No sleep
Always thirsty
Left with poison drink to quench him.

Left scars
      Of all kinds
In and out his body.

I planned a ******,
And everyone is watching.

I found a man all alone
No marks upon his wrist
No constant chimes; un-alert
Silence found in empty pockets.

No peace,
Flooded by noise
Even just to sell him something

Dull the mind
Familiar scenes
Destroy that urge to be somebody

I planned a ******,
And everyone is watching.

I weighed him down
With guilt and secrets
Made him work to earn his prison.
Swapped his foods with garbage
Now he's weak, and always eating.

No trust
Always anxious
Heart racing through finite beats

I hid behind that boy's eyes
And prayed he'd never seek me.

I planned a ******
And everyone is watching

Your mind.
Your still mind.

Producing words to fill the void,
Consumes my mind with static.

Your bonds,
Commited to your indecisions
Until they crash,
And I make a face that best
Portrays that I might too
Find that you yourself construed
An oddly placed pitfall
Just as unexpectedly tragic.

I can answer your questions
With sincere like gestures
To fulfill your gaps with validation.

Give your misconstrued attempts
An empathic meaning.
A destiny, a reason
To find false comfort
Within a failsafe explanation.
A modern day depiction
As Adam and eve,
Could only survive in
Modern day creation.

You can rest assured
That in this moment you are living;
Count on me to analyze
Finding holes in others' lies
As if clear vision stripped a man's rights,
And I myself have made a victim
Of a man wrapped, and strangled
In his own less estranged,
More confident decisions.

If a tree falls in the woods
And no one is around to hear this,
Are we not bound by logic sake
To eat the lies
If all our closest friends,
Those hurt most by the truth
Would abandon us
if only not to hear them.
        
I rest my ears and count my words.
If one day I am recited,
I can only hope the words recalled
Are by those the world
Could not so easily frighten.

I'm a writer of childish whims.
To think a man could see his sins,
These freedoms from a man-made prison
As more than feat of retribution.

The walls you place over
Your mind.

Your still mind.

Justifying your own means
Always leads where one begins.
To meet expectation of attempts
And forever loosen ends.

For when free will can flourish
Converging where discussion ends.
When dreams are traded in for rest
A cursed name is made of 'Friend'.

You find that honesty alone
Is exclusive to eternal youth
Where time's not spent on others' words
But finding the Truth in You.

She shopped by window fronts,
Praying desperate for perfection.
Became the prey! fell short of wants..
Her sins born of his decisions.

Sinister, his thoughts astray
Seeks repentance; she seeks intent
Mind wanders left from what was     right.
She'd forged forgivable admissions.

Silence.

Silence.             It's not your fault.

In silence we catch our breath.

In silence we find the music...

Silence!

In silence we forget.

How soon we toss aside our words and pass through volumes of lyrics, if only to be freed.

Where a bottle once half empty
Rested solely to drown the tainted past
              in filtered whiskey.
From the knots of his indiscretions,
She is bound to fill the space with memory.

They have lived some bad, to worse times,
Indiscretions twice worth mentioning.
She's earned the night from dying days,
Silence for the lucky two-
              Lost
                   In lust
                         And listening.

I feel a chapter has come to an end...

Of distractions;

of attracting disaster.

I can't seem to grasp a single thought
Long enough to hold it to the light.

All the lines I've crossed feel two steps back.

All the miles burned grow quiet.

No more distractions outside of purpose
No pre-packaged mindsets;
        perspectives for purchase.

I can't help but think of all forgone
To appear as more than a statistic.
Capture still that I have gained
Ill faith is what I am left with

Honesty remains a brutal burden
To test what life can be like
When we pull back the curtains.

And I can't seem to grasp a single thought
Long enough to build a sense of right.

For empathy they proclaimed i lacked

And from outside their lives,
I would be left a fool denying.

A funeral calls for no weather
To chase means without ends
Is to ****** a dreamer.

I must surely let this pride in me die!
Fore Even in the eye of the beholders
No one takes count in the storms
that we've weathered.

She said...

"I cannot be good for you...
Your future is bright!"
But, Trading ends for means
doesn't sound like a life.

A meaning...

I'll wake with the sun
Crush the silence with worn playlists
Grasp an old toothbrush
Crush the bristles with beer breath.

Unqualified for whims and throws!
I can give education more meaning
But to draw on such loans
Is to live shackeled in new chains.

To face my blood!
Is to call the past home
They say misery loves company
... I can find that alone.

Even writing has become
For all purposes a need
Tho' I long for a day
I create as I breathe.

I promise...

Love is guiltless
Just victims remain
Only in this rest
Can our egos be slain.

A funeral calls for no weather
Wether faces draw near
Contemplating
Proclaiming "He deserved better! ...

At the very least,

Didn't he deserved her here?

"We're the only loners here."
A surety, once he inquired.
"You're wrong, though they may not of come...
we are the survivors"

Wisdom within consistency
Word outside of scripture.
Leasing still though blasphemous
Count it. File. Date the picture.

The benefits of not believing
in more than human will
is strength in resolve
for lack of option
Pushing on: no cutting deals.
Imagined dates cut off.
A story to be sealed.

A place to rest, a bench downtown.
Hope discovered in a beggar.
As I give that which means little,
I wonder who has more business here.

As the smiles fade, the invites cease.
Glimpses pass pressed judgement.

The decision becomes clearer.
in this life I've sought a bang,
fore my pain is but a whisper.