To the wicked widow that ***** the life out of her mate
To the tiny little fellow that crawls through my window and greets me with a goodnight kiss
To the brown girl with long legs that's sitting in my driveway
To the acrobats and the practical jokers
To the boy I saw at midnight looking for food in my kitchen
To the beautiful yellow girl who I used to see hovering over my swing set when I was a child
To the fast runners, the trappers, and the waiters
To the dangerous, and the harmless
To all the tricksters in the world

*I ******* hate you.

night fades to early light
with nothing to explain
the silence gathering between us
but the better man I meant to be

Magnetically drawn to the reticent,
to the underestimated,
to the forgotten.
To those dripping in doubt
without realization of themselves.
Naivety lies perfectly next to my cynicism,
and in the tiny spaces in between them both,
between tangled legs
and tongues entwined
lies a soul in flames, burning.
Burning from the madness,
caught in the circling drum of
the subconscious.  
Over thinking, analyzing,
until the vultures sweep in,
only to realize there nothing left.  
What self can be given that is not recognized as such?
So foreign that mirrors glare back vacantly
and footprints disappear beneath the sand.

If you went up
Past the moon
Past the sun and the stars
You won't see any paradise
Just darkness
It's void it's dark
With millions of stars
But no paradise

Gonna be a conman,
Selling ******* to the masses,
Handing out bibles and rose colored glasses.
Life's just an ironic joke.
We're all just pawns in a stalemate game,
the place where everyone showed up ,but, no one really came.
Crooks learn to cook,
Mold grows behind refrigerator doors.
Those people on the street are zombies and, ******.
White, red, and little blue lies.
Parasites that feed,
And what do they really need ?
Fill up your cup  halfway with water,
But just so you know there's a hole in the bottom...

Every single person on the planet could drop
dead this second.
Life would still go on.