweet time
I bit my tongue
and they went unheard
even with all the blood
on my tastebuds

Memories escape my mind



Through the outside of my eyes.

We are all heard
eventually
Unfortunately
its usually too late

Your name belongs to others
but they don't have the same taste
or the way I felt my heart drop
every time I saw your face

Still I hold no contempt
nor see it as a waste
We were just out of place
running at too quick a pace

All the secrets I still keep
vividly invade my dreams
like all the times I watched you sleep
opening your eyes to me

Wishing it was meant to be,
did you even see?

We didn't fool each other
we only fooled ourselves
the risks became a bother
but still they paid off well

The stories we could tell
of both our carried hells
The images we bore
hiding the sides we feared to tell

Its still worth all the hurt
to keep the memories
no one else in this universe
will share the same as these

So thanks again
everything ends
We would be caught too tightly
within the web we spin

So Thanks again
everything ends
even with the same conclusion
I'd do it lose or win.

Thanks again.

I've started archiving and deleting certain poems. . . I used to share with this site because I enjoyed getting input from strangers who didn't judge my life. It was great input, it helped me learn what people liked, and which lines I should incorporate into my music. But now everything is so socially driven, and I feel alot of good writings take a back seat because of it. Im going to just leave behind some of my more "frilly" poems. I made some good friends here, and read a lot of great work (with much sorting). I will still write here form time to time, but the site just isnt the same to me anymore. Keep writing folks! Its a dying art, and we need up and comers to breathe new life into it.

Sometimes
We cherish the good
In our past relationships
That it eclipses the bad
And we forget
Why we walked away

I guess nothing was really lost
I suppose I only failed to gain
and everything I say
is just an attempt
to escape the pain
I'm sorry if I hurt you
I should not act this way
So instead I will thank you
for what I've learned throughout this phase.

Sometimes I wonder
if I should hang up
this straight jacket
that I label my art
the eyes that gaze upon it
seem to think I only dwell
upon the raw emotions
of pain that it reflects
like it is my only world
and maybe I'm starting to believe them
maybe it is.
a penny for my thoughts
feels of lesser value
I once continued
knowing that it only probably benefited me
a venting process
that helped me survive
and now I only question the advantage it gives me

You were
the biggest con
I ever pulled
but something happened
and in between that time
we were too deep in the charade
for me to be honest
and believable
at the same time
and I played into your score
teasingly
just to see who was better
two thieves
in love
and afraid
of each others powers
even though
we saw it all
from the beginning.

All that attracts us,
             repels us.
my only edge. .
is that I've given up the game.

We want to save the world
but yet we cant save ourselves
as our empathy is invested
in everything else

Mercilessly ignorant
living in a bubble
Tirelessly thought is spent
on insignificant struggles

We like to boast we're civilized
but we're not even close
living by deceit and lies
hurting those we love most

Always looking through the eyes
of those known to hate us
uprising in fantasizing
that war is going to save us

Sometimes we must accept
even the worst of ourselves
in order to find our best
in what the future may tell

If you remain being afraid
to look at yourself
you'll never see the big picture
anywhere else

I seem to have a way
of making awkward look smooth
a trick learned throughout my days
methodology of swoon
Im not sure how it works
the whole borderline ****
a fabrication made behind
a sinister crooked smirk
because nice guys finish last
and in order to advance
one learns to discard their heart
to even have a chance

Every time I swallowed my pride
I let down my guard
I exposed myself
all for one person
it killed me inside a little more
yet it all was intensely perfect
your presence
that ran electric current
through every tip of my being
the taste of you
forever on the tip of my tongue
returning me
to the nape of your neck
all these words spoke
that can be used against me
remain worth the sacrifice

To the part of me that dies

Look for me in hell
stepping on the Devils tail
demanding how he prevailed
hiding in the details.

The difference is
you want to play god for everyone else. . .

and I only wish to for myself.

Love is what remains
When passion
burns all else away.