A slow moving bullet
Touches the pale skin
Stretched across my skull

Moving ever slower
As it comes closer
I can feel its pressure

Today
Just touching the skin

Next week
I will feel it within

Until thursday
When it's finally gone

Only to return again

The humid air
And the blue sky
Today
Are my friends

Awakened
Again

Very little sleep
I found

My body feels glued
To the ground

Only because I'm sick
As a hound

Black rooms
In a lack of light
Lined by walls
Of clogged up pipes

Echoes and sound waves
Black water pouring on the gound
A sludge filled man-made cave
With still stench in its airways

It lingers
Like a cloud
Like its proud
But dont worry
I'll come around

Yesterday...

Lost sleep like the hours I lose in a day
Something like thirty or thirty-two
Could've probably multiplied that by two

But what it lead to...

The freshest perspectives I've ever been shown
In the upstairs of the place I call home
Watch my room transform into something unexpected
Trying to hold down the fear of the unknown
Swimming in open water
Like what's under my feet
Sharks are pretty scary like little demons of the sea
How could I not be afraid of the demons
The ones that come from me
Back and forth like a battle
Limit vs. infinity
Closer and closer
Until I shut down and finally go to sleep

I cant think
Of one thing
More beautiful

The metal strings
Taut across
A bridge of wood

I want the sun
always above me

i want to feel
heat

Energy
wrapped around me

With its cease
Space
is what it leaves

Something always
amongst nothing

Nothing
never something

Change of states
energy to matter

Matter to energy
makes a big boom

And the energy
That changed to me

Is no longer free
Stuck in the body

Stuck with time
And occasional rhymes

Often
i find

Senses go blind
and energy

It traverse
the labyrinth

Lost
confused

Free
me

It screams
It sees

But only body can bleed
and worry for what the body need

Until the energy one day
is freed

Then
but not only then

Will i be
happy

But im happy now
not even death brings me down

It is funny
You know
When I write a poem
I go
The body writes itself
Not the title though

Heavy hands
Grasping tight
Paper reflecting
Dull green light

From a distance
Demands be made
Any normal man say
I just want payed

Being no normal man
Hollow green not
in any of my plans

Green of earth
is where i choose to search
im sick of this rich mans work

Black holes
Teach everything

It takes death
To bring about spring

I don't believe in conventional ends, and there may be ruins, but ruins only stand to be seen as a symbol of something that was once grand

The definition
Of the "real world"
Is not for you to decide
It is up to the individual
What he has determined in his mind

Do not look to me
And discriminate for what I see
Happiness is what I let it be

A look to the left
a turn to the right
where, oh where
are the words to write

If only i could tell you
the meaning of my dreams

Only ever consisting of
The wildest, craziest things

Like being atop a roof
of a giant, Giant Eagle building

One that I so easily scaled
I must be good at climbing...

But why?
Maybe i just like the feeling
of being high

Or maybe
Im with the feeling of one
with the sky

Where did you go?
I miss your soul...

Joy is a single moment
A happy hour upon your life
Maybe a few strung together
Viewed from such great heights

Pain starts from one moment
And injury lasts
No matter how high you find yourself
The fall will have the greater impact

Those few moments weaved
Into the fabrics of time
Are only held together by memories
The grips of your mind

The moments you feel
That don't feel good
Leave footprints on your body
They beg not to leave

What a beautiful day

The sun is shining
The birds are chirping

The surface of this beautiful earth is glowing
Radiating with beautiful life

My mind often wanders to the dark side
But it's nights like this i'm glad to be alive

What the hell am I doing
What the hell do I care
I'm just wasting away
In my computer chair

I had a dream
Last night in my sleep
I was with my ancestors
In a place that gave me the creeps

All around me yet intangible
I knew they were there
In the mausoleum
The air smelled of fear

It wasn't a nightmare
I didn't wake up in sweats
But I did have my time
I lived among the dead

What the hell am I doing
What the hell do I care
I'm just wasting away
In my computer chair

My palette is so colorful
The greens the reds the blues
So many wonderful hues
But so often they get tangled
Looped together in endless paths
Leaving a dry, dull, black

Black is whats void of all things
How can this be when theres so much color there
If i just add more
Im sure it will look fair

Then and only then the colors do come back
With a dark, shadowy black
Right now its purple
But still mostly black
This is where my soul is at

No amount of wind,
Noise on the freeway,
Raindrops on my head,
Lights in the houses,
Could change how still this night is.

There's a feeling I find
When I'm low
Or when I'm high
Way deep back I my mind

I feel energies
Pull down from the sky
And reflect from my middle eye

My body is here and very aware
But the human things that I don't often share
Evidently bring me to believe
Some part of me is unique
An alien here to this land
Watching planet earth crumble to sand

But that's my job and my mission here
I know the beauty and the potential of our great land
I've been there I held my heart in my hand
But so easily it was knocked to the floor
By people who have been taught to be emotionally poor

The beauty of such a reversible mind
Is understanding people in hell and heaven are blind

They do not know the other side
Claiming their way is the only way to survive
I exist on the very thin line
The one we happen to call time

Just as i sat down
As i started to want to experience this page
I saw something
In the waves of blue flowing down my legs

A spider
And man i had to say
Unique and beautiful
And it still is this day

Outside
And away from my leg

Is it natural?
To be afraid of the dark?

Let's say perhaps,
You were to take a child,
Young,
Innocent,
And sweet.

Made a world for he,
Or she,
Completely comprised of darkness,
Would they live a life,
So full of love?

If so,
If they learned to love,
The only life they know,
With no fear of what many do,
What would happen,
How would he,
Or she,
Feel being taken to a world of endless light?

What do you see,
when you look in the mirror?

Do you look past the surface,
To look behind your own eyes?

Do you see all the memories,
Good and bad inside?

Do you see the future,
And what you plan to be?

All the land,
people,
And places you'll see?

Do you find your imagination,
Turning yourself gray?

Or the fire,
To keep you warm in old age?

Well,
I see a crown,
For the life I will rule one day.

I see a world,
Shaped like clay.

I see all my people,
Happy at play.

That is it
It is time to rest
And time no more
To fail my sculpted tests

No two people
No two paths
No, they are never the same

Is it then
So crazy to think
That maybe my person
On my path
Can not exist happily
Alone

Our paths may be different
We may go different ways
But I'm here to help you
I'm here today

Mountain Dew
And purple Powerade
Ah!
What a delicious drink I have made!

I can feel it coming through
I am getting close to you
But there are things I must do
To make all my dreams come true

Its 1:43
It just started raining
The sky turns bright blue
For split seconds
As i lay here and do anything
Anything but sleep

4:00
Is the time i set my alarm
2:17 of sleep
2:15 actually as minutes pass
And words appear

I broke through a wall today
Green calcite aided me
Pulled out emotions
I tried to bury

So now
Do i sleep

Do i sleep

Do i...

I was once young
Oh the things I have done
But what compares none
Is the way I was dumb
When I felt infatuatedly numb

That part of me
The temptations of the body
I have set free

What you see today
Or what you read I should say
Is no longer a body of clay
Formed to the way
I wanted to play

Energy is what is me
From my body I wont be free
But my body is what lets me see
The vessel in which to be

"From where do we come,
Why is it that we stay,
What is different today,
Will tomorrow differ,
From the events of yesterday?"

All the questions in the world
In the darkest corners lurch
Some people end up scared
They turn to their local church
I just turn my head to the sky
I know i am part of the universe

I want to play guitar
To drift afar
In my own creation
And be
Just be
But alas
I am all but free
I'm a busy worker bee

Walking about
Through my own mind
Like being lost
But amazed by the things I find
Thinking out loud
And to no one but myself
Yet I assure you
I need not any help
Seeing things around me
As if I was once blind
Rewriting my theory of time

Ive wandered far
Down different paths
Till my legs got tired
Till my feet hurt

It took so much time
To feel the concrete
And how unforgiving
It is on my body

It took so much time
But now i know
The grass is
where my feet belong

I blaze my own trail
I hold my own
Freedom is worth all
That leaves me skin and bone

Life is not yet what i dream
But i know thats where i go
Towards the life i want to know
In hopes to see others on trails their own

Something about the energy tonight is right
As if my mind tonight has given up its fight
And chose to exist in harmonious trinity
Bringing a feeling like white light

On this day today
I am a sun
Sending rays of a feeling to you
To brighten a possible bitter mood

I'm reaching my hands toward the dark
Lighting them with my spark
Lighting them with all I am
And with all I have

It brings me joy to see
Another smile when they see me
I ask of you now
Exist in creativity

Unique is the structure of every mind
But without light we would all be blind
Take a moment to stare into a sun
And understand it isn't the only one

As above
So below
They say

Looking up
Is looking down
In a way

But being down
Finds a place
Where only you play

Heaven above
Hell below
Theres a border

Waist not
Your time
It's sacred

It's divine

A wolfs tail
Is not held high
By the questions
Of why

Coffee
And patients
Together
Well met

You already know

Adventure and all its joy
Experienced by girl and boy
Replaced with an electronic toy
I have one too i wont be coy

These things are ok but as a tool
No replacement for interaction at school
Or any excuse to act like a fool
But ive done all the bad things too

What we need is a new place to go
Some new acts to this long boring show
Im done with what they want us to know
I can hear the truth in the wind as it blow

Why dont we go to the very best place
I speak of the infinitely vast outer space
It leave such a curious look on my face
Or perhaps im just your typical nutcase

Brothers
one argument
to another

Always an attack
When defences down
The time for a strike is now

You have life figured out
You're set to be
a government flea

I have life figured out
I'm set to be
Free

Don't.
Question.
Me.

I've been bit by the snake
Feeling the toxins enter my vain
Taking the path straight to my brain

My stomachs turning and turning
I'm in pain

Anxiety growing like a tree
Through nerve endings in my body

Brain like soil
Holding its roots

A skull like concrete
Begins to crack when they go too deep

Branches reach out and leaves grow from me
Casting a shadow onto my body

The end of a year
The beginning of the next
And all the events
That between interject

Silly party people and silly party games
Drinking until
We forget people's names
But yours will always remain

It's been a mural upon my brain

Nothing lasts forever
Yeah everything change
The only thing thats constant
Is these feelings in my brain

Im moving forward through time
Constantly on the grind
Stone, slowly getting sharper
But with less of me each day
Ive gotta remove these shades
And see some brighter ways

I swear
The weirdest things
Are my personal cycles

Depression is cleaner
But my sleep is still the same

One day normal
One day exhausted

Sleep
Wake
No sleep
Exhaustion
Repeat

Thick breezy air
Between the stars
Between here and there

Bright bright moon
Setting the rising sun's
Bright bright mood

I write
All these words

Emotion coloured ink
Life size paper
Pineal gland pen

Stew them together
In such a way
It forms a key

Releasing the real me