On the roadside
I sit on the edge
Of a flat spare tire

All the cars fly by
Like Stallions
Toward their checkered flags

I stare into the dust
From where I was made from

And I beg for the return

Then flashing lights
Issue me a ticket

Their help is a threat
Telling me to get my car off the road

They returned to their box of donuts
While i remained in the cold

There was no one I could call
Or funds to be drawn

Just a blurry stare
At the end of the road

Stopping by my heart
You said a few words
That beat when it pumped

It momentarily stopped
From the shock of your response

You wished it broken

Instead of CPR
You ripped it apart
While it was open

What did you want
When you stabbed it in the gut
After you'd spoken

Murmurs of innocent
You stopped by the disintegrate
To hear it thumping

It felt the attack
Arrested in cardiac
Now it never wants you to visit

We dig into the magic hat
Stirring rabbits and facts
Right before your eyes
We act
Like the show is great
But in the back
There is tears
Behind the laughs
& We wave the wand of the past
Over words cast
In smokey dust of drafts
Glitter and the audience
A whimsical appearance
Of a magician and the flaws perfect
Illusions trap
The mind into a bars can't
But his assistant is cut in half
We gasp
but the girl still walks
After curtains collapsed
We all applaud and clap
So amazed the impossible
Is possible if you could fool
The world into thinking it has

I took a picture of you last year

Us

Playing in the snow
And I noticed a smile in one of them

It was under the laughter we created
Building a snowman

We were laughing at his buttons
And carrot nose we brought to clothe him

I haven't seen you smile like that once
This year

Because this year was the worst
We've ever known here
Or anywhere

And when you came home
And unpacked your semi automatic weapon
You threw your bullet proof vest on my desk
And said they deserved it

The news shape shifted into the narratives
They selected

And there was a war against guns

Because your crime had nothing to do
With your mental illness
Or the reality you came to
When you thought about shooting everyone

That poor gun needed some medications
So it could've controlled the retaliations
And learned how to be a much better one
With its choices

Her lips were the dagger
That ripped through the stagger
Of my bleeding heart

When she dug them deep
Inbetween the beats
I could feel the pain
Pierce through me sharp

And in her voice
I heard the choice
To swing her sword
And cut me down once more

Grasping at the last piece left
She wanted to take her daggers
And stab the last bit

Her lips were a dagger
And she was the baddest habit
That everyone wanted to have it

When she kissed me I was on another planet
And after that I kissed her back
And stabbed her with something a little bit shorter

We were like jack rabits multiplying
Our ****** attractants
With satisfactions vibrating
At the rate of *******

I kissed her lips and she stabbed them
With the passion of never giving them back
By sticking daggers in em'

When I see your face
I'm in a daze

A trance
You make

Me feel like I'm
In a different state
Of mind

Your the kind
The one
I'd like to mate

I don't need a date
Just looking at your face
I already know I want a taste

Because when I see your face
I can't get it out of my mind for days
I'm that fat kid
Begging for some cake

When I look into your eyes
I see the starlight
And my heart aches

I want you to be my love
Because I'm tired of
The heart break

When I see your face
I just want to love
Make

Me feel like we are
Amore

When I see your lips
I want to kiss
And slide my hands
Down your hips

When I see your face
I appreciate the gaze
And I wish I could hold you by the waist

And pull you closer
So you could feel the bulk
Of my praise

When I see your face
All I want to do
Is love

Because your face is the bait
And I'm hooked

What do you believe in
Said a man
As he pondered his thoughts with crayons

Coloring like a kid
The pages of what he cannot understand

He said he believed in nothing
That this world came from man
And the history of evidence
Wasn't enough for him

Every one believes in something
Who created our hands
Father and Mother
From who created them

It's not rocket science
Reproduction since when
For who created the big bang
And who colored them

What do you believe in
Said a man
Drowing in his denial
In the quickest of sand

The battle in his head
The answer in his land
He refuses to believe the Truth
That born the plan

A man said
You believe in
Where you stand

For it is the foundation
Of where you'll end

She wrote in red letters
Perhaps it was better
Than what she spoke
Everthing I read
Was a whole lot better
Than the lilies
That never toil or spell
Consider the birds of the air
They never reap or sow
She wrote in red letters
Because the effort to talk
Was too burdensome for her mouth
She spilt a bucket of honey
And kept walking
For it was nothing of else
Anger for what thing
Should her blood boil
For a loss of some wealth
She wrote in red letters
While her tongue tied knots
But I heard verily what was said
When I read her books
That were pulled from the shelf

I was staring into space

Lethargic
Distant
Far away

Thinking about everything
At once
I remember the first day
That was

Prematurely
I climbed out of the womb
I asked the doc
What am I here for"

"He said you were born

But I have to cut my own
umbilical cord

Praise the Lord

               I think
But sometimes I'm not sure

I was staring into space
Thinking about it all
And after I said grace
I bawled

Because life was hard
I thought it was a gift

But
Oh my God

The pain
The misery
The same repeated history

Sinners
Full of everything
The world furnishes

Our mother earth is bleeding
And we can't apply the tourniquet

Stress and needing
Are your only feelings

I was born
  But ****!

I kinda wish I wasn't

I was staring into space
Thinking about maybe I should go home
Because I'm too far away

And it could be dangerous
If I wander
Into some unknown place

Without answers

I could get lost for days

I pondered
My existence
And wondered

What am I here for
?Just tears and slumber

Tell me
What did you create

Am I monster

Or a Rockstar
That never
Sang

I became a poet
With poems lame
I was never remembered
But I still came

I was staring into space
And I couldn't get back
Because my spaceship crashed
Inside my brain

My inside died

And I was replaced
With a lie

That said
Everything was going to be ok

It wasn't chocolate
Or the skinny of waist
That melted in my mouth
And left sugar on my taste

Salivating

It wasn't the desire
Or the action taking

It was fate

That left me in candy
And smothered my face

I needed something to blame
On the falling of your dress
And the way your mouth dripped
Color on my lips
In kiss and paste

Gluing your body against my
Wanting to never seperate

It wasn't chocolate
Melting away
Or the skinny of waist
My hands felt
When I ate

I needed something to blame
When you came
And quivered in fate

I knew it wasn't chocolate
But it was cake

Ears for the crowd
Lips for the writer
Rain for the clouds

Purple wears a jacket
And blue dances with the moon
He writes in rainbows
For the gold in a girl

If he could've bought her diamonds
It would've saved him the pain
Liquor for the violins
Numb for the brain

If he could've been a different man
Perhaps she would've stayed

Love for despair
Cowboys for angels
Trotting on mares

There are gardens for a woman
snakes for the scare
Poison for an old man
Decisions for mirrors

Black wears boots
While miracles wear truth
He wrote to her in metaphors
Deciphered in ****

A tree sheds its garments
Fall comes through
Seasons change everything
She was for you

Nothing last forever
Time is for youth
Broken is for the hearts
That thought eternal was true

Tears for an alligator
A crocodile for luggage
Traveling out of town
Looking for another

A forest found a lover
In an ocean of lingerie
Fish were found plenty
At a partys masquerades

Souls are for lovers
Lust is for lemonade
When life gives you lemons
Leaves give you shade

Fruit for the summer
The same as her name
Gone faster then she'd come here
Fools are for blame

Yellow wears a melody
Of blue turning green
New is for the calenders
Beginning of spring

He started a joke
But the joke was on he
Every one was laughing
As you know he was me

I was up last night
Tilting back a glass of whiskey

My thoughts keep pouring
And my eyes drooped with me

Ti
         p
             sy

I emptied the bottle
With countless swallows
To destroy memories


But what I really needed was
Another bottle

The odd shadows
Of a dim neighborhood
Filled with broken windows
And stolen goods

I left my heart on the table
It was gone
But my wallet was still there
I had already emptied it

So i was forced to sell my soul
The devil didn't want it
And my God just ignored

I tried peddling it on the darkened streets
On every corner where they hustle
It wasn't worth much
And I was only asking for a nickel

Behind the shadows
Under the beckoning cloak
I see the the theives wandering
Around the world

They've taken everything from me
But left me my soul
I couldn't pawn its value
Or sell the *****

So i walk this timeline
With nothing else
But a worthless soul
That never sells

Cold stones cobbled
Under barefoots broom
Feet flowed like a river toward the Unknown
In the midst
In the prairie
In the valley
In the shadows
In the ghettos
In the rolling hills
In the meadows
Under our feet
The earth Quaked
Willing then on the walls wrote
Gliphs
         Notes
Hopes
           Scopes
Writs and gnosis
Glowing under nose
Third eyes are open
Closed between the temples souls Heaven hells
They already know what is gold
And diamonds and emeralds
Their meaning encrusted
Embedded in the wealthy chose
Cold stones
Cobbled under barefoots nose
Running like a steam train
Getting outta town
In the tracks of mind
In the backs of time
On the curbs and banks of rewind
Knowledge grows
Into another language and dimension Timed
Hurry up or no
Fast is slow
24 hours 24 minutes 24 seconds
24 tenths of a second
In the streets
In the buildings
In the houses
On the roofs and ceilings
Under our feet
Under our soles
Trampling cobbles
And cold stones
Floating down the river
Driving down the road
In the universe of glitter
My brain flows a crow
Who says old
Is better than you'll ever be told

She smiled at me

Shot laser beams
She dropped her glass slipper
Purposely

She knew I would have to find her
The next day

But she should have dropped her phone number
To make it easier on me

She was a tender Cinderoni
And every time she smiled
It ****** me

I felt high
When I looked into her eyes
For she knows I drown
Everytime I see them

I dream of a little stream
That'll float me away in peace

Yes a lil river
That snakes like a slither
But without its legs to deceive

I ponder a wonder
In a heaven asunder
The world and its wicked ways

I dream of a means
To discard all my being
Whatever this cost
I will pay

I dream of gun powder
Or a voice louder
For a god to hear what I pray

Yes the last hour
Or some divine power
To make this life
Worth the stay

This isn't your style
But your here for a while
Wondering what it looks like
From a different side
Its like an extra pair of eyes
Seeing things in a different light of life
Shine
Words
Rhymes
Signs
Time
This isn't your style or mine
Dropped and cropped into a box
That fits a profile with pixels of dots
Connecting minds thoughts
Choppped
Diced
Cut
Sliced
And propped into an organizational plot
In theory the hypothesis is right and wrong
And each difference to each other ethically aesthetically formed
An axiological worth of value consisting the sum of a mathimatical rigour
Interactionism
Phenomenolgy
Verstehen
Philosophical verses
versus
Dictionaries and thesauruses versions
Of explorers excursions
What are you reading
And are you understanding
The paragraph and sentences of the courses
This isn't your style
I know this
But I hold this
Poetical knife to your throat
With the intent to cut it
Open
Mind
Eyes
Palms
Heart

Ears

LIFE

Losing words
I've lost the few
That followed her

Buried in my books
Under letters and hooks
What could I spell
Correct

You left me hanging off an apostrophe
And out of context

No one could understand
Where my words would gallavant

Losing her
I've lost the words
The few that spoke

All exclamations questioned marked

Now what should I search for
Another alphabet

Somehow I'll figure out
How to arrange a whole new
Language

Rough in draft

I see you huddled in darkness
Hiding away from the world

You've created a space
To crawl into an escape
Cloaked in an imaginary cold

I see you shivering
And shaking
With goose bumps
Gnawing at your soul

I couldn't peel you away
From the shadows
Or lift you from the floor

You were glued to the madness
That took over your control
And I saw you fall into the deepest
Darkest hole

Into that abyss
That consists of a never-ending fall

You tied a rope
Around your throat
With the hope
To end it all

And that was the last time
I saw you
Hanging
At the edge of the world

There has been a change in the environment
surroundings changed
The atmospheric requirements
We used to breathe the desired oxygen
And exahale the carbon dioxide
Elements
There has been a change
And your flesh remains
The excrement
Waste of time and space
Begging for mercy and grace
You have been replaced
From dust back to dust
Lacking any more energy

How could I escape this place
Through the windows
Out the door
Driving a car real fast

How can I escape
The rate of the worlds decline
And my patience to take
What other men have designed
How could I break away
From the bars that incarcerate
The minds right and wrong
Freedom to participate

I feel like I've lost my mind
But it was my mind that lost me
And now I found out          
It cost me more than I could pay

Slow descent
Into the measurement
And what the measure meant
A metaphysical question
Answered in a numerical
One -through ten
On that scale of how much
Do you believe in your creation
And where you came from
To where you are going
When this all ends

We backtrack and note
Where we've been
Snap photos
Collect mementos
That we'll all leave behind to our friends
Which heaven which God
Which devil will you befriend
When you ascend into the inevitable    
Otherside and discard your skin
Where will all of our brethren
Gather and perform good deeds
Or will those deeds be bad instead
As you calculate this all in your head
And ignore the truth you should have read
This is one thing we know for sure that has been
You are accountable for the life you have lived
And you better believe what you achieved
In knowledge will be the make of your bed

So sad

Captured in sullen
Fractured
And crestfallen
Take my hand
You're not alone

Sometimes life
Can make you crawl

So sad

Captured in a moment
Broken
And despondent      
Take these arms
And hold them  
You're not alone

Sometimes life can
Break you down

So sad

Captured and disheartened
Crushed
And beaten
Take my love
Wrap it around you
You're not alone

Sometimes life can
Be too hard

So sad

Captured and disconsolate
Damaged and meloncholy
Take my shoulders
And lean on em'
You're not alone

Sometimes life is
Lachrymose

An Artist
Suffers
the hardest
Work
Pumping colors
Through his
                  And others
Look

At the way he brushes
The rivers brook

The flow of water
In rainbows colored
Gobbledygook

He rides his unicorn
Palet in arm
In a pink suit of velvet
And metaphors

But he suffers the hardest
As the artist of
Ridicule

I am here
The clock says
Day and night
In the same circle
I woke up again
Good morning
Afternoon
Night
It says I'm here
Just like yesterday
The same kind of day
Year after year
The clock keeps repeating
The same chimes
I  hear
With the sunrise
The clock says
I am here
Again

She was ambidextrous
With both hands she kneads
A man's bread Into biscuits
She was delicious
Warm with buttered kisses
But she melted into the prison
Of a maids kitchen
She served him like a slave or a victim
She was his mom without kissing
He was a boy not a husband giving
And this how they're living
Everyday mom serving
Washing and cooking and working
While she died in the hurting
He proved he was better off
With a maid than a girlfriend
And his wife was there only to care for the children
Don't allow love to share a role that involves
Serving without hugging or ****** affection
A women is ambidextrous working both roles With two hands of a mother and mistress
If all men can understand and respect the role of a woman
They can put down their hand
and stop the woes of feminine
By being the strength they depend
To keep continuing to be subservant
And genuine and possibly provide an occasional ******

The aging man
Wipes his face
With clock hands
Another hour
Drips from his face

Every second ticks
And tocks minutes
While the sun and the moon
Revolve space

Each year he withers
And wrinkles form quicker
With every week that collects days

This aging man
Born into skin
Isn't really as old as he is

For when he dies
He'll open his eyes
To the kingdom his God
Promised him

If I could die
Would I be alive
Or gone

If I could live
Would it be like this
Or not

If I could dream
Of a better peace
What would it be

If I could understand God
Could I be a man
Without one

Lost in the highways lights
Driving town to town
Dropping off the pieces of time
That make memories

Sometimes the lights
Get blurry
And the lines fade away
And you forget what highway your on
And which lane
Your supposed to be in





Laughing
Coughing
Drinking wine

Lost in the highways lights
Shining in your eyes
Driving yourself crazy
While swerving into time

You look for the exit
You're supposed to find
And you just keep driving on

For miles

Walking down the street
I see...

On the corners
In the alleyways

Caught in the stare

Maybe I don't see
Anything

The mad dogs glare
Is he ever
What makes him

Happy

Walking down the street
I see...

Nothing

At the parks
Where people are gathering
Slight of handshakes
Magicians create
Audiences

I see...

But I don't tell anybody

Dear Diary
I need something to inspire me
I'm just too plain
And no one knows my name
Or desires it

I haven't any friends
Just my pen
And what ever I write
No one cares

Man

I need something to inspire me
Someone to desire me
Dear diary

Your the only one
That listens to me

But what I need is some inspiration
Something to help my motivation

Because I lack all it takes to be
Successfully making it

Dear Diary
I need something to inspire me
And set me on fire D

I need some inspiration
But i can't find the invitation
Someone must have misplaced it

What's going to drive my thoughts
My heart
My soul
To write down something
Better than this bull

****

Dear diary
Are you tired of me
Begging for inspiration

Like a baby
I'm not patient
For breast milk

I'll cry
Until I *** the ******

Dear Diary
I was hoping something
Would inspire me
I guess I'll be retiring
But it was fun trying here
Anyway

Perhaps
I should try

Inspiring you

Hanging by a thread
Waiting for that break
You know you'll fall
With increased weight

Hanging
By a thread
Looking at the end
As you lose grip
And faith

You fall

But there is no ground
To catch your fate
You keep falling
Into the black hole
Of your mental state

In this fabric of space
Your gravity is pulled
Through the emptiness

Falling without any floor
You wanted more
Than you could take

This is you

And you're nothing
More than a fleshy face
Hanging by a thread
Between life and death
As you draw each breath

And wait

Somewhere in this deep
Your name awaits
To be called by the only one
Who knows what's Great

And as you remain in your number
You fear and wonder
Why you were made

Hanging by a thread
You lose your grip
Over
    and over again

Then it breaks

And there is nothing to reach for
Except the Law

Which takes

Your gravity
Into a super massive black hole
With enormous power
To erase

It is there
Where you'll find true hapiness

Where you cease to exist

From what you were made

Empty
As my glass

Pour me some bourbon
Or a molly of sassafras

Brain my damage

It's already a hammer
Of grab and smash

Empty all my liquid
And take a bath

Douse yourself
In my cerebrospinal fluid

And crush

Work your fingers baby

             Knead my mind

Tie it into the naughty knots
Yours supplies

Empty
Fill me up

Feel me slip into the slide
Of your overflowing cup

      Quench my thirst
With the worst syrup

Allow me to get wasted

Let me take another sip
Cure me with fullness
      Of your lovely lips

Tie me to your tongue
Beat me in your heart

Work those fingers baby
                       I'm a mess

The same old constellations
Hanging in the sky

The same old noose
Beckoning tight

The squeeze
       The night
Flickering twinkles
         Up to my knife

My neck
Slides across the edge
As my breath dies
Spinning upside
In the galaxies head
I see stars kite

But I'm running out of time

      The end
Is nigh
In the blackened sky
Where the constellations
Hang their bright

The same old constellations
Used in navigation
Hang on the noose of life

These celestial bodies hang
As I dangle mine

That fine line of pain
When you feel it burning
And you absorb
The length
The consistency
And eagerness
And you suffer
To no end
It's no longer a fine line
Or a dangling thread
It's going to be torture
On the nerve of nails bed
While the thorns pierce the flesh
Pain pays the toll
All it takes is a little suffering
To remember who is in control
The nerve of pain
To present itself
An electrical battle of circuitry
Burning me out
My lateral femoral cutaneous nerve
Is in a pinch I don't deserve
If only I had a doctor
To help me out
The fine line of pain
And how much it costs
To take it away
When suffering is all i have in the bank

I was rewinding the clock
All those ticks that talked
Trying to turn back time
But the hours climbed
And I ran out of months

Yesterday's laid in cemeteries
With flowers on their memories
But all of sudden today forgot

That for all the tomorrows
There would only be sorrows
For all the yesterday's lost

She was inside a bottle
Of Tanqueray
Mixing in a variety
Of lingerie
I was holding her in my hands
Looking through the glass
I saw her dancing
I couldn't help but stare
At her body in the bubbly
She was so ******
A mixture of gin and tonic
I captured in a bottle