It is not you
Becoming
Tired of Life
It is life
Becoming tired
of You

Could you point out
your own fears
could you speak about
what lies beneath
your thin skin of belief
could you secretly
hide the despair
of I”m convinced
and handle the pain
as the cracks became
an understanding
of why the shame

My eyes tell me
You look beautiful
But my mind
Insists
On knowing
What lays beneath
The chemicals
That are hanging on your skin

Do you see
The Light
I Said
DO you see
The the Light
yes
I Can't Hear You
YES
What's it Say

ER Hummm

Shall I tell you
Yes
It says
I say it says
To Enter the Light
You must Read between
All These LIES Or be thrown
Into the Pits of Hell
Of Your Own Ignorance
DO you See the Light

SILANCE

Life they say
is just a roll of the dice
which depends on fate
that listens
to every word
you don't say

Mommy
Yes baby
Could you
Tell that man in America
To give me back my legs
Could you tell him
Whatever i did
I'm sorry
I promise
Never to do it again
Sob

The picture
has been written
the words
have been painted
but the silence
remains
insane

Has one
Ever felt
The Feeling
In one's Quiet Times
All Alone
The feeling of the question
Uncomfortably
Unconsciously Asked
What do
You want to Do
Survive
In this system
With all the knee bending
That is Required
Or live Life
With Everything That it Brings

The Strongest Link  
In your Chains  
That binds You
To the spoon
  That Feeds You
Twisted Truths
Out right Lies
Is You

Sooner
rather than later
your mask
will fall
it will be then
when you look
in the mirror
that you see
what you do not recall
your younger days
before you were trained
to wear a mask
that doesn't quite fit
your face

Hope is like
a flash in a pan
looks pretty
feels warm
but not for long

I do Try!
To be on time
To meet myself

To stop the Wondering
Within these jungle thought's
That i create
To avoid the path
That will Lead I
To myself
For I Know The decisions
That will be made
Could well be Set in stone
An Unavoidable Path
No longer Wondering
With no direction Home

It can only Be
When you want to
For no reason
That your Honesty
Is Clean

To climb
Into my bed
You must first
Climb
Into my head

Are there not times
when you wish
you could just drift
within the wind
that lightly blows
across a soul
that slowly grows
within

I didn't have the brains
To Bury My hatchets
And now I'm Older
And I weep with regret
Watching my hatchets
Burying them self's
Deep
Into the Hearts
Of my children

How much longer
do i stand
at the crossroads
of future plans
within the shadow
of this skeletal tree
waiting
for someone
like me

Woman
You don't understand
From your
Neck down
I know you
You see
I'm a little Strange
I want to know
What I don't yet Know
And that is
From your neck up

Most people dismiss
That feeling out of hand
When politicians
Are debating
About our lands
My feelings
STOP me in my tracks
Explaining to me
The feeling
Of the word
That I'm feeling
Is Slimy

In the graveyards
of the obsolete
their bones
they still rattle
in the lungs
of the young ones
on the vote
that you carry

Is it you
that dreams
of being conscious
while conscious
has a dream
of being you

Jigsaw puzzles
Are no different
From words
Trying to figger out
What words fit
To create a picture
With meaning
SO that others
Can understand

The problem with
The sound of silence
It has a nasty habit
Of opening doors
To thoughts
One never thought of
Before

We are given
fool's gold
and like moths
to the flame
we fly

Have you heard
On the digital Grape vine
That your lifestyle
Ain't gonna be So fine
Coz one's digital friend's  
Are beginning to Suspect

You're not
As Hollow
As Them

Your digital cardboard cutout  
Is beginning to Fray
Slowly showing
That your Drifting Away
Into Thought's  
That are Forbidden  
To be Expressed  
So be Careful  
Where you tread  
Their Digital Traps Are Set

When you are happy
With someone
That you care for
Does it really matter
What hangs above
Or below

It is not the path
that you walk
that is crumbling
and cracked
it is you

When you summon evil
it is not
the devil you get
but the dark side of humanity
and if you succeed
you will wish it was the devil
you released

Do you hold on
to a dream
that is broken
does your thinking
say
it is not so
do the beatings
rain down
from your heaven
as your common sense
begins to grow
through the haze
of the pain
you are given
is it so hard
to sleep Alone

Afraid to sleep
to disturb the dream
that when I awake
you'll be gone
just the smell of your breath
lingering
on my pillow
Of Sorrow

Are our feelings
speaking a language
we don't even try
to understand
are our morals
still preaching
tomorrow
we will stand
while our empathy
plays the game
of trying
to hide the pain
that drips
silently
from the corner
of our desperate eyes
that are slowly
becoming blind

It is not you
Seeing them
From the corner
Of your eyes
It is them
Seeing you
From theirs

To annualize
what you vocalize
you must first
socialize
with what you think

One wonder's sometimes
Could it be
In our
Everyday life's
Things like
The Mandela effect
Is nothing more
Then a code
A language if you will
A Warning
That will Drive you Crazy
Or Drive you
To an Understanding
That this Reality frequency
That we live In
Is Not
What We Think
It Is

Have you ever taken a ride
to the sad side
where the tracks
lay buckled and bare
where the ones
who are born to trust you              
look up in quiet despair
at the face that says  
I love you
with eyes
that don't really care

The Problem With truth
Is that it is In Love
With facts
Until death Do they part

It is said
Respect for the memories
For the personality
For which you once knew
Has far more value
Then the respect
For a vacant body

The Lying
Has spiked
At the borders
Of our world
Where the Innocent
Are mixed with those
Who are Not
Mass
Deportations
Requires
AI Mico
****** Profiling
Or your gonna
Recreate
The Trail of Tears

It is said
Time
Is not measured
By any Calender
Time
Is measured
By what you do
Within It

It is When writes Anything
Be it For a living
For pleasure Or Therapy
One does Not Necessarily Believe
What one has Written
But For Those Who's Sanity
Rests with the Pen
One Must

Strange world
Where people believe
That Original Sin
Is Not
Wilful Ignorance

Is denial
the only friend you have
when you look in the mirror
within the eye of your mind            
where your own personal demon
waits with a smile
with emotional baggage
snapping at the heels
of your remains

Is it logical
to have feelings
with no meaning
to what you are thinking

Can you hear them
as they slide
through the cracks
of your  thoughts
demanding you take
the first steps
on this road
you have yet
to regret

It's a funny old world
Where addicts
Cause destruction
In their community
And to those
Around them
To their own life's
Being called
The **** of the earth
And yet
We do the same
Addicted to things
Made by Slave's
Addicted to product's
Made by
The death and destruction
Of other life
Leaving nothing
But pollution
And yet
We call drug addicts
The **** of the earth
Strange

Are you not now
at the point of no return
where the things
that you wished for
now slowly burn
in a broken reflection
of a broken dream
that lay
forever buried
in thoughts
that continue to scream

Could you relax
to the fact
that cannot be
denied
that the life you feel
is the one
that you hide

Do you feel
Behind your
Reflected  
Broken Smile
Your  
Psychological Eyes
Of Apprehension  
The words  
You carefully use
To speak

Navigating
Through your Feeling's  
That are Screaming  
I Need  
Standing  
At your Door  
That Floats in your Heart  
To carefully watch
The one who comes knocking  
While the children  
Wait  
With bated breath
For their Happiness  
And yours
Depends  
On Your Instincts
Not
Your Wishful Thinking

If you wish
to satisfy a need
that cannot speak
first you must
understand
what it thinks

Why think negative
when negative
doesn’t think about you