Surrounded by headlamps and tail lights
but its still a lonely road
with nothing to keep me company
but a radio full of static
a dwindling pack of cigarettes
and my *thoughts

The drones
made of skin and bone
The drones
with no minds of their own
The drones
entrapped in their homes
tied to their tvs and cellular phones

I see their pride in ignorance
both jailer and keeper
Who are enjoying this sentence
as the bankers run the meter

In a prison they were fooled to build
and gladly accepting
To pay their homage to the guild
who commanded its erecting

As the wardens stuff your faces
with superstition
and their pockets
with the source of their fruition

The drones
programmed to obey
The drones
believe all that they say
The drones

Right from the womb
  taught to march to the tune
      straight into the tomb


The drones
keep questioning me
The drones
will not leave me be
The drones
made an outcast of me
for failing to extinguish my humanity

I liked feelings better
  back when I was too young to really
understand them.
  I have become too familiar to their touch
that once used to run chills down my spine
  and the ones I once impatiently awaited
Do not cut as sharp as they once did.
  perhaps its the memories
that paint a more vivid picture
  for that I am not sure.

I brushed off the dust
left by many of you
I know where to lay my trust
ready to start anew

Disbanded numerous negative ones
and I'm left with the positive few

I will not grip the void
waiting for nothing to come
I've added all the factors
and tallied all the sums

Go ahead, abandon me
for loving that which should not be
as I lack, and I await
the final crack to complete the break
a heart not needed anymore
fragmented, bleeding, tattered, torn.

I know I gave my best
but my attempts were made in jest
for every time you say goodbye
it hurts a little less

Lay my heart to rest
plug this hole in my chest
being an option to my everything
has caused me this duress

Love has been my binds
neglected, and unsatisfied
Say it one final time
and your sacrifice is mine

My energy is now free
Yet my heart remains broken

The lengths I would go for you
surpass the ever expanding universe
The depths I would go
are longer than an eternal stroll
through the layers of hell
What I wouldnt give
despite the lack of what I actually have
The things I would do
outnumber all the things I wouldnt
considering the difficulty of multiplying by zero

Watery eyes
haunted mind
in love with a ghost
whos still alive

This electric séance
tries to revive
what I had once
before I die

I'm smart enough
to know this true
dumb down my trust
just for your ruse

Hidden reasons
I suppress
my heart seizing
my time less

I thought this over
believed it passed
but here I am
with love poems again

and in the end
of this pass through
I shall become
more phantom than you

I the burden
with words effortless
this endless endeavor
this death perfect.

In the end. .
who will regret what
the longest?
After all . .
I am not keeping score, but
Women are known
to outlive men
by at least seven and a half years
not to include I'm older than you
by about that amount
or to mention
people are surprised
that I'm even still alive
and we both know
you were always stronger than me
to do just that
forget. .
let go. .
move on. .
Be alive, live, and even relive
Congrats, my love.
You've already won.
you carried any life I had left
for quite some time
anyway.
At least you are the only woman
I ever wanted to see
take a gain over me
Despite the fact that my tears also contain joy
unlike yours.

There is no lesser evil that benefits the greater good,
The people victims in a system thats misunderstood
Fussing and fighting over money and their policies
Forget the hungry, dying species, and polluted seas

Saying the systems so superb, such a grand thing
being fooled and bamboozled to where we cant think
No longer following our own dreams
So convoluted trapped inside of this grand scheme

Jack of all trades, master of none
they have many games to play, you cant go after just one
Please pretend to have a say, in their controlled outcome
be at ease, go to sleep, as feet stomp to war drums

Is this how we should exist, should I really be ******?
Am I the only who thinks we can do better than this?
Why do so many participate in this ignorance?
Why must we allow fallacies like this to persist?

We feel dead, but were not
and theres still time

She was carnivore
and I was predator
It was just a matter
of who devoured who first
and as I nursed my wounds
I realized
she did nothing to go against
her instinct
even though I wanted her to
I could hold no animosity
as I live to face
the next adversary

Beauty can be just as evil
as it is good.

Silly me, stupid me
let my heart lead so easily
Silly me, stupid me
my mind and eyes too blind to see
Silly me, stupid me
to believe love is a two-way street
Silly me, stupid me
this endless search that I still seek

Shredded liver
tattered soul
Feelings splintered
fractured bones
Heartbroken
mind blown

Walking shoes
   with worn soles

I'm merely collecting pieces
trying to be whole
Footsteps to and fro
going this alone
trying to dethrone
these nomadic throes

Still I cant see down the road
  and I know theres miles to go.

Im just as scared as you. . .

but
I'd
  do
it.

I only failed the life
I never wanted to live.

Time may heal all wounds
    but scars are a reminder

Pretending not to care
seems to be
the easiest route
for those with bigger hearts.
Although,
you come to find
as you walk that road
the pitfalls are much more dangerous.

This world
   sure has its ways of beating you down
but as long as I get up
     I find beauty in every step
of the sound of snow beneath my feet
      the feel of rain upon my skin
every sunbeam that shone in my eyes.
the sweet smell of victory
  and even the bitter taste of defeat

They own me, they own you
They own your home
They own the schools
Their television tells you what to do
airwaves ordering a land of fools
Believe youre free, just pay the fees
not hard to see the hypocrisy
This rat race they put in place
Dollars chased in lives of waste
Nod and applaud for their only God
Dare not look beyond the facade
Forgo your mind and they will provide
A flag for you to hide behind
Draw closed your window blinds
as they plagiarize what lurks outside.
Step in line and all is fine
Obey their law, follow their signs
buy and sell you, work the wager
acting as its in your favor
This is not the work of saviors
Welcome to the masters chamber.

I think we should be clear
that we were engineered
to be something when unified
even the gods tremble in fear
look upon your shackles
look upon your patch
which labels you with what to do
and ignore all these facts.

I enjoy
a certain air of uncertainty.
Those who think
they have it all determined
and figured out,
are often disappointed
when things go afoul.
Unlike me,
who is pleasantly surprised
with the smallest of victories.

Sometimes the title
makes a ten word
that much easier

There is so lucky
  because thats where you are
While I am over here
  just wishing on stars.

It's better if I lose
because that means that you lose too
and I can live ten lifetimes
facing every single truth
the fact that all I've done
the obstacles I faced
how I stood in the outcome
proves everything I say
I will not succumb
even if you think youve won
I can feed off the defeat
as you stand there with none

Trained to say okay
when asked if we are okay

I'm just fine
fine at fooling myself,
fine at fooling you.
As we all toss each other
the same routine
of weary smiles
and hollow pleasantries.
Sitting here with little
still seems like too much to hold on to.
Watching all that I love
contorted into to lust,
and my visions misshapen.
Buying into the *****
of these shadowy pimps
pushing the American dream.
I feel too awake to buy into it
yet half asleep,
in some prolonged
red, white, and blue haze.
Where we gaze upon the stars
through a pin hole.
Shackled to currency
trying to walk amongst
those grown feral
sniffing out its scent.
A drop of blood in water
a thousand miles away
Yet I'm still trying somehow,
to buy something back
anything that reminds me
I am human.
Swallowing the hemlock,
to push myself
through living the lie,
and help me choke down
the *******
we all like to feed each other. .

Sure, Im fine.

Just keep on
selling myself
until the pieces
are gone.

Just another
Self loathing
Self destructive
Self proclaimed poet
Who has grown stagnant
In his own numbness
and lost the words
to vent
his pains and frustrations

I used to daydream
that one day
I would tell our children
the story of us
A tale full of trials
and tribulations
roadblocks, detours, fences, hurdles
heartache and longing
fate and destiny
a coupling that seemed impossible
which would rival
all the fairy tales throughout history
where love still
somehow conquered all
as you looked upon my telling
with that adorable
wrinkled look on your face
of disapproval
but sadly,
I realize
it is a story I'll never get to tell.

I can only feign acceptance
of a heart that was handled reckless
All thats left is to pretend
I wouldnt put it in your hands again.
As I tell myself I do not care
about what is no longer there.

I've always known better
but love blinded me
My instincts told me
yet passion subdued me
I am smarter than this
but the heart does not hear the mind
I heeded all warnings
yet ignored and got lost in my awareness
I had better choices
but persistence led me astray
My punishment
remains my choice
from reluctance
to let go
of my own reflection

Without inexplicable chaos
true love would never
have a chance

Love is short
forgetting long
every night
awaits new dawn

They never like the long ones

I guess that its okay,

sometimes I face the whirl wind

and have too much to say.

They never like the long ones

I cant help but feel dismay

knowing what will cater

To an A.D.D society.

You can give your blood sweat and tears
and they will want more
You can give your mind body and soul
and they will still have their hand out
You can bend over backwards until you break
only to be chastised for doing so
You can give the last piece of your broken heart
and they will want it all
I say give it to them
you will find parts of yourself you never knew existed.

Say that Im imbalanced
at least that is how they challenge me
In a sick society
saying we're free
from every inch of our own humanity
Insanity is sanity
or is it the other way?
Provided too many choices
In which direction should we pay
or pray?
Their definition of society
is no way to be
Bankrupt from paying in
to the American dream
with invisible bank notes
slowly ripping the seams
have us warring with each other over distracting means
Seeking balance chemically
keep spilling the beans
as long as Monsatos patent isnt infringing
Abortion, gay, race and religious cards
but the deck is stacked
and I'm just miserys bard
watching them play their hand
even though I have resigned
from the ignorance of my homeland
and their mispointed signs
Exposing the truth
just to be disregarded
among the dispute
of the empty hearted
Yet I still scream
at the top of my lungs
it isn't what it seems
upon deaf ears with no outcome.

I
sabotage
the
wheels

before I get on the wagon.

Those who wish
to be madly in love
rarely ever have been
or they would understand
that it is a raging fire
few can hover over
for very long.

When did I lose the sun
where did I fold
what happened to everyone
where did they go?
Im here alone
on this long lonely road
where all that is golden
does no longer show

Caught in the winds of change
everythings strange
drifting past faces
that dont seem the same
Should I go back the way that I came
or let the winds carry me on through the grey?

Carry me on through the grey
to the blue I used to see

Losing my family
losing my friends
losing myself
as I lose in the end
losing the girl
losing my world
and losing my mind
as it spins and twirls.

Carry me on through the grey
to the blue I used to see

Caught in the winds of change
everythings strange
drifting past faces
that dont seem the same
Should I go back the way that I came
or let the winds carry me on through the grey?

**just a song Im in the midst of recording with my band, figured Id share it

He only did
what a man was supposed to do
for the woman he loves
which was anything,
and everything
but it all seems so criminal now
and he was most certainly guilty,
So he sits in his cell
built by his own words and actions
with only his memories to keep him company
replaying his evil deeds
and contemplating the motive behind them
for it is all he has left to embrace

because your everything and anything
      means nothing when its a one way ticket to solitude.

It will show the gods
    I lived better than them.

Silly poets. .  
do you really think the ™ and ® symbol will save you?
the true artist
who wrote the great plays and poems
painted and played the immortal masterpieces
profited the second
it was available for all to . .

share
   observe
listen
experience
  feel

Protecting your work
for financial gain
with silly symbolism
of the status quo
only hinders the true wealth
it can present.

Some
things
will
just
always
be
worth
all
the suffering

There's fates worse than dying,
Like never living at all.

Its time to brush the dust off
from the past that we both built
It never had a future
and our present fate is sealed
Too many empty seconds
Too many hollow hours
Watering a seedling
which was never meant to flower
Too many months of madness
Too many yearning years
Too few smiles shared
Too many lonesome tears

I remember the days
I used to punch up inanimate objects
to a pulp
until my knuckles were bare
and they were a ****** mess for weeks
so in a way,
I guess I did the same thing

I used to judge some of the girls I knew
who did this. . .
thinking they just wanted attention,
but they did. .
and now I realized, so did I.

We all do. .  

Maybe we just want others to see our pain
or perhaps we want to manifest
our mental pains physically

but I grew out of it
and found new, better ways
to express that fiery pit inside me
to relate it to others
and you will too. . .

So I can honestly say. . .
  It just isnt worth it.

Life will scar you enough as it is,
and the best thing you can do
is grin as it does
in defiance.