i thought he was a truth seeker
i thought he was truth speaker
then i found out otherwise

he was not a proof speaker
just a tooth for tooth seeker
i saw his other lies

everything has a polar opposite...hating what you love, loving what you hate...i have a lot to learn about energies, but somehow i truly believe that it takes both and there's some positive and negative that can come together and create a charge...my computer and physics studies go right along with this...i have been working on computers, tablets, tv's a long time also...plus religious books i look into...would you like to help the world while amazing yourself and drop the weight of burdens? please study into this and spread your word

Example - the north and south pole...one is thin ice over water and one is thick ice over land...looking at the wildlife in comparison is cute and fun!

The Energy Exchange...we need your energy and you need ours to be strong

Twelve hundred beats per minute
nature can have so much power
ready to taste your sweet nectar
ready to pollinate your flower

the fact of the matter
its just a matter of fact
nothing changes truth
the facts stay intact

no sugar coating
its the taste of bitter truth
right on our lips
no need to be a sleuth

on the cutting table
its all been cut and dried
laid out before us
let it be our guide

Only a signal from the brain makes you sick or heals you. They want you to believe otherwise, but meds just try to make the brain signal wellness to cells. Sickness is only there if you believe it is. If you believe in your own brain and body, you will never fall ill for long.

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

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

come with me, and we'll find shelter
let my arms protect your heart
we could spend all our days together
we could let the world depart

lead the way, and I will follow
a path that can help us heal
just give us a chance for tomorrow
to find out if love is real

come with me, to a place to ponder
future plans of heartfelt bliss
let our feelings only grow stronger
with every touch and every kiss

The snow blowing across this here land
is the work of mother nature's hand
even though some may not understand
she has power and a natural plan

even though the frozen ground is hard
it will not leave this earth scarred
she never leaves a single thing marred
because she is always on guard

she goes through this change every year
and there's no reason for us to fear
around the corner, change will be here
don't you worry, spring is near

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when she is done with the cold
a new story will be told
a new world will soon unfold
in with the new, out with the old

I try not to be so neurotic
my thought process is caught on ironic
stopped by a lost cause, I'm not bionic
the line that's drawn, I am standing on it

the rotted thoughts are only symbolic
what I got was a spot in the *****
my mind is trodden by forgotten logic
the road to irony, I am walking on it

Would you die for what they try for?
could you buy war if it made you lie more?
would you vie for the answer to why for?
could you fly more if there was no bye door?

would you try to change what is my view?
could you buy new if it was beside you?
would you cry too if we don't try to?
could you lie too just to get to my clue?

would you fight war if you knew why they fight for?
could you right more if you knew what was right for?
would you fight for a chance at the right door?
could you sight more if you could let your light pour?

smoking and drinking
anything but thinking
to this world, I am dumb
hoping is shrinking
my armor is chinking
my mind is now numb

toking and syncing
my mind has no inkling
empty out my head
the eyes of no blinking
they are set on linking
this life with the dead

Space ship spirit soaring soul
no kindness, no caring control
greedily gripping his golden goal
brainless ******* bellowing below

future for the fail-proof flight
tomorrow's tale is told tonight
looking at the lord-less light
fallen figures take to flight

pilgrims of the powerless pride
wings un-used until un-tied
debate the dreams once denied
gorgeous gloom begins to glide

we are all in this together
aren't we all just the same
we should treat each other better
why do we play this hurtful game

words scorch, and so does rejection
burning heat of judging glares
eyes seek a downward direction
when it seems that no one cares

poison arrows aimed at destroying
hitting people in the heart
bullets fly from the fingers pointing
slowly tearing the victim apart

what we need is understanding
no one is perfect, none have the right
the bully only stands there laughing
thinking they have won a fight

but

power comes from the strangest places
a bully will only live in regret
we were made to grow in stages
they haven't seen the best of you yet

i made a lot of bad decisions
probably more than most
every single one of them
created an angry ghost

they haunt me day and night
they're eating at my soul
the entities of my past
will never let me go

digging themselves out of the earth
after years, waiting for re-birth
with eyes glazed, they cant see
dead, but alive with no humanity
a twisted, dark, and ***** breed
rising up, they only want to feed
"you cant **** what is already dead"
the only way, is to cut off the head

they're not evil and not insane
they only want to eat your brain

walking through the shadows,so slow
you can run, but theres nowhere to go
locked doors are all that you find
then you hear them coming from behind
you try to move, then you feel the bite
death will slowly come to you tonight
and as you die, such a gruesome death
screaming, as you take your last breath

they're not evil and not insane
they only want to eat your brain

The sun won't come out tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow...
there'll be guns

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

Feeling like a hopeless lost ship
shipping loneliness on a treacherous trip
tripping over the flop and flip
flipping anxiously in the white cap clip

lost and alone in the chop
chopping me up in the flip and the flop
flopping around, i feel my heart drop
dropping me back down into the slop

so much time i seem to devote
devotion to this sea that's so remote
remotely hoping to stay and float
floating around in this lonely boat

walking off into the arms of death
smothering, trying to find my last breath
maybe I wasn't the worst, but wasn't the best
walking off into the arms of death

holding all that I have inside
overfilled with all the things that've died
I just can't get my mind to that size
holding all that I have inside

walking off into the arms of death
dizziness is from finding my breadth
maybe I wasn't the worst, but never the best
walking off into the arms of death

On Facebook

for leaving a comment on a post about Orangutans. The article was about how they found that primates have an actual language. It's not like I said "duh". Another person said that they were probably talking **** about us. My comment said "**** them"!

Thanks Facebook for helping me realize that i'm not funny. And thanks for giving me a week to think about my actions(or what some lifeless ***** thinks is an action). A facebook ban is in the best interest of anyone who gets banned. Anyone who reported my comment as hate speech, has a lot more to face up to than me...and it's all saved on the master server.

A week of full on, beautiful reality.

cellophane hearts, loving in parts
letting emotions be replaced
once numbness starts, feeling departs
every thought is on the chase

feeling so stamped on

cellophane dreams, hushing the screams
smacking thoughts that defeat
like reality vaccines, by any means
every day is on repeat

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

That means I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so don't ask me questions

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Unless it is what you wanted me to tell you.

there's a final destination
but i have no plans
i'm a free-ranging, solitary, makeshift man

there's so many resting places
but i have to move
i have plenty to do and nothing to prove

there's a final destination
but within life's span
i'm a free-ranging, solitary, makeshift man

trying to get by with high anxiety
I cry to the sky, why are you trying me
hiding from the grind of my society
I have my mind set on finding privacy

I've tried my best at buying entirety
dying inside, my pride is fighting me
impropriety as a light, my irony
wiping away my right to piety

That every thought had real meaning
and every person could see that meaning
that we were cool shade from a tree
and every tree was made for leaning

that every feeling was a good feeling
and every person could feel that feeling
that everyone had thoughts that heal
and every one was into healing

that every mind was made for cleaning
and every person could do their cleaning
that in every trash pile we would see
and find treasure with such meaning

that every killing was just time killing
and every person could see that killing
that my fulfillment is for you to fulfill
and not just a worthless filling

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 sun will burn a hole right through
your parasols
The clouds so sick they've split in two
from aerosols

The air will fill your lungs with fists
for ev'ry breath
'til future days when life exists
to mirror death

So you're wondering why
They put heaven on high
Why the gods don't visit us anymore
And you lift your eye
To the deep blue sky:
The only way out is up

And so you hire a bird to sing your songs
And you buy her a tree to start things off
And you wire the words through lines of leaves
And you hope that she shows when comes the sun
She may never sing
She may never show
But you don't know

The lake, the sea: the tireless gloves
where nature's hand
Still holds her sceptre far above
her *******, man

The shore where centuries of sand
through waves have raced
Invites a swim, but think where man
deposits waste

So you're wondering why
They put heaven on high
Why the angels tolerate pillowy floors
As you lift your eye
To the birth of blue sky:
The only way out is up

And so you hire a bird to sing your songs
And you buy her a tree to start things off
And you wire the words through lines of leaves
And you hope that she shows when comes the sun
She may never sing
She may never show
But you don't know

all of these people
do they deserve to be exploited?
if you knew what i know
then it couldn't be avoided

in this spider's web
is a gold mine of information
wrapped in silk they fall below
the fangs of predation

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

A single gift under the tree
there's a present to you, from me
I scream to the crowd to come see
the red and green that has to be

no mistletoe, but there's a kiss
a jolly spirit bares a fist
before I go, I am checking my list
I never wanted it to come to this

i have said enough prayers
so i'm done praying
no one really hears
or cares what i'm saying

i have fought enough fears
now i'm done fighting
all the wasted years
wrongs not worth righting

i've had enough regrets
no more ***** for giving
the heart never forgets
but i must go on living

A troop of poets with bibles in hand
are fed up and taking a stand
not against anything important
you know they have to keep it bland

watch out because here they come
holier than all, not just some
only beating the same old drum
still chewing on the same old crumb


PLEDGE
we will all stand together
and write poems about the weather
our ties shall always tether
tied together and the same forever

I don't need a doctor's medicine
all I need is **** and wine
I pray for heaven to let us in
I pray to an unnatural mind

I don't need the tools of society
all I need need is the test of alone
I'm not worried about my impropriety
when we die, we are only bone

I don't need a god to worship
worship means to have faith in unseen
I live life in more and more ****
I live *****, but I'll die clean

Anger
sometimes it burns
a passion in a heart that yearns
imperfect
we all have our turns
different ways to speak of concerns
dialect
sometimes it spurns
without understanding of certain terms
emotion
that the heart discerns
is seen only after the understanding returns


Composure
it's hard to keep
to be angry without making a peep
careful
not to get too deep
the price of turbulence isnt cheap
forsaken
the tears you weep
the hill of forgiveness is mighty steep
despised
for your leap
i guess what you sew is what you reap

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

I'm kind of like a hip hop hippie
maybe more of a heavy metal gypsy
*** pistols, punk rock roots
kind of country like cowboy boots

i'm just man with a radical passion
i craft the lines and then put them in action
snapping the backs of theatrical factions
smashing the mansions of every flashy attraction
i demand to choose facts over lies fashioned
subtract the stacks of imagined distraction
standing in the shadows like an assassin
attacking and slashing with reactive exaction

my soul had left it's residence
restless essence led to the exodus
I set out to be fed by precedence
trying to get the best of excellence

I ended up just west of prevalence
right where I left my pestilence
I attest no suggestive evidence
i was never blessed in my quest for benevolence

I've seen a many things
like the pain a tortured spirit brings
a man standing in the rain
when seeking shelter is in vain

I've felt so many pains
like beating of a heart abstains
such a cold feeling stings
when the clock's pendulum swings

I've seen a many things
like a life that barely clings
there is no reason to remain
when seeking shelter is in vain

Half full, half empty...

we both see the glass, the liquid, the space?

you see half a picture, i see the WHOLE

BOOM! Just topped us both, and topped off my glass. At least yours is half full and not half empty. Convenience!

Get it yet Fido?
Killed another one of your friends, right before your blind eyes. Can you do anything but sit, and roll over?

I never looked at poetry as something you win, but it looks like i am in the lead. Do you really have a muse? She is an airhead. Sometimes i wonder if you even have a muse. Nice glass you fools live in

i can only do what i can do
what inspiration tells me to
writing it down without thinking it through
i believe that's the way to be true

i can only see what i can see
the burning flame inside of me
letting it pour out and letting it be
i believe that's the way to be free

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless he owns the orchard.

Either way you have to pay to keep the doctor away, or in a bushel basket. A signal from your own mind keeps the doctor away. That's free though...and we don't want nothing free! Not even our neighbor! Not even our dom. Or is it dum? No handouts buddy! Until we figure out a way to tax your mind, no handouts.

Get it yet Waldo?

Medical Industry - You Work For Us, and YOU Pay Yourself By Paying Us To Make You Think You're Not Doing The Labor. If this isn't true, we have a pill for you. We know having no pill is hard to swallow. AMA

He fights for the freedom of us all
even though many would love to see him stall
his name is written on every wall
but you never call him until you fall

when you call him, he's right there
with his promise to always do what's fair
when he's gone you won't care
until it's time for another prayer

like a fool, he comes running again
right there to cleanse you of every sin
but after you get your new skin
once again, you kick him in the shin

do you not have any thoughts or ideas?
besides how to stop someone else
besides the constant gripes and *******?

after all, i just met you playing billiards
you asked me how i made the cue ball do all that crazy stuff
that's what started this conversation

and now you say you're done conversatin'
it's conversing...ah...nevermind

sorry that i didn't want to discuss politics
or ****
or jesus
or your neighbor's wife
or ford trucks
or hunting
it's not that i think i am better than you
it's just that i have a different outlook now
think new, and discuss new things
not material
new things

after all, i just met you playing billiards
you asked me how i made the cue ball do all that crazy stuff

it's called english
how i made the cue ball do all that crazy stuff
it's called english...ah...nevermind

A new system is what we must *****
***** what we feel is correct
correct me if i neglect
neglect got us into this wreck
wreck everything to protect
protect us from what they select
select a new way to project
project the future and perfect
perfect lives we could expect
expect to let our decisions reflect
reflect on who we elect
elect a new way

it's hard to swallow, hard to chew
lies are a repeat of sweetness
spitting out what is un-true
I choose to always repeat this

it's hard to refrain from crying
wounded by chains of slavery
sugar coated dreams are dying
the salt of my tears is savory

We can only know what we want to know
hear what we want to hear
most don't want to show their pain or their fear

we can only say what we want to say
see what we want to see
most don't want to pay a backlashing fee

we can only show what we want to show
make it all disappear
most don't want to know what we see and hear