I'm ready to let Mother
Turn my toes to roots
And mend me back into the soil

My arms reaching for the warmth
And healing from the sun
To help me grow

I'll wait for the rain
To pour down on me
And wash all I do not need away

Tick...tock...tick...tock
Am I afraid
Of course I am
Back and forth
The pendulum swings both ways
Expertly filleting the youth from my flesh
Shredding my lightbrowns
And replacing it with a nice
Even spread of pepper
While gently etching creases
Into my face
Timeously chopping into my bones
As the belly fat weighs me down
Then suddenly hitting the back
So picking up the heavy's a big no.no
And finally slicing into the mind
Where confusion strikes
And the car keys is missing....again
Sorry have to go now
My next birthday party's comming up

Picture yourself:
confident threads,
in a mix fabric shirt.
You're in a relationship,
and it's full of love.
Till one day,
it's skewed.
The love is there by title,
but the actions have fled.
Hands cupping a Samsung,
rather than your hand.
Their mind fixed to any and everything,
but a conversation with you.
Spend the whole day together,
with but a few, short replies.
Keep telling yourself,
it will improve.
In the blue light haze,
sitting right next to the love of your life,
feeling lonelier than ever.
Unable to express it,
for fear of retaliation.
So you sit there,
noting the confidence count
on the clothes you're wearing
isn't high enough for this.
So you stay silent,
wondering what's so captivating,
in the blue light.

An imaginary friend
A deserter who leaves your mind
Veiled under a shroud of deception
A cunning persuasive demeanor
Who offers you tangible elusions
Of unattainable assets
A degradation of humanity
Spitting out profanity as if desired
Relentless in its persuet to addict
Subtly tightening the noose around its victims neck
Leaving hollowed eyes behind who unwittingly
Follow on until completely blind

philosopher
poet  necromancer
I be

always something
on my mind
rest

is something I get
passing out
the best of me

is left in my dreams

I want my love for myself
To overflow
And I want my overflow of love
To seep over onto you
But for now
My cup is empty
And maybe you can sense
That I have nothing to offer you