I could win every poetry award
a conformity that I cannot afford
it might be ok for those who are bored
as for me, its not important to be adored

maybe I just belong in a ward
I dont respect any poetry board
time to score that umbilical cord
as for me, I'll just go on being ignored

If you keep banging on the devil's door
someone is bound to answer
those who don't know why they bleed
have their blood lapped up by panthers

(firing at the sky, toward crows
the doves will be falling
before you load up your gun
remember who you're calling)

when bad things are done for good
we are taking chances
when you whistle that old tune
the devil always dances

I could win every poetry award
a conformity that I cannot afford
it might be ok for those who are bored
as for me, its not important to be adored

maybe I just belong in a ward
I dont respect any poetry board
time to score that umbilical cord
as for me, I'll just go on being ignored

Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out

Don't stick to the tried and true
try to do what you die to do
I have no reason to lie to you
it'd also be myself that I'm lying to

I take no time to think it through
I think I do, just think and do
give them a reason to drink to you
or you might be with them just drinking too

then again, if I were you, I would never take advice

Society put me together
with pieces of hearts and parts of brains
this dead flesh is not really me
the scars might heal, but pain remains



(Disassembled)

you can tear me limb from limb
rip apart my heart within
the fire is lit, even though it's dim
for your sins, I live again


(Reassembled)

build me with artistic hands
burn me with no passive brands
I am more than just a man
only darkness understands...


(Organs)

build me with more thought this time
give me the eyes of Nostradamus
the fist of Charles bukowski
give me the heart of Dylan thomas


(the monster is complete)

not a form to stand and admire
what's to admire lives inside
now too strong to burn with fire
it's alive! run and hide!


(It walks this earth)

for many years, man has hid
from what they do and what they did
this monster is all you get
you're the ones I have come to rid

The rose bush

growing in an open field
nurtured by hands that heal
what love does a flower feel
what love does a flower build

a single bloom

small and dull like a sprout
no other flowers would came out
she was only left without
and forgotten by hands of doubt

withering away

with no one to help her needs
the tiny little rose petal bleeds
songbirds swallow up her seeds
as she is covered up by weeds

When johnny comes marching home from war
johnny isnt johnny anymore
too many images have been absorbed
and johnny isnt johnny anymore

what happened to the soldier so strong?
i'm telling you, something is wrong

they go over there and take away life
then come back home and **** their wife
with no war thats left to fight
and they dont know that ****** isnt right

when a battlefield is the only place you belong
i'm telling you, something is wrong

Sitting in the siren silence
within sight of invites of violence
in the sky, the plight of tyrants
righteous mighty fighter pilots

and the war rages on
there are no commercial breaks

in the eyes of subsidence
the dying cries of compliance
the price they paid is the highest
siren silence finally quiets

Times have changed and so have i
but i was stubborn as the time flew by
change isnt easy even though i try
maybe i will be this way until i die

times have changed and so have you
who you really are, i dont have a clue
change is easy when nothing is true
maybe you just wanted a different view

times have changed and so have we
something happened between you and me
change isnt easy, it will never be
maybe we should be happy to be free

It's a fine line between wrong and right
the line divides like day and night
no grey defined, black or white
a mind that's blind or finds the light

it's a fine line between love and hate
someday it fades, then it's too late
maybe the way is decided by fate
some get to play and some always wait

I'm so tired, cant sleep, cant rest
resting is hard, with all this stress
stressful life, always put to the test
testing my patience, making me a mess

messing me up and keeping me down
downward thoughts, on the ground
grounded by the misery found
finding myself forever bound

Fine line between wrong and right
the line divides like day and night
no grey defined, black or white
a mind that's blind or finds the light

The most tired fraction of society
social studies leads to social anxiety
anxiously waiting for life's entirety
entire life of impropriety

improper ways lead to isolation
isolated due to my frustration
frustrated by my hearts starvation
starving for any type of relation

Where i go when i'm gone
on this lonely road i'm on
within the lines that are drawn
another night and another dawn

where i go when i'm away
on this lonely road i stay
without a bed where i can lay
another night and another day

No direction, dressed in distress
suppressed by excess of regret
expected infection, hard to digest
a left mess that's best to forget

projected wreck is yet to accept
object of the reflected effect
where defective breath has wept
I rest in the echo of my neglect

These branches have extended so far
protected by the outer bark
the inner wood is soft, not hard
underneath, the leaves are dark

it's hard to grow brand new shoots
and my air, it only pollutes
my branches are full of rotten fruit
the disease is deep within the roots

So primitive that it should be criminal
like a limited pyramid of minimal
innocent citizen, inhabitant, or denizen
infinite vision and mission subliminal
principled, committed and disciplined
addicted to the privileged derivative
affirmative velocity, motive inquisitive
inhabiting, uninhibited, where prohibited

Birds of a feather fly peacefully together
our wings are like leather, we're doomed forever

Thanks for tuning in
I hope that you like this station
this is where I haul my load
this is where I dump frustration

tonight on the show
there will be lots of laughter
when I speak about pain
when I speak about disaster

Old rototiller in the leaky shed
a working tool for the old homestead
mismatch parts of blue and red
it ain't pretty, but it keeps me fed

cutting up wood before the winter storm
preparations before snow clouds form
it might not seem like "the norm"
it ain't pretty, but it keeps me warm

rusty double barrel on the rack
a whole lot of ammo in a stack
to defend in case of attack
it ain't pretty, but it's got my back

fruitful fusion attempt is futile
check initials, official refusal
mutual solution brutal removal
essential pupil proving useful

amplified emphasis is corrected
amended but certified detested
time invested in suggestion
hard headed and hectic method

confusion of mission emotion
a hand woven illusion implosion
caution in frustration spoken
no objective inside exploding

It is easy to detect
detection of the rules you neglect
neglectful of what you protect
protection of the invisible object
objection to what others select
selection of the list that's checked
checking for a way to connect
connection lost, has an effect
effecting words that were direct
direction lost

Another misfire for heaven's weapon
threaten lesson second session
another confession of deception
we are headed toward armageddon

truth seeking and eating reason
demon sleeping will get even
secret leaking ****** heathen
unsweetened creeping deepened

lesion from the freedom legion
eden eaten and not breathing
region of the code adhesion
needed beacon beaten defeated

Caring burden returning
coming performance journey
morning lurking hurting
forming burden concerning

treasure lesser forever
severed december weather
shiver sweater savior
winter cover endeavor

constant distance persistent
system permission twisted
instant instinct listen
coldest living existence

This style is... 2-2-3, 2-3-2, 2-2-2, 2-2-3(syllables) Each line must be three words. This form seems to make for a good flow.

Wasted father other
twisted ******* brother
suffer further under
cover crusher mother

patient silent action
stagnant talent tangent
casket habit magnet
vibrant fragment fraction

soulless sister seller
better error dealer
shelter peddler killer
vendor trader dweller

(This is a new style I am working on. I am going to call it a 2-3-4 poem since it must have three, two syllable words in each line, and four lines per stanza. Also, the first and last line of each stanza must end in a rhyme.)

Tender weather summer
slumber ponder hunger
cover wonder lover
runner hunter comer

mainly gravely greatly
rainy daily ready
achy heavy crazy
lazy safety lately

hunted spotted haunted
solid gauntlet granted
plotted started halted
flawless gunner wanted

Within the whole scope of emotions
without any prejudice
never hiding not one notion
feasting on the bread we miss

with no path on which to stumble
understanding of humanity
a heart still so humble
breaking free of the insanity

always the one who is open minded
with no chains of opinion
never even blurred or blinded
a mind of perfect dominion

Crimson of the imprinted struggle
of wings that couldn't fly away
remnants of a ****** scuffle
evidence of the ones who pay

on the ice, above the concrete
terror is in the melting snow
soon to be under gone feet
gone forever from what we know

****** trail of the past fallen
a victims death is seen in red
on a winter's day so sullen
****** snow angels of the dead

I just felt a raindrop
I just felt a drop of rain
it won't make the pain stop
nothing can stop the pain

it's like a slowdown
and I am going down slow
I feel so lowdown
I feel so down low

I start to backslide
when memories slide back
it's like a black mind
it makes my mind black

protection
protecting themselves from a dark
projection
projecting themselves in a different
reflection
reflecting their own wish for
perfection
perfecting themselves for some final
inspection
inspecting the collection and making a
disconnection
disconnecting themselves with ever
correction
correcting the world with their own
rejection
rejecting reality becomes the
infection
infecting the world with their own
objection
objecting to every alternative
selection
selecting the story of the
resurrection

What is the meaning of existence?
existing only by another's assistance
assisting you to go the distance
distancing you from life's persistence

what is the meaning of creation?
creating a life long vacation
vacationing in the land of starvation
starving to let go of temptation

what is the meaning of conception?
conceiving our own deception
deceptive practice of perception
percieving the meaning of our inception

A boy caught up in christmas wishin
a stocking full of guns and ammunition
another year of hopeless tradition
another child with a ****** ambition

little girl also has christmas wishes
plastic barbie dolls for the little misses
with a porsche and so many riches
another child who is false ambitious

It looks like another day
what can i say, what can i say
just fallen words by the way
why do i pay, why do i pay

It looks like another night
what will i fight, what will i fight
everything that's in my sight
i am never right, i am never right

it looks like another war
what is it for, what is it for
raging while the enemies snore
not anymore, not anymore

Soaking in the soulless sunshine
revel in the resistant rays
severed soul searching sometimes
devil of our darkest days

Magic of the mortal moonbeams
truth traded for more tries
solace of the son soon streams
as the darkest devil dies

C.rusaders of a major contradiction
U.ltimate fate is truly sealed
L.acking understanding of non fiction
T.ruth may or may not be revealed

My home is the whispering willow
where shade and rest can be found
a clump of grass, I use for a pillow
I make my bed right on the ground

my home is in the flowing stream
where the cool waters seem to heal
the sounds seem like i'm in a dream
but my senses tell me that it's real

my home is on the mountain top
where the squirrels and rabbits play
my natural life, I would never swap
I just can't see it any other way

In the darkest of night they rise
without humanity in their eyes
rotting flesh and beastly bones
rising like blood thirsty clones

When they rise, the end is near
the world becomes full of fear
by that time, it's way too late
torture and death is your fate

The time to suffer is coming fast
then none of us are going to last
so much blood sure to be shed
on this night of the living dead.

Hear the boat CREAK in the CREEK
where the water flow was WEAK for a WEEK
we couldn't set SAIL for the SALE
I might look PALE because I needed a PAIL

see, my WHOLE boat is full of HOLES
when it SEES the SEAS it always rolls
I can see THEIR boats over THERE
I just stand on the STAIR and STARE

I wish TO be out there sailing TOO
there's something DUE that I must DO
I don't KNOW how to say NO
never say NOT and let the KNOT go

Youth passed by so fast
please tell me grandfather clock
where does the time go

Why bother with a dollar when you can get down in the holler
play in the water with an otter and every other crawler
just like my father, who was half hillbilly half ***** collar
looking at a picture so much smaller, like a backwoods scholar

Walking down the road to nowhere
stumbling over rocks and debris
I never really wanted to go there
I never wanted this to be me

seems like dividing lines are blurry
I don't know if i'm in my lane
still, I head straight in a hurry
always stepping on my pain

the horizon and distance is the same
and the sign said no u-turn
the pavement is as hot as a flame
and all I can do is walk on to burn

Riding on the road to ruin
trash lined and lost highway
I never knew what I was doin
but I still chose to go my way

looking at oil stained pavement
life's blood of death's machine
driving right where the brave went
seemingly stuck in between

it is turning to a road of gravel
soon to be mud and dirt
as I watch my road unravel
it is only me that I hurt

Treachory of weaponry for over a century
the enemy is gaining energy from all the injuries
mental venture memory without any penalty
trickery of history still causing twisted misery

a whisper delivered by lips of the withered
the disfigured remembers being considered
soon to be severed, the tether is weathered
no endeavor together your life isn't treasured

Why do I have this curse?
of foretelling doom in verse
a spell that I can't reverse
if I stop, it will get much worse

how can this be controlled?
so I can tell of tales untold
will the truth ever unfold?
all the secrets that I must hold

why did it happen to me?
forced to write of what I see
am I somehow part of the key?
will I ever find a way to be free?

The one who PRAYS only for PRAISE
will never RAISE to see the RAYS
just a ROLE to help you ROLL
falling in the WHOLE ****** HOLE

you will WAIT to feel the WEIGHT
a slow GAIT toward the GATE
you say No to what you say you KNOW
then it's "OH no you still OWE"

He might be a little hairy
but to me he isn't scary
we hang out in the woods
and run through the prairie

we explore the country side
while we just play and hide
letting instinct be our guide
bushy tailed and wild eyed

that's how i spend my time
with the fuzzy friend of mine
carefree as we play and climb
beneath the moon and sunshine

we never have a single worry
as we jump and as we scurry
we are never in a hurry
me and Mr Furry

I have been meaning to meet
seeming to seek
a new way
i have been leaning to peek
meaning to greet
a new day

i have been wanting to see
dawning for me
a bright light
i have been taunting the free
daunting for me
a slight fight

i have been pulling the blind
fooling the time
a ****** fate
i have been looking to find
footing of mine
to stand straight

this city never sleeps
this city never cries
secret's that it keeps
beyond smoggy skies

car alarms
gun shots
people screaming
parking lots

this city doesn't feel
this city's not afraid
these scars never heal
these sounds never fade

jackhammer
news stand
police sirens
news van

this city never sleeps
this city never cries
you can hear it on streets
you can see it in their eyes

We need a new constitution
constituting a needed revolution
revolutionizing our evolution
evolving into a new attribution
attributing to a new distribution
distributing love is the solution