So glorious the fool,
Caught in his stupidity and unwise sayings.
Mistakens the mind for its wonderful explaining,
But wonder and wrought are of a harder course,
When you wrought the wrong and keep beating a dead horse.

Soldier on,
In war they cried.
Blood battled till beaten,
They fear the terror.
Created in stride,
Of their own horror mistreating.
I fear the race is already lost,
No sound mind is speaking.
When fear is created by oneself,
Lost is the logic of reason.

In those days so long ago,
It used to be what we know.
Now days have come and gone their way,
I now long for yesterday.
The beast within has yet to be tamed,
His snarling teeth his relentless rage.
His fearsome roar and untitillating stage,
Begots all in his own way.
Mind the path where your footing may lay,
It seems to be missed those good ole days.

It was so many years ago,
The fallen downtrodden path began.
But because no future could be told,
Life must be lived in one's own hand.
I can only make predictions,
Even though I know they can't stand.
I have seen and felt,
Loved and lost.
What more can be?
How much can one see?
Before you grow into a weary old defying man.

I wonder how many stars it took for you to shine,
Maybe even then you would have been fine.
Though I cannot say nor speak for myself,
I'm just a dim light.
I don't know how to shine,
And my darkness keeps me buried in the night.
I'm sorry, I just can't see today or tomorrow,
I'm searching through the recesses of my mind.
Because I'm afraid of the light,
And what change it may bring to my soul.
Oh I've lost my self control,
And here I am battered and bruised.
Limping to safety deep in the mind,
How long until I see the light?
How much more will it take this time?

Stories and stones,
Of broken bones.
Dare one as I not to repeat,
Though broken bones,
By throwing stones.
Can make one's mind be incomplete,
By their understanding,
Or their commanding.
Of lies told through their teeth,
By the end of their lies.
Under their dark disguise,
Only the monsters remain underneath.

Sunlight gathered raindrop,
Still glowing in its hue.
The morning proceeded past the dawn,
There's not much more I can do.
The sunlight rising higher,
More drops now settled by.
A rainbow appears brighter,
In the morning sky.
I see no reason to be sad,
For the daylight that comes through.
Shines on me even though I'm sad,
But doesn't leave me blue.
I'm still drunk upon this maddening stage,
Where life chews me out and spits me through.
But I must quit this craze,
For the sunlight gathered dew.

I've seen your face,
I've seen your heart.
You had me from,
The very start.
I wanted to melt into you.
Your sweet candied love,
Keeps me on your line.
Always thinking of,
I don't think I'll last
Cause girl you're so fine.
I want to melt into you,
I want you to be mine.

Provided no more tears,
Fall down on ones head.
The rain may continue,
Yet not from dread.
Is there only horrors of life hiding in the wait?
Are there no more avenues for one to create?
This beast of burden I've carried,
So long kept concealed.
Always remaining calm,
Storms brewing infield.
A moment of silence necessary,
For those still living.
Let your mistakes be many,
And always forgiving.

Breath a little and tell me your story,
Tell me why you're cursed and feel resigned.
I'm here to try to convince you of the opposite,
Time after time after time.
I've been here long enough to know you,
Up and down those crooked halls.
The rooms closes in sometimes,
As I rise up and begin to fall.
I will fight to the last breath,
Convincing you not to lose all.
But you are no easy person,
And no matter how much I try.
You push back with the fears in your mind,
And I will not so easily give up.
But rest when it's time.

The cross and king,
Whom gave us everything.
Asks for us in return,
Far away from the place that burns.
Inside the fear that hurts,
Bringing the dark clouds in.
Here I can no longer stand,
Only hope left in hand.

Everything ends and then begins,
The facts of life ensue.
Out of one or the other,
The thought becomes.
So horribly misconstrued,
As words begin to form.
Thought and speech bend to.
The moment shining on the blinded mindless,
As one is entangled within their view.
Where can one of words go?
To follow simply those lines prescribed?
Or by their lead, show?
This answer, a reaction,
A perception of knowledge to know.

All in all,
You disappear into the heart of me.
Like sunlight coming through a window pane,
You see.
It is a rarity,
A treasured find.
That someone can make me be seen through,
With all that is.
It leaves me not knowing what else to do.

The insufferable sadness,
The ire of pasts come true.
The looks the talks the sayings,
All coming back to you.
Fiercely defeated by the known unseen,
Quite heart reckoning.
Inconclusive,
Far from the normal scene.
I can try and reach from here with the words I use,
But those can be ignored.
One wins but I lose.

The junk of love,
A notion perspiring.
Wanted by few,
Left all those desiring.
A torment unchecked,
By the few who flow with it.
Sweated out till you break,
Keeping the movement brewing.
This ***** love,
While one abates.
Another struggles to master its gates,
The end twiddling like thumbs.
Till the next thing arrives,
Breath kept in motion.
Don’t lose that drive,
So mend it or lose it.
Drive past,
Don’t abuse it.
This junk doesn’t last all the time,
No ***** will heal it.
Neither will those who appeal to it,
The wrong junk to have in your life.

I am the last of me,
No one else is unique to my design.
As I traveled through this blue world,
I searched and searched for someone whom could be mine.
Someone whom I could share with on this road,
But alas any attempts ended in failure and suffering.
So now I sit and stare at the stars,
Wishing for all that has yet to be to come true.

I've tried,
But there are just no words to scrape up.
Taken in past form,
For future reference.
Laid down for someone else,
Somewhere else.
What to make of things that don't always come?
To bear the burden of the words,
Said or not.
As the world in my head,
Isn't big enough for the world outside.
Alone instead,
Whether chosen or not.

A look that gets me everytime,
Every picture I see.
Breaks me down,
Such a wondrous face.
Melting me again down to bone,
It's like sunshine when I see it.
I can't look away,
Even when I begin again to cry.

What is but solemn grace,
The man forgotten by men.
He seeks the world for riches and glory,
Yet learns there are better men in place.
What ** and wonder,
This cosmic ball of life we play.
Where truth and lies dance together,
Like words with exchanging names.
So forget the man forgotten,
His name rubbed off of glory’s vain.
Where he sits and waits on the worlds revolution,
No redemptive grace.
So forget the man,
Clean the slate.
The world is already a noisy place.

What traces of life lives in the mind?
Is it the good, the bad, or the ugly this time?
I survive on the expectation that you'll still be there,
But knowing what you've chosen.
This parts left unstable,
Either true or untrue.
I don't know,
And remaining in such tears me so.
So what choice remaining do I choose?
And what in the end will I lose?
This is the battle of my minds refuge.

The path of learning,
And setting stance.
Will it bring the path back on full?
Or open the past?
One must learn to discern,
And take cautious course.
Or the question left unanswered,
Knocks back in full force.

A collection,
A statement.
Voiced principles of another mind,
Carefully picked words for an even cautious sentence.
They pull punches or arrive as a cheerleader,
Screaming with intent of being known.
Or bring forth easement for another day,
Words and their power.
Hidden or clear is yet to be known,
For not all words are clear and concise.
Nor are they always cryptic and wordy,
My power is in my words.
Whether to hurt or heal,
They are the pinpoint boundaries in which I dictate the say.
I wield them,
Though as a child.
I still wield them with ferocity,
And you can be sure that by brutal or enlightened pursuit.
Either depend on me,
And only me.

It is not the shadows night that scares me,
But the blazing day that does.
For what hides in darkness,
Certainly is there for a reason.
And shining light upon itself,
Brings out the darkened truth of all.
No truth is easily swallowed,
Like a bitter pill needed.
But not wanted,
We hide ourselves from being seen.
For what is the worth of being exposed in hopes of freedom?
For in exchange of an unknown outcry.
We seek to keep the dark bits of ourselves wrapped up tightly,
In the end the truth is always harder to swallow.
But oh, what great joy in knowing, That freedom from burden and despair.

I've come to the state of I don't care,
Burrowing my head in the sand till this point.
It bleeds and begs me to move on from this place,
It doesn't care to ask anymore.
I have let myself become stuck in this misery,
The empty shell equaling instant mystery.
The place of the mind kept for weeping all in my own,
There is more to one's sheer snideness left alone.
But fear reaches beyond it's said stage,
Again and again it tells me to stay.
I must fight back,
Even though I've grown tired and sleepy.
Where I am young,
I feel old.
This place close to prison,
Must no longer keep me.

Each tick of the clock,
With time passing on.
Every second and minute counts,
But when does time become irrelevant?
Is it when we ignore it's protruding stride?
Knowing each second and minute,
Brings us closer to die.
I have watched and wasted,
The many timely hours at hand.
As the clock strikes it's hours,
Across the land.

People, people, cherish oh people.
The rising sun and joyous cloud-filled skies,
The moment is upon us where darkness will fall.
And man will fail to rise,
His accountence will be bare.
His dues wagered against his life,
The folly of the world and its occupants.
Will one day come to a closing sight,
The curtains will shutter and be no more.
Why then do we not see this setting sun on the horizon?
Are we to be considered ignorant fools?
Cattle raised and branded not knowing for what or why.
This amongst many others,
Is a reason you should no longer lie.
The day is coming Oh man, woman and child.
Will you be ready against its terrifying arrival?
Or like a child hide and wait for the storm to end?
The time is coming.

Oh how obscene,
You're so cruelly mean.
Your flair and kindredness exploited,
Your spot on Q.
To me you know what to do,
Breaking me open like you knew.
This unfair twist,
Having walked away from your hue and bliss.
Never begged to return anymore,
But again I find.
Colliding again in time,
Of the way you keep roping me towards.
But alas that's my fault,
Hard to say no to you.
When again a view of you,
Breaks me in two.
And wondering the voodoo on me you do.

I'm the worded avenger,
The clickety-clack of typewriters delight.
These are all I have of me,
Words that don't betray and leave.
What else can there be?
But empty pages filled with hollow words,
Leave all to be desired.
For reading can lose all its love,
When all words created expire.

So far, you sit on the other side,
Reading words so absurd that you dare not reply.
But what kind of reply would you dare to give,
To one filled with words and prerogatives.
This back and forth waving motion,
A wide deep filled silence of an ocean.
Yet there lies the sweet incentive,
Words that you couldn't come up with being so selective.
My muse it has become quite clear,
The words thought gone again arrive here.
And now with doors again open but constricted still,
The words make their appearance and have their fill.

Come hither writer,
Set the stage.
The voice of choice and reason,
Have not aged.
Paint the world in your words of all,
This the place belly up is so small.
Have you no reason or rhyme?
To take in those breaths,
Time after time.
Fiercely show the power you hold,
Frightening words of bold.
No creased pages beseech you,
Every word you wrote.
Only to feature you,
Tiny drawings to entertain your mood.
When the days of the dry well,
Bequeath you.
So writer,
Set the stage.
And with your words,
Amaze.

They all leave,
Words left unsaid.
Upset and full of dread,
Where did the time go?
The all important question we'd like to know,
With all saved up.
Now felt wasted.
Time lost to pretty faces,
The dance becomes a game.
Challenging the individual in staying sane,
To make sure heartbreak isn't repeated before.
But in there lies the problem,
No moment of change.
What in the end do we call love?
When feelings left,
Feel no hope of change.

They call my name from the darkness,
Yet I cannot hear their cries.
What voice remains of the living?
When all that remains is a hollowed boy inside,
Stuck in his mind.
The freedom it allows,
Can things change when it is of himself that must be allowed?
For fear grows like a **** untamed,
And once it grows thick and strong it is hard to change.
What refuge am I allowed from myself?
What courage can I muster to live on?
No voice but my own howls in the wind,
And not one to share the journey I'm in.
So again from the darkness they cry my name,
Only to destroy what in me remains.

I look into the abyss,
And it tells me somethings wrong.
It usually tells me this most of the time,
And I flail and fail within its words.
But I must try to climb the mountain,
The hills and valleys yet to sallee forth to.
Burn bright forward oh blazing sun,
The time of change is here.
In this the opportunity waits for me to take it,
This future I still fear.

This is it,
From now on the turning point is gone.
I'm ended in my fear,
Struggling past what has always been.
The mountain now high above the clouds,
Feeling like it's grown too far beyond my reach.
The climb is like a nightmare,
I can no longer dream.

They grow up and go away,
Thought they'd be here.
But they never stay,
This lonely fool believed.
This lonely fool believed,
But I should have known better.
Better than conceived,
I hoped where I should've held.
Because people have their things to do,
Where in as I grow stale.
To disappear would be a breeze,
Where I'd rather sleep.
Doing as I please.

It's hard to get rid of,
This old crusty skin.
Am I to rid myself of this tiredness?
Or by it cave in?
Lost and dreary forever on this empty shore,
Begging for more when all recedes me.
This the never ending struggle of the mind,
Bearing and dragging me down all the time.
And so it is that it bears down more,
When there's no room to breath.
And nary a door.

There are always those whom cross our path,
That leave us asking why.
And those whom come our way,
And leave us with a big and empty sigh.
I have seen and felt the good and the bad,
Whether by my hand or someone else's.
Some I can get over and live,
And others whom have my heart and it goes awry.
I bleed so easily to those heartbreakers,
When I just want to give.
Is love simply captured and toyed to the point of disposition?
Or is it a lie told to gain more?
I have been childish in some areas of my life,
Running and hiding for my convenience.
And being so foolish in the process,
That I still am.
Have I been so foolish not to see?
Things that should be apparent to me,
Lost in the question whom the answer flees from.
I in that am in an end of sorts,
But then again maybe not so.
All in all that is where my mind is time to time,
And that in its certainty is unlikely to change.

Time is but a wave that washes over us,
Some days we're gasping for air. Others are looking forward to the next big one.
In all of this remember each wave, good or bad,
For they make the person who lives today.

You saw an empty room,
But said you had to go.
So I'm left here,
So I'm left here.
There was no saying goodbye,
No question why.
I guess it's time to go,
It was all a good show.
It's time to figure what it all means,
When words are said.
But what one says,
Nobody really means
Trickery with words,
With a clock so full.
I took a second chance,
Knowing my glance didn't matter.
But that again is the fools chase,
Ignoring signs for time to waste.
What was,
Still is.
And what is,
Feels like it'll never change.
But it's my problem,
Never yours.
I guess now things need to change.

I must be done living with what is,
The time of change has come and I must choose.
I no longer wish to be stuck in this same place,
Or be afraid of what is lost or gained for tomorrow.
I'm not part of the brightest bunch,
I have no degrees in the higher form of learning.
But I know this to be true,
It is time to pack up and move on.
No more waiting,
No more being afraid.
Time to tell the warden I'm free to go wherever,
And that he can kiss my behind.

Emptiness,
A try to fill.
Fear,
A chance of courage.
Failing to prove against both,
This mountain unwilling to climb.
A crashed plane with no rescue,
Yet hope for change.
Is always on the morrow,
What then shall one prove?
Or should they end all with no try?
My dilemma,
My unending tumble.
Time to choose,
No longer to stumble.

Tiredness,
The slow drag of life walking by.
This all ending never beginning,
Time after time.
No gumption or motion,
To bring forth arising devotion.
To perspire and prepare for the upcoming road ahead,
No energy left.
Feeling dead,
So tired and exhausted.
Rather stay in bed.

I again in me am lost,
Restrained by the sound of my voice in the wind.
There is no tamed charm or lucid movement,
That brings forth a natural act within the play.
The game is always on and the challenge is difficult at best,
What do we succeed for when we become everyone else?
When individual specialness becomes a back boated myth to nowhere,
Is it irony or sarcasm to ones idioms that makes the difference?
A play everyone plays,
A test at one point everyone fails.
We are all not complex,
But neither are we all simple either.
So the question remains,
What are we?
Frivolous travelers looking for a place to lay our head,
Or someone special to enjoy the rest of our lives with.
The question feels unanswered,
And lost feels so much clearer than being found.

What is it we seek?
As we go round,
Pondering at the thoughts of tomorrow.
Growing to bring me down,
The thought of escape isn't far behind.
We try to swim afloat,
Everyday.
All the time,
It gets tiring to think of moments yet to pass.
As though the futures tomorrow won't last,
I sigh and gasp.
At a rest that won't come tomorrow.

There are so many things to say,
Yet I am many worlds away.
My breath catching on the last note,
Above all else remains hope.
But what remains to be seen,
Left lime-lighting on the scene.
A tempest *** left to boil,
Bursting with reckless sounds known.
No path placed left to see,
Yet the road ahead is black as stone.
What remains is a destitution,
A lacquer of things built up over time.
What now that all is left but a resolution,
A choice I hope that never becomes mine.

To once was to what is,
Is the difference I deal with.
Time changes all things,
And life lived because of that hurdle is difficult.
All thoughts that go round and round in circles,
But never end in their tormenting of me.
What was isn't,
What is is.
The reminder, the jab,
That leaves me like this.

Tall are the Towers that stretch up like tree's,
Covering their world in whatever they please.
Made of ivory,marble,brick, and clay,
In their own world they do as they say.
One day they will fall and cave from below,
It is there in their self-righteousness; they become their own foe.

There in the moment arises hope,
Of caring for each other's lives.
Dancing with each other off and on the spotlight,
The ties that bind us an unbroken bond.
This is the key of the necessity that is necessary for both lives,
Seeing the world through different eyes.
Their paths different yet similar,
Their choices many and few.
What is needed and necessary is right in front of them,
Their views, their experiences, and just life in general.
Now I know what this relationship means,
And what in life I must bring.

Tyranny, tyranny,
Thy flinching tyranny.
Broken houses and broken walls,
Seeking truth in crumbling halls.
Neither blind nor deaf,
Nor lame or *******.
Can escape the destruction,
When tyranny falls.