I don't have much of a picture to paint

You think I'll never be enough
Because I can't relate

Artists have been famous for much less

Because sometimes it's the simple ones that are the

Best

Even when the sun is shining

The sky
is
         still

                                      *Blue

Like a *****
I'll take it all
Down my throat
Gasp for air and
Choke

The white hare smiles.
It smiles with the smile that a girl ought to smile.
The hare is fast enough to outrun it's predators,

I am not.

And even then, sometimes the fastest hare is caught.


White becomes pink
Pink becomes red


These are the colors of my brain splattered on the plastered
wall.

The hare is alive.

I am dead.

I'm a wondering man
Who doesn't know what love really means
I'm too young to be done but too old to be seen
I'm obsessed with a woman -
She loves drugs,
but she doesn't love me.
I wonder too much.
I wonder about God, the stars, and trust.
I don't know where I'm gonna go
Not enough room to roam
Hotel lights all alone
"You're addicted to your telephone."
Black out make out and repeat
All in the search for a new love..
I face defeat.
I wonder on.
I wonder on.
I wonder on.

My doctor asks me
"how are you feeling?"
From one to ten
"Are you depressed?"
"Are you happy?"
"Is this the end?"

I say
"I am not sure how I am feeling, but today the sky is a dark despondent stormy cloud gray and this could be the end or the beginning of something new."

I'm never sure how I feel anymore since I've fallen in love with you

They serve me cold liquid imitation eggs for breakfast
And my mattress is solid plastic
I am only allowed outside at certain times
There are no windows so patients cannot
escape
We're all on suicide watch
When the night gets late

The girl next to me asks me if I want a demon
To be my friend

I already have one.

And

This

is the end.

The human race is amateur
No one reaches godliness or
Perfection
There is only a soul searching
For answers in an answerless world

empty glass vases

Their only purpose is to be filled with floral waters
But there are chips and cracks in them all
And even the most fathomless bouquet arrangements
Carnations, daffodils, baby's breath, poppies, sunflowers,
roses


All die.

And the way to get through life
Is to tell them all what they want to hear*

The sweet **** spews out
With rotting apple cores and snow pink freezerburned meats

Starving pigs eat it just the same

Like robots and drones they are drowning themselves

In ****

Mouthful after mouthful they swallow

And after their fat bellys over fill until they explode from gluttony

I will be rich

A worker bee without a queen
Born to serve
Not to lead
With no one to obey
What purpose does he have?
Patiently waiting for someone to walk by
Counting each buzz the seconds fly
A waste of space
A waste of time


And all he has to do is sting.

In today's society
You need one of three things
For success

Money
              A high IQ
                                  American Beauty

Those who have all three -

Are GODS.






...
(The artists are left to die)

I am not sure if it is
Fools who attract other fools
Or dresses that are a bit too tight
Soft dainty fabric presses against sunkissed summer skin
almost to reveal the soul
Hoping anyone will see
Like old men who stop to stare at bright garden daisies that are
Dying in the mists of milk cloudy grey

There's nothing to write anymore
No great wisdom to be found
Everything has been said
Happy or sad
Alive or dead

The philosophers', poets', and politicians'
Words live on till the earth's end

And my name will drift then drown in silence on
A whisper
On one last breath

She's in her Kansas bed filled with
Straw of yellow gold
Staring at the empty ceiling
She wishes she was home
Shoes of ruby click three times

She is already there the

Sickness remains

You were created from
nothing

Born
Into a world
Where people believe you need
Something

To
Be
Happy.

We're both just
*******
in Black syrup tar pits of
Sorrow

Still the devil's firey ****
Feels good inside
It burns like karosine
Smoke sets off to the skies

We're both just
Creatures stuck
in broken blue
seashells that lie in complete darkness at the bottom of the ocean

Still the siren's wet ****
Feels good inside
It drenches flames
Smoke sets off to the skies

Affection and affliction
Is the only chance
We have at

Freedom

"You can't write like me!"

I said.
(To justify insanity)

However,
You replied

"Poetry is dead."

Raw pure cane sugar
And sand to stir

In your morning drink

Because life's too short
Not to be sweet

We'll walk down to the ocean

Shore, salt, shine, and ****
Seagulls and shellfish

laugh at a joke I can't seem

to

*understand

1.* Him

A love like
This one
Isn't true at all.
A love like
This one
Doesn't matter at all.
A love like
This one
Isn't really love.

It's her obession.

2. Her

A love like
This one
Is the still silent trees before a hurricane wakes them
And
The silence of sleep after

A love like
This one
Cannot conform to cursive
lettering in oil ink on dust yellow pages

A love like
This one
Is the whole show 1st 2nd and 3rd acts
Leading up to the sucide of everyone

A love like
This one
Isn't really love.

It's her imagination.*  


3. Omniscient

A love like
This one
Has no end.

A love like
This one
Is unrequited.

A love like
This one

Helps her create
Helps him create

A love like
This one
Is beautiful.

A love like
This one
Is real.

A love like
This one

*is meant to be

Put me in your mouth
Like one of those
Cigarettes you smoke
Light me up
Embers so hot so red
Breath me in
Like one of those
Cigarettes you smoke
My ashes fall to the ground
And you'll feel so good too
Embers so hot so red
I'm an addiction
Like one of those
cigarettes you smoke
It's all I'm good for
I know you want more
But you can't have any baby
So hot so red
You used me all up
Just like those
Cigarettes you smoke
And I'm so bad for you too
As I fill your lungs
Into your boiling blood
You're inside me
I'm inside you

I am an inspiration.

I sing to the birds
I sing to the cat
I pray to the god and goddess
I cleanse my spirit with smoke
I talk to the trees
I talk to the sky

If you could only see me this way

In the cool gentle morning
The birds sing back
The cat purrs warm
The trees wave hello

And the sky

The sky shines.*

The god and goddess are here with
Me
And
My spirit is cleansed with smoke

There is enough love to go around for
Me*



Your love is a joke.

I have lost myself to
A man with no name

I found him while
Searching the stars
The sun and moon

I could never get enough of him

The longer he grows
The shorter he gets

He is infinitely invincible
In a never-ending loop
No one and nothing can
Stop him

Every time I fall asleep
In laggard or lament
He drinks deep rusty burbon
Until wasted

He doesn't wait around for anyone
Yet he is always there, like an
Omniscient god

He is in his own dimension
One you cannot sense
(Yet you preceive)

He is a healer
He is father of all

In all times

Springtime, wintertime
Summertime, fall

You have never loved
me

You never will love
Me

Yet

I will always love
You

You'd love to love

Her
The invisible girl
With magnetic dreams
She's waiting
Smiling and spinning
Dancing and dazzling
Glittering and glistening
For
You

She's got it all
Everything you could
Want or need

She is still waiting for you
She is still yet to be seen

Sitting there
Stagnant air
But the light still shines
All around
Skin
Breath
Sound

it's all fun and games
Until someone falls in love

Could it be you?
Could it be me?


It only happens when it's meant to be

A little girl
Has lost her words
Or rather the will
There is no hope
So take it down
Swallow it whole
Dry horse crumbles
white blank pill

Time to move on
Little girl stuck in the sticky black tar
Soon you'll be bones
And then they will use you
For petroleum and gasoline
Set your tresses on fire

There's no desire
No she does not want to go
She wants a new life
Polluting the world
And helping you get around

Whoever she loves
Please
Help her out and
Never set her down

Death
Is a backdoor man
Comming in as sneakily
As he can
To steal your wife away

Although you may be livid
His ecstasy and euphoria is
Unmatched
And is making her happier
Than you ever could

Some would hate him to come around and lift them off their feet
Other wives await his arrival with excitement
Sometimes even to the point
They come knocking on his door
A few stay loyal and cheat him his chance

Eventually he comes and claims what is his
With a dominance no other man could bare
And when he takes them with this power
Pleasure is eternally theirs

Running and writing in
place
Trying to find an ounce of grace
Searching in the mirror for my
lost face
Since there is no meaning for I to brace
I'm just floating weightless in the cyber
abyss of space
I'm thinking I need to win this race
So help me fill my strawberry red heart with
black lace
because one day I'll be gone without a trace
and I can't seem to slow the
pace

I want to write something with
Importance
Something with weight
Something people love
Something people hate
To make my life worth more
When I'm sitting outside the big red door
Wishing life hadn't gone by too fast
I want my soul to remain
After my body has passed
To make other people feel
Is how I make myself real
I need this more than you do
My only friend
There is nothing of true
Importance
In the end

If Earth could speak
Would it believe
The relationship with the human race is
Parasitism

If Earth could speak
Would it say
It is suffering
Dying

If Earth could speak
Would it ask
For help

Are humans a burden to the Earth
Or is the Earth a burden to humans

Destruction is needed for creation
Or is there something much bigger at play?

Bigger than sea, space, and partnerships

The earth speaks
The universe speaks


Human consciousness


Be kind to Earth
But never undermine existence

I'm just an addict
Overdramatic
Shooting up with melancholy

And I'm hopeless
Because I'm a romantic
Which is no way to be
I can't seem to find my feet
Or take a seat
Droning on and on
For a lost cause

with all the freedom you're entitled to
But I'd never take that away
So what's the reason why I stay
Your slave in my own self-made chains

Finding self esteem
Finding purpose in your every need

Because you are suicidal
In denial
And shooting up with melancholy

Hornets and wasps
fly as fairies
in a springtime
green sunlit bloom
They dance around various bright warm colored poppies
like spaceships inspecting stars in the vast dark sky
and at 3p.m.
you may believe
magic is real

as ignorance is truly bliss

1.
I need a spark
To start a fire
One last fight
For one last poem
My muse
Will no longer
Be of flesh and blood

2.
And then God said so it shall be
The sky
The earth
The trees
The water
Fire

3.
Only nature
Can give me meaning
When I am alone

Words are power
And my power

*Is limitless

Storms of change
Are on the horizon
In the grey mists of air
Rain droplets condense
And condense and condense
Until one by one
They fall
Lamented and flying from the ******* of clouds
Into the ionized air

Free at last

To flow
From roads, hills, and mountains
Down to rivers, lakes, and oceans
Deep into the soil giving life
All possibilities

*much deeper

She has a housewife heart
Baking warm chocolate chip cookies
For every single person (including the cat)
So no one felt left out

She mixed and mixed
With that big wooden spoon
Not one single person
Got to lick it
with their fat strawberry tongues
And no one felt left out

She's obsessed
And is baking for
The children she has yet to have
And the husband she has yet to love
And the coworkers at the stable job she hasn't yet gotten the degree for

But she needs them all
So she doesn't feel left out

Pouring cream into coffee
Pacific white swirls melt into
Placid steady dark brown
Pivotally changing to something new
Placed to balance
Polarization conjoined bitterness to sweetness and cold to hot
Propagated our warm delight
Portions now inseparable; never going back
Picture
Perfect

Nothing exists in isolation

We must surround ourselves in
life like light
shining and gleaming upon everything
To show the world
Not only that these rays are real
but also
To make us see
we are present as well

That no one is truly alone
When you still have the sun

Letters conjoin to make
meaning
They fall into place
like humans fall in love

soemtmies not in the rihgt palce but sitll

has *meaning

Come full circle
Turn back time
Everyone knows everything dies
But is it the end or the beginning?
The earth tells me it's the middle
But through trees and people
No one knows
Life gives us questions
death give us peace
Return to nothingness
Come full circle

does She capture fireflies
with Her smile
or is it the way She talks about God?
Her fields grow high untouched
with wildflowers and sunlight
She is a goddess at best
everything pure
treat Her kindly for
She is the giver of life

I buy petty impedimenta
for maximum price

whoever carries it
goes thin and floppy like rubber

so they bend and I bend
but will never

*break

1.
Everyone wants more of them  
So, their cells (and soul) begin to multiply
Once the death sets in
They are free
These are the ones that never survive
And suddenly everything they have ever created
Means more

2.
If I could write like I am dying
I could write like I am free
But this is a lie
And nothing will suddenly
Mean more

Oh the purest cleanest coldest
Water you could ever drink
Holy and infinite
Melting from Himalaya glaciers
Bathe in it
drown in it
Scrub your body clean
Scrub hard until all that is left
Is smile and shine
Scrub smile shine

The trees will take away your demons
The birds they will sing of you
And everything you accomplished
Have no worries because you all will be successful

From the worms fertilizing moist dark soil
To the tree that grows tall and sturdy from a small seedling within
To the birds that make their nest in the tree and from love hatches an egg

You are all meant to be

And that's when little
Alice in wonderland

Realized
That life's just a cruel joke
One cooked up by
60s social experiments

The mind transcendence
Does no good
When you're stuck in a bone cage
Laughing madly in the walls
Because you realized
They never loved you
At last

Everyone sees
through transparency feelings
Except Alice

Set those walls on fire
Flame to Ashes

Oh melancholy sunset sky
Catch the raindrops as I cry
Give me your colors
All of them
Your pinks and crimsons
I'll fill you full of
Smoke and rancid
And you will turn it into
Something worth wild

****** vain eye
like a crimson sunset sky
and I'm so ordinary
just like all of you
madmen and doctors
both put comfort
in that their pain is
unique
no one could understand
this stereotypical
cold cold winter
hypothermia raindrops
all is empty howling wind
only crestfallen souls
shells of bodies
roam

She licked her cigarettes
with lips rubbed red from
too much loving
charcoal eyes were lit on fire
and the ashes fell back to the ground
mixed in the offspring of
erosion
lost in the ****
A soul turned to nothing
but she became

*free.

And your father still reminds me
Of my own
I ask you to analyze my dreams
I am either anxious about everything
Or being reborn
(But maybe those two things are the same)
You sat there in the cool morning gray sky for 1440 days
So high above everyone
Even higher than yourself
Wanting to be on the ground
With everyone else
Men are dreadful
Women are dreadful

*And all I ever wanted to be was
With you

Let the salt seep sting
Ms.mahogany eyes
and it's a godsend
recoil in position
stuck down in-between the cracks

*and she's never coming back.

Sad boys write the best poetry
an enticing insignificance
(I'll leave you)
To wither
and to rot
to love
to not
to call yourself a *******
unworthy and abhorrent

You only send letters to save yourself
50 cent postage stamp
and I'll send back
75 cent cherry red lipstick

It's all I can offer

(The worst part
is I do not evoke any emotion
at all)

I am unworthy
I am sick dying
Dead

A hollow log was once a tree
Tall and beautiful
Fruits and flowers in spring
Deep luscious vermilion in summer
Red and brown and yellow golden sunlight fall
Sparkling pure clean snow in winter
Whether it was just natural to die
Or some coincidence
I do not know
But the tree had fallen
No longer
flower or vermilion or sunlight or pure
Only empty
Nihilist
Decomposition
Moisture creates fungi and bacteria within
bugs and maggots and worms
They feed
On the corpse of loveliness
Until the nothingness is nothing