(You made this monster)

invented by provided feelings of reverence
forced to difference without relevance
with resemblance to hands of elegance
evident difference, deliberate severance

(it is so hard to ****)

envious enemies with torches of treacherous
eloquence lost when pestilence is generous
serpent like in genesis, tenaciously venomous
fighting the exodus against shields of credulous

(and the tower burns)

ignited by chemicals of nominal assessment
tower of suggestion is now infested
where questions and statements are incessant
born by resentment, this basement investment

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i walk the streets with arms outstretched
never meeting touching grace
i haven't met a decent monster yet
the greenest monstrosity in this place

we are all only pieces left
stitched organs, sewn parts
a dug up heart in my chest
could come alive with some sparks

i haunt these streets of broken dreams
another life to survive
i'm just a being, beyond their screams
it lives, it's alive

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the shack, not a present to be found, because dad was on crack. ***** socks in the corner, nasty stench on the air, with hopes that the dope man would soon be there.

The children were all rolling in their old beds, because of bedbugs chewing on their heads. And mama with her syringe, and daddy smoking crack. They were too strung out to lay down for a nap.

When out in the street there rose such a clatter. Dad sprung to his feet to see what was the matter. When away from the window he flew in a flash. "*******! They're after my stash!"

Do you see it yet?
the you inside of me?
or have you seen it all along?
Making you want to destroy me, and leave you

I saw it so long ago
the me inside of you
he was the reason we didn't get along
Making me want to destroy myself, and leave you

You destroyed yourself though
leaving me all alone
now i feel like half of a person
Thank you for making the sacrifice, and bless you

I feel like a heel
knowing now, that the other half of me is out there
in a parallel world, with a parallel mind
Walking by myself, looking for you

just so i can find me

Anger builds, like a fire
Neglected flames only grow higher
In the heart, the intention burns
Making smoke with dark concerns
Undulating through and through
Scorching only, the inside of you

i'm not lonely, no touch wanted
all i need is some time alone
seeing solely, new day dawning
all i need is a path of my own

i'm not hungry, no money on me
all i need is a glass of wine
always running, new day wanting
all i need is to pass the time

i'm not crazy, no ground is shaky
all i need is some muddy loam
someday maybe, i will find safety
all i need is another home

i am getting close to hopeless
my emotions are out of focus
soaking in the frozen coldness
poison potion, no open closeness

no hand to hold or chosen motions
coping with a social corrosion
broken soul of eroded notions
lowly tows of imploding oceans

he sits all alone
in a smoky dusty bar
in a twilight zone of his own
he counts the neon stars

he isn't anywhere
and he isn't going anywhere

he sits by himself
as another day passes
like the bottles on the shelf
and the empty glasses

In a fortress of bricks and mortar
he doesn't know what he's living for
the inside walls become distorted
a world of madness behind the door

hiding from the sounds of people
his heart still bleeds like an open sore
stairs going down, are the steepest
and he isn't going down no more

we were taught that dying doesn't hurt
from the day of our birth

a pack of 100 for a buck

a little boy, in a camo shirt
all of those soldiers were out of luck

i have nothing left except my breath
a sunset means another night to obsess
we are all only vessels in distress
sending out our best S.O.S

i ask "in death can i progress"?
can the dead truly be heavenly blessed?
will i pass the test without regrets?
or is this as good as it ever gets?

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"

I feel like an astronaut in a spacesuit
will i ever even suit space?
i find myself looking for a base root
will i ever find the root base?

i see it all on a widescreen
i see tragedy and torment screen wide
i can tell you it makes my ride mean
**** it's such a mean ride

seems like hatred is widespread
even with my arms spread wide
i find it so hard to hide dread
i just can't make my dread hide

we go higher than a plane
and further than a car
is it not good enough
to enjoy beauty from afar?

we are the aliens

(we are propelled to take chances
with trajectory toward illumination
lifting off into oblivion
to our new space station)

we build rocket ships
to keep us up to par
is it not good enough
to only wish upon a star?

we are the aliens

filling my mind with thoughts so hypnotic
tying knots with a gloss of polished melodic
topics from the pockets of the soft symbolic
optics that cross my eyes and let my mind frolic

We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
summer will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in

she was only ten years old
when he made the video tape
the film shows a horrid crime unfold
that little girl was *****

(the story that remains untold
a past she can never escape
available for an easy download
fuel for a pervert's sake)

they have their way with her over and over

******* eyes watch with bad intent
she is a victim again and again
every time that file is sent
she is ***** by other men

she was only ten years old
when he made the video tape
the film shows a horrid crime unfold
that little girl was *****

the story that remains untold
a past she can never escape
available for an easy download
fuel for a pervert's sake


they have their way with her over and over


******* eyes watch with bad intent
she is a victim again and again
every time that file is sent
she is ***** by other men

one more sip and i'm hitting the road
life is just a walk in the park, or so i'm told
passing strangers who have a hand to hold
man, this park is getting old

the world is so backward
being forward puts you behind
looking upward, toward the heavens
hoping to find an outward shine

It's apples and oranges. They are both fruit, and variety is the salt of the earth. We love dividing people like fruit though. We are rotten. At least fruit ferments. We decay

You are the apple of my eye. I will watch you rot, then i will throw the core away. What do I need seeds for? A bad apple in my eye now. *******

Orange you gonna hit like? I accept good apples too.

Down on Baltic street
the price of living is high
where the bricks meet the concrete
and chimneys meet the sky

down on Baltic street
the value of life is low
where winning meets defeat
only the defeated know

down on Baltic street
the price of living is high
where dreams and passions fleet
someone is going to die

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.

i felt so safe, sleeping by the bear cave
and the honey he brought me kept me warm
the morning dew glistened while he danced for me
while i ate the honey

funny bear
you make my heart melt

last winter seemed like it lasted forever
and the frost froze off my toes
he carried me in some spring water, and cloves
i kissed him on his big old nose

i felt so good, laying there and dying
the comfort he gave me was irreplaceable

then i heard the hounds

he buried me in some cedar and pine needles
i could hear him climbing the big oak tree

the baying of the hounds must have lasted a hundred years
and i was still alive
so was he

then you came
you took out a pellet rifle
you started shooting my friend
you started shooting my friend

the excitement of the hounds grew
the hair on their backs stood on end
so did mine
so did his

why did you shoot my friend with that air rifle?
why did you shoot my friend 23 times?

i was laying there listening when he fell
when the dogs jumped on him, at your command
i listened while your dogs tore my friend to shreds
my friend didn't even make a sound

he was a good bear
such a good bear

he didn't bother anyone, and would have given the hide off his back
but you killed my friend and took his hide off his back

you killed my friend
you killed my friend!

you let your dogs tear him apart

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i can still see you dancing
funny bear

you saved me from freezing last winter
my toes even grew back!

thank you, my friend
your warmth and love has kept me alive
the things you taught me will help me forever

will you please dance with me?

because he is a successful man
because he wears a suit and tie
everybody, let's rally around
we should listen to that guy
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because he lives in a cardboard box
because he just wants to die
everybody, let's look away
we should ignore that guy

the bar is closing, but she is opening
she is as soft as the night
when she removes all of her clothing
underneath the dim alley light

before I know I love you
I have to see you at your worst
love can be a blessing
it can also be a curse

before I know I love you
I have to see you at your best
I can't see the blessing
until I'm truly blessed

being a poet, i live through the words
i transplant emotions i've found
no matter how they think it's absurd
these words keep pouring down

being a human, i'm cursed with these thoughts
what else am i to do?
i write them down to untie the knots
just trying to think it through

being a poet, that's for the birds
i try to sing to the clouds
i set my pain free through my words
the words i can't say out loud

not only do i have to face it
i also have to shed it
once it's done, i can't erase it
even if they don't get it

not only do i have to think it
i also have to push it
being a poet isn't a blessing
it's a curse, it's a bunch of *******

not only do i have to write it
i also have to read it
once i read, i get what i need
even if i don't need it

not only do i have a trigger
i also have to pull it
being a poet isn't a blessing
it's a curse, it's a bunch of *******

I know that my type of sarcasm is of the same nature that got Socrates that big glass full of poison hemlock juice, but didn't he also know what it might get him? Maybe he gulped it down happily for a reason.

I truly am sorry if I have ever hurt anyone's feelings. Feelings do heal though, but I fear this modern world never will.
I just feel a need to try in any way I can, not for fame or money, but for the future. Fame and money mean nothing without future.

Do you love the thought of the future, or hate It? What is love and hate?

Do you get it yet?

Thank you for what i am receiving
receiving me with open arms
arms that have loved before
before they were pushed away
away we go into another place
place your heart into my hands
hands that long for you
you will love again i am certain
certain things are for sharing
sharing time with you feels good
good feelings i feel right now
now i feel like i have a plan
plan to spend your life smiling
smiling is the way to be
be ready

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

so tired of walking this desert
of barren land and the driest hope
i am parched. beyond belief
i don't know if i can cope

my mind exists in an arid region
where the sand blows over my screams
i am buried beyond living
beyond life, beyond dreams

Defrost the cost of borders being crossed, the cross get tossed in the land of the lost, who's the boss and who's lost in the sauce, at a loss, up and down and across -- what do you choose, whose clues do you use, do you cruise beneath the news views, you choose to confuse as you choose, you choose to confuse, so you lose -- what's the name of this game the same claim to fame, the flame turns to shame and you disclaim the lame, became the blame to proclaim that came -- new turn to burn the urn of ill concern, too late to stir the churn of no return, you earn what you learn the spurn comes so stern -- you must leap to keep off the heap, don't keep sheep that you won't reap, don't sleep or weep it's steep but it's deep -- don't let the rain dampen your gain, the strain of pain can drive you insane, you catch the train to break the chain, to stake a claim, and make it to the plane, maintain  a frame in the main lane, clean up the stain left to remain

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

Please keep yourself safe from the bird flu. Do not drink out of bird baths and do not drink after your parrot. Your parrot may have a late night friend, that you don't know about.

Check around your house for bird feathers. They might be sneaking in through a window.

There is also bat flu and pig flew.

Stay Safe!

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

i take them in my hands and throw them in the air
it's up to me to set them free without a care
all i ask is that i am never heard wrong
trying to turn these words into a birdsong

sing a song that is understood
sing a song that is due
sing a song of enchantment
sing a song that is new

the letters turn to feathers and they fly away
it's up to you to hear what they say
all i ask, is that i never use the wrong words
trying to turn these letters into songbirds

bitter winds blow across this land
you can taste it on your tongue
bitter ends show costs we don't plan
hard to face it for the young

swollen hearts beat inside a dream
you can feel it in your chest
holding parts sweeter than it seems
hard to heal it at our best

bitter winds are cursing the air
you can hear it in the breeze
litter wins when it versus the care
hard to bear the times like these

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

Everyone is a great actor
musicians are blessed

I used to keep my heart on my sleeve
so naive and easily deceived
any lie told to me, I would believe
my mind fought what my heart perceived

trying to find all of the right signs
I hid my heart and tried my mind
then within those dark confines
I've come to find that my heart was blind

even though you've had enough
even though you are fed up
keep your dreams in sight
always keep your head up

when we feel the weakest
then we sing the blind song
we must reach the deepest
we must keep our minds strong

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 feel like a MIST
MISSED by the gently kissed
not seen by the loving EYE
I blow away and i drift

it's hard to find PEACE
PIECE by piece, I fall apart
I SOAR to release
every SORE on my heart

I SEE the SEA
there's comfort in my fall
as I SINK in SYNC
I am a part of it all