Around the time that I was six
I took interest in ghosts
I chose then that they exist
Wanting to be what I called
A "Mummiologist"

Fascination of beautiful creations
Golden and blue
Mythological creatures who
Weigh your heart to the feather of truth

Pyramids that touch the sky
Drawings of peculiar eyes
Without the sense of time
They were here just yesterday to I
All the things they left for me to find...

Into the tunnel
And out of the world
Fast we shall travel
To a fitting techno beat

Once you feel
The inner workings of your mind
You fall in fear
Of the racing thoughts inside

Focus on the things around
A sight
Or maybe a sound
Hear your thoughts grow loud

That is where the beauty of racing thoughts is found

At least for me anyhow.

It seems as though
The brush i had
Has now grown thin
The brush lies within
My very skin
The skin that i'm in
Behind my thick skull
That **** brush is dull
Covered in black and gray
What a gloomy dreary haze
It is just another phase
A rock under my flow
As i'm water
Over the waterfall watch me go
Into the basin i am home
Or at least part of a biodome

What is real anyway

Moonlight shadows
Scattered in the dark
If it wasnt for work
I would be down in the park

What goes around
Comes around

Know this
Whenever you hit the ground

Know this
When you make another frown

Know this
When you help someone who's down

Know this
And be a funny clown

When someone else laughs
So do you

You know it is true!

Spend some time
To help someone out of the blue

As fast as one runs from death
As fast as a car drives
As fast as a bullet flies
As fast as the earth does move
My racing mind just as fast too

Maybe peace left me
Or i left it
At some point yesterday

I found it today
Hidden in some hard work

I've put it back together
I've put it in my pocket
With my phone my keys my wallet
There's where i wont lose it

When asked where I'll be in five years no vision appears
The little machine that makes dreams has lost its power
I'd like to rest some centuries but I've only got six hours

Steady work
Steady pace
Steady income
Steady face

Yet
I'd give it all away
To be with a friend
Helping each other
To a higher place

Where we were last night
I don't remember
All I know is that we had to go

Wherever we went
We didn't drive
I held your bag of rocks
The entire time

All these words i write are my camera
Always livin in the moment
And if i stop to take a picture
I might not feel a feel of feeling
For a second id stop breathing
Pull the trigger the camera sees
All the things that i missed
Because i saw it behind a lense
But when its done and over
The moments lost and theres nothing to do
I can relive those feelings
Feel it while im breathing
And ill breathe out a song
About the moment i was livin
All these words are my camera
Do you feel my feelings

The disconnection
Feeling of unfeeling
Somehow puts things right
Puts my mind at ease to write

Slowly I realize
Meanings behind lies

Symbols
How they relate

Monsters
Are part of one's fate

Take for example

Medusa
A woman who dares not
To be beautiful
And any man
Caught staring
Gets caught
And then is stone

A vampire
Devious and cruel
Wanting only physics
Blood and lust
And vanity

Zombie
The most interesting
A body turned
Against its will
Into something
To turn others

Countless examples
Of a story

Viewed another way

I need your eyes
Help me see

I need your ears
Let me hear

I see in you
Not one fear

Lend me your mouth
I don't speak often

Lend me your skin
Mine so void of comfort

Tug my strings
Help me move

Just don't let go
Ill fall tangled

Ill wait on the cold hard ground
Hoping a new puppeteer come around

And there ill wait
And ill wait, wait

Too much time shall pass
Too much string with too much slack

One day i may open my eyes
Without another willing it so

But Ill close them once again
Sleep awhile, have some dreams

Dreams of freedom
And of places far

Nowhere near
This cold hard floor

When i awake
My eyes will open

Ill feel something
Something new

My legs theyll work
Without a string

I could move
I could squirm

Tightening the web of tangled string
Constricting me to this awful place

And so again
My eyes will shut

Forever bound
To this awful rut

Ill dream again
Of things bazaar

And places
Way too far

"The dream is a better place to stay
There i can move, i can play!"

In my dream
To myself i would say

But every dream has its end
And i have to come to life again

So my eyes would open
My legs would move

Knowing not
What i should do

But i could feel my hands
And move them too

With them i feel the string
And the prison its been

Id tug so hard
As others would do

Hoping it would help me move
Away from this place, somewhere new

And once i would tug too hard
The string from me had broke

I knew then what power i hold
And had an idea bold

Id gather my strength
And gather the strings

One by one
Pulling them from me

Eventually i could stand
And finally

I was free

The distance from an epicenter
In such a way we can measure

Two thousand fourteen
Only distance percieved

All this and all around
one layer to surround

All the layers are all from one
Every piece and all the suns

Once exploded
Ever reloaded

To travel to another day
Carry on in the same old way

But to another layer
Is for a real player

Why is it that i cannot see
It is obviously the choice of me
I need to push forward
And let come what will be
But i simply cannot see
My heads to the ground
As i wear such a frown
But i not need
I not need a frown to bind me
I need only me
And positivity

Time
Is not
A line

Time
Is the vessel
For this rhyme

Time
Is the plane
To hold you and I

Time
The stitch between
Energy and the mind

Caught
Gazing deep
Into the eyes

The awful sound
Of certain death
Of no left time

Hissing and swaying
With wild eyes
How am I still alive

Snakes fall from her head
As well the feeling of dread
Growing ever colder

Alone
I am stone

I feel good,
Tonight.
And i think tomorrow,
I'll be alright.
So long as temptation,
Doesn't blind my sight.

I think about you often.
I wish I were with you now.

I was with you last night,
But you weren't with me.
That's how it seems.
When I see you in my dreams.

Waking to the world,
to see it in embrace,
with the holy one,
that holy sun.

And outward i reach,
with hands and feet,
to welcome the world,
embraced be my beat.

I wish I could talk
Be who I want to be
It is just not easy
With a judgemental family

How easily
Creativity flows

How slowly
Work goes

What are these shoes
Covering my toes

I don't write here often
Anymore
But I felt a need to spread the seed
To say that
You're not the only one
Who's trying
To find peace

Do me a favour
Do a good deed
And never bleed
For something you don't need

Burning
Lighting
And warming
The endless
Beautiful
Qualities
Of the sun

Contracting
Condensing
Erupting
Exploding
And
Consuming

Or
­
Contracting
Condensing
Burning brighter
As it dies

Earth
Perceiving
Breathing
Living

It has yet
To be
determined

White dwarf,
Or black hole?

Which way,
Will humanity flow?

The look of the face
Of a man I want to end

Let your energy ascend

Yelling at your wife
Questioning my ability
Not one gentle bone
Lies behind your whithered skin

You're a fool
To be so bitter

I await the day you leave

What a time
To be alive
So frightened
Often am I

So big but surely shrinking
This world is for the thinking

What is it here thats left
We taken so much
Some kind of nature theft

Im no perfect man
I take so much too
But in the stars i see the truth

They're so bright and bold and big
What difference does it make to be a pig

To be alive and to see whats real
And to be capable of the feels

A human soul's just like the rest
Hidden in a bag of flesh
Always moving toward their quest
Until there's no flesh left

To be a pig and to take
Without returning surelys a mistake
But it takes alot for one to grow

So let the world you take
Grab a hold a of you and shape
A human bag of flesh
Thats a little brighter than the rest

Eventually your days will end
Hopefully then youll ascend

Move for the sun then please
We need more light to bring about peace

Just remember
Its important to grow
But once youve grown
Its time to let go

But then i remember
A being
an orange being
With a motor so loud
and love that soars
through even the darkest cloud
Furry and warm
earth born
I'm most certainly
writing
about a cat

shes gone
gone again
i feel
that our feelings
had their feet first
out the door

Breathing is hard enough
Without this sickness
Holding me down

A quiet room
is an easy place
for the mind
to loudly race

Every day
Is a step further
From being anything
But awesome

Coffee
A wonderful thing
Slowly sipping

Bitter
It falls across my palette
As mood rises

Love
No other surprises
So perfectly brown

So smoothly
It goes down

Drowning

Frowns

Coffee
A cup of pure glee
A silent calm scream
I need energy
But it is best enjoyed free

It is less of a hum
And more of an 'oh!'
When meditation
Teaches flow

Why oh why
The need to say a man has died
To say he did it for us
And he did it for love
Then why must you hate
No man is free
No man is safe
From humanity
Be what we are
We are what we convey
If we choose to pray
Or nay
We need not god
We need not drugs
What we need
Is love

Maybe if I had a time machine
I could find a moment where I was truly happy
And live it
Over and over again

I burn
Like a cigarette
Slow
And smooth

The strangest thing
Happened just now

I saw a man
In the mirror

And when i washed my face
I looked again

Expecting to see someone different

No desire

Pure expectation

Fluidity
Strange
Fluidity

I hear ringing in my ears
Louder
Than ever before

Something outstanding
Is in store

In my next poem
I'll tell you more

Restless

The need
To go to sleep
Tossing upon
The fur of sheep
Over the fence
They will not leap

I dare not sleep
For the light of day
My head does not keep

I admit
I am lost
Just a bit

I will find my way
Some sunny day

So suddenly
It was no longer
No longer about me
None of my personal griefs
None of my self pity
Not about thee
It was about he
Or she
Whom lay so selflessly
There
For me to see

A bird lay
In the lawn
MY lawn
Nearing to be gone
For it would have never seen dawn
As the cats play
And look for prey
I would not let it be gone to they
It is times like this
That make a godless man
Wish to pray

"Maybe this world just isn't right for me."
I say as I think that could never be
"Maybe if I cut this silver chord,
No no... I'd just find myself,
In another place,
Just as bored."

"Maybe I'd be just a bit less lonely,
Maybe I could finally focus,
And do what the others do and make money,
But I doubt that will ever sound fun to me."

"Maybe then I could be an artist,
But then again why can I not tomorrow."
Sometimes it seems I'm destined for sorrow.

It wasnt so clear
until just then

when upon her eyes
i looked within

i dreamt of eyes
A long lost friend
but what suprises
me the most
Is that i remember
just what color
they were back then

It is not easy
To express
The way I see
Happiness

Heat
A property of matter
And its absence
Can make things easily shatter

Light
Waves and reflections
Without it
Dark is to be mentioned

Sorrow
Through my veins
Rotting and rusting
My wonderful brain

Sorrow
And the lack thereof
Turns my head
To smile at the sun

Music
When you're feeling blue
Music
When you need something new
Music
When inspiration strikes you
Music
When time sticks like glue
Music
When you're not amused
Music
What would i do without you

Points
they poke
They ****
they hurt

Slipping through the skin
reaching red withing

Pyramids flow
To the tip that glow

Pointy
its introduced

Its ideals
are obtuse

They have
a mental use