The high pitch hum of harmony
heals forgotten fibers
of my feverous being

Because you want me
to look beautiful
Fit for consumption,
A gem
that hasn't yet
lost it's luster..
I wonder if
God
made me this way
Or if it was man..
Why did he make
my light so muffled
By the morbid sounds of
silence

Where is my mind?
Has it fallen away.. to the hands of
Angry God?

If life is a paradox,
then you
are the forgotten pieces
that my conscious mind
has chosen to forget.

There are skeletons around me
And they will not let me sleep
We run around for hours
Making plans we cannot keep

They run into the rafters
And dance out in the yard
They tell me to come join them
So we can gaze out at the stars

There are skeletons around me
And they will not let me sleep
We make it to the forest
With our mossy, ***** feet

We march into the mountains
And meander through the trees
We pass the mucky marshes
And we splash into the streams

"I don't have the time today,
but I'll come back
in the summertime",
he'd say.

Box Thinkers
never take time
to understand
the untold stories.

Summer ends.
The seasons change,
but he'll be back again next spring.

"It's okay! It's Summertime! I'm back!"
he'll say
but the box thinkers
never stay.

She stood
Facing away from the fire
We all watch and wondered
Why her words would never
Wonder away

Away from the flames
That smoldered and smoked
Away from the hands
That fed her
Freakish fears
That were feverishly false
Yet fermented like the rotten fruit
Of forgotten trees

She liked the guck
That fell to the ground
And gazing at the colorful leaves
Reminded her
That we all belong
To the cycles of nature

I can no longer stay here
where the fear 
keep everyone 
from coming near.
They ask me if
I will be okay,
but I only tell them to
stay away.

Let me walk a loner's walk
away from the ramparts, and the 
roaring lions,
and the knobby kneed ravens
who ravage the ruins 
that I refuse to return to.