if we are so closely related to primates, then why aren't they held accountable for throwing their ****, but we are?

If I must die, let me die in the morning light
with the sunrise in my sight
let it be dawn for my final alight
I just want to fly tonight

when we die
all we are is dirt
there's no heaven or hell
there is no more hurt

When we go
there's nothing else to know
there is no devil
waiting down below.

wow!
as i think to myself
how can it be
the thought of burning for infinity
is better than nothing, or nothingness.
not even blackness, blackness you'd know
you cant know nothingness though.
Does dirt know anything?
Is dirt burning in hell?
Is dirt suffering?
I hope not, because one day
i will be dirt!!

collecting on bets against our protection
protecting the rest from upsetting suggestions
suggesting our debt is a festering infection
infecting the best at dissecting rejection

rejecting the test of netting detection
detecting a mess of regulated perception
percieving the threat as a broken reflection
reflecting begets the final expression

i saw a dead man today

how creepy

it was a real eerie thing looking at his eyes

his mouth

i wondered how he died

did he want to die?

i poked and prodded at him for a while

i wondered if he knew i was there

was he watching me?

did he have a spirit?

was he completely gone from this world?

he was so cold and stiff

did he feel cold and stiff inside?

or did he just feel that way to me?

i splashed water on his face

could he die again?

am i killing him?

yes and yes

i saw a dead man today when i looked in the mirror

i hate the birds
i hate the fish in the sea
i hate the birds
they have no right to be
i hate the birds
i hate the fish in the sea
i hate the birds
they're mocking me

i have no wings and i can't fly
i just sit and watch time go by
i hate the birds even though i try
to be happy
but alone i cry

i have a voice, but i cant sing
i just sit here
a silent thing
i hate the birds
although they bring,
a pretty song
to hate i cling

i hate the birds
i hate the fish in the sea
i hate the birds
they have no right to be
i hate the birds
i hate the the way they're free
i hate the birds
they're mocking me

the mighty buffaloes still roam these plains
not in a natural way, but one controlled by man
whatever is offensive, we just change the names
whenever it's necessary, we change the genetic plan

life is so perfect on these hallowed grounds
not in a lasting way, but in the way we choose
whatever sounds inconvenient, we change the way it sounds
whenever we're dead and gone, our children pay our dues

always climbing up that hill
trying to hide from the devil
now i am losing that climbing will
under ground, it's always level

(walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
my conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons)

always running from that flame
trying to hide from the fire
constant climbing, in God's name
the flames keep getting higher

i reach out my hands for an embrace
it's just another wasted case
arms extend, only to shove
there's no love

i wonder why my love's displaced
like a bird that's without grace
wings defend, against the dove
there's no love

i look for another heart to replace
it's out there somewhere lost in space
eyes pretend, to look above
there's no love

when the sun aligns with your skin
and your eyes align with mine
when my heart has a total eclipse
the atmosphere sends a sign

perfect eyes are directed
directly at the ones affected
affection should be reflected
reflections shine toward the effected

effects of beams projected
projecting back at the ones connected
connections are to be expected
expectations of a love perfected

the glass is half empty
my mind is too full
negativity is all that tempts me
with it's downward pull

with broken feathers
i fall from the sky
when it's always cloudy weather
hope is sure to die

once i was lost
broken and dying
now i can be found
fearlessly flying

I'm a saint of the vapor
that's my God-given nature
I'm only here for a season
with my heart, pen, and paper

he died in a second, and woke up for a lifetime
angel wings were made to fly away
death's rope was his only lifeline
lifting him up from the dues that he paid

The bigger they are, the more pain they can feel.

i guess i'm just a "bird of pray"
they call me the pigeon toed hawk
i've never found a nest to stay
I can fly, but i can barely walk

like a colony of ants
that refuse to work together
destroying our own world
this ant hill is getting weathered

maybe insects are smarter than humans

like a hive of bees
that only sting each other
destroying our own nest
we torture our own brothers

inverted purpose, a hurting version
verses for this urban exertion
first curse, the burdened dispersion
worthless service of incursion

perverted circus, a working aversion
reversing the verbal coercion
first thirst, is the verse's assertion
immersed in an urgent excursion

the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day

he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain

it always comes out even
when I weigh the cons and pros
I'm stuck in the middle
standing on my toes

which way should I fall?
who is hungrier for souls?
on the brink I teeter
standing in the throes

at a pool party to celebrate no drownings
one hundred lifeguards, laughing and gloating
water was splashing, music was pounding
until they noticed jerome moody floating

why do we fear rejection?
rejecting the chance for positive projection
projecting an image of our own detection
detected by the other's inspection

take a look at your own reflection
reflect on your eyes' connection
connect to the true perception
perceive yourself as perfection

(the rules for a quantum loop poem are that the last word in each line must be used in a different form, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme. It can be any length.)

i want to enhance my mind
i like to go to that other place
thought patterns of another kind
outer awareness of inner space

i want to slow down my time
move in slow motion in the race
letting what i know leave me behind
inner awareness of outer space

drama queen, drama queen
looking for attention
facebook is your movie screen
the place of your invention

drama queen, drama queen
hoping for some tension
facebook is your movie scene
the place for your dissension

in this world of ******* fakes
who is fake and who is real?
willing to do what ever it takes
only good intentions heal

in this world of long lost friends
who is false and who is true?
willing to be there until the end
that's a true friend to you

so many desperate hearts
they are only looking for love
she fell in love with a hawk
she thought he was a dove

this one hates that one, and that one hates this one
not as much poets, more like trifling fools
it's all about the *** your kissing
didn't you take time to read the rules?

the first time our eyes met
possibilities filled my heart
you smiled at me softly
i could feel that spark

the first time our hearts met
you made my still blood flow
we stayed up late, just talking
about things we didn't know

the first time our skin met
the warmth then filled my veins
we started a fire together
making love in the rain

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.
.

the first time our egos met
the collision took it's toll
we got lost in the explosion
where did our pieces go?

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.
.

the last time our eyes met
you were driving away
you looked toward me blankly
with nothing left to say

going to bed while I'm full of dread
too many bad thoughts in my head
as I drift off into the deep
I see images of dying sheep
waking up sweating, pain in my chest
it makes it hard for my mind to rest
the only hope that I keep
is gently dying in my sleep

if you ask me "what are perfect words?"
i'd say, "they're the ways and means to escape"
like the songs of the birds, i play
I can make you dream while you're still awake

she liked the way he drank straight whiskey
he liked the way she would dance
he said "darlin, if i died would you miss me?"
she said, "I am willing to take that chance"

she said, "honey, life is just a party"
he said "baby, i love your skirt"
she jumped on the back of his harley
she said, "let's live it for all it's worth"

he was doing 90, and still had throttle
she had her arms around him, tight
he said "i'm not worried about tomorrow"
"as long as we have tonight"

living life like a photograph
I am captured in that moment
a record of images of the past
the black and white of atonement

the negatives scroll through my mind
by now, I guess I get the picture
a flash frame from that place in time
on this wall, I am a fixture

living life like a photograph
it's on my wall, then I own it
a snapshot of images of the past
a still frame of atonement

downward roots of destroyed origin
savage past, a native to pain
just an ember from a fire, endemic
my people used to be the flame

you can't hear a whisper over a shout
screaming words from forked tongues
it's what they're blowing out
that we're taking into our lungs
all together, exhaling doubt
what a glorious sound that it becomes
the sound of us breathing out
a sweeter song was never sung

how many tears have I wept
a salty river flowing toward death
into that water, I have leapt
treading until I am short of breath
lost my strength, there's nothing left
so you know, I did my best
sinking down into the depths
my body finally comes to rest

close your eyes and think of this
a path through the meadow, box turtle's trail
to be down so low to the ground
living purely, dragging your tail
close your eyes and think of this
a retreat from this living hell
a place immune to the sights and sounds
you are safe inside your shell

I want to take a new route
away from the one way street
I want to find that place
where two hearts can meet

I want to run through the grass
I want to swim in the creek
I want to fly so high
then fall into love so deep

Freda and Fred were laying in bed
Freda turned over and said;
"Fred, you have to be a better man"
"Fred are you listening?"
"do you understand?"

Fred said nothing, he just laid there
Freda said "Fred? don't you care?"
she just rambled and rambled on
she said "tomorrow, you'll find me gone"
"I won't be here when you awake"
"marrying you was a big mistake"
"look at me when I talk to you Fred!"
she turned Fred over, but Fred was dead

The ones we love can hurt us worse than the ones we hate.

lock the door, don't let him in
forgiveness means to not trust again
what has he done, where has he been
let him lose while we win

lock the door, keep him out
we still know what he's about
we are safe here, deep in doubt
we must let him do without

looking through the hill stained glass
it was beautiful before I took it for granted
these slopes have me sliding fast
I need a ground that's less slanted
life is growing with the grass
in the land of the dis-enchanted
sometimes we must forge a path
sometimes new seeds need to be planted

walking together on the whitest sand
looking out at the bluest sea
he gently took her by the hand
then he got down on one knee
he said "I want you to understand"
"everything that we could be"
he brought out a wedding band
he asked her, "will you marry me"?

looking through re-processed posts
getting tired of these cyber ghosts
I ask myself, where is the humanity
it's selfies, game invites, and vanity

if I had the ways and means
I'd take you sailing on a yacht
we would sail across the seas
but my heart is all I've got

if I had a million bucks
I'd buy a world just for you
a planet that is fit for us
where the sky is always blue

if I had the ways and means
I could get us our own spot
I could buy a lot of dreams
but my heart is all I've got

don't go in there
I have a bad feelin
that's where you'll die
where you'll get your killin

there's a man in there
with a look in his eye
don't go in there
or that's where you'll die

he came a lookin
he's lookin for you
don't go in there
whatever you do

don't go in there
I have a bad feelin
that's where you'll die
where you'll get your killin

I believe that a simple man could become a genius, but it would take a hell of a lot of thinking.

all the things that a mother does
a loving touch, a hand that heals
I wouldn't know what that is like
I wouldn't know how that feels

she is just another stranger
though, the vessel of my birth
she never did what a mother does
though, she put me on this earth

I felt a bond when I was young
but that bond faded away
these words only burn my tongue
"happy mother's day"

I've sampled love
have looked it in the face
I have felt the warmth of it's soft embrace
I lost that touch
but, at least I had a taste
I have felt the feeling of floating out in space

I've sampled love
have had the taste on my lips
I have felt the touch of love's fingertips
I lost that touch
but, at least I got a glimpse
I have felt the feeling of when a heart skips

this day is overcast
rainbows in shades of grey
sunshine, it never lasts
rain clouds always stay

thunder, it hurts my ears
lightning always strikes me twice
raindrops, they fall like tears
the wind is as cold as ice

I don't need you on my side
I can fight this world alone
take away all of my pride
I will still be flesh and bone

I don't need a loaded gun
I will use the song of birds
I will use rays of the sun
I will use my heartfelt words

I don't need you on my side
I can fight this world alone
when the blood and tears have dried
I will still be flesh and bone

waking up, drinking black coffee
trying to wash this darkness off me
hands shaking as i light a cigarette
these thoughts keep getting bigger yet

daybreak nightmare, nightmare daybreak
what does the night care?
just what a day takes

truth is, I don't know which is worse
sleeping in a nightmare, or waking to a curse
it acts out the same, forward or reverse
I guess the nightmares are my way to rehearse

daybreak nightmare, nightmare daybreak
what does the night care?
just what a day takes

waking up, drinking black coffee
trying to wash this darkness off me
hands shaking as i light a cigarette
these thoughts keep getting bigger yet