My body a river
Constantly flowing
Through the world
Through time
Producing such rhymes

Some choose different
To be a rock
In a river
Or in many
Never to move
Only to corrode
To never sway
Only to fade away
Just hoping one day
They will be the sand
Where all the rivers end

You already know

What a beautiful day

The sun is shining
The birds are chirping

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

So much on my mind this morning

I had some dreams last night
Severed finger salad
And many missing finger men

Egyptian guardians
The secrets they protect
That i had found apparently

Bombs being thrown
Just to see things go
BOOM

All these things happened,
Or i remember them,
Because i woke up late

An hour past start time
Rollin in

Being talked down to
By the boss
Saying my focus yesterday was lost

The cherry on top
Is my girls comin home
does she want to be my girl

Is this week over yet

Why must we elaborate
Poetry is subjective
Because it is art

Why must we label
Poetry is not what we say it is
It just is

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

When one adjusts themselves to The Box
One is then confined by it

What a hazy morning
To wake up so early
Yet late
Without the smallest moment
To think of last night
But im reminded still
By the pounding in my head
And walking in zig zags through a quiet house

Driving in the snow
So early in spring
Or so late in winter
Coffee in my hand
But it has me in its own
Holding me above water
Long enough until an hour from now
The clock will stand still

"Money cannot buy happiness"
I often say
That does not mean
I missed work today

Someone pulled the trigger
On the slow motion gun
I feel the motion of the mechanisms
I appreciate their beauty
Just long enough
Until the gunpowder erupts

Forced down the barrel
Twisting in intense heat
I see the world spin
As into it im released

What is it?
The certain feeling,
I get?

When i smoke,
the occasional,
Cigarette?

A calming clear,
A sudden cease,
Of all things fear.

Desire,
To spread,
Hearts fire.

Creative I become,
With one cigarette,
Addicted to none.

What to do
While the sky
Is still light blue

What to do
When boredom
I desire to subdue

The sky is
Covered in clouds
The sun is
No where to be found
Memories passed
Floating around this town
Like the shadows
Covering the ground

I look forward
To the time from now
That seems quite far

Soon I will be home
To caress the strings
Of one beautiful guitar

Being free
For one day less
Than a week

Free to be
Anything
Free to be
Me

I love to create
And explore
Making songs
Or giving to the poor

Now
Alone again
Solitude greets me
Greasy
And
Sweaty

Doing
What I am told
Forced
To be afraid
Of being bold
Forced
To be cold
Or dare to be scold
Working
For shiny gold

It makes me feel old

I choose to live it
I choose to own it
I choose to be with it
Instead of sleep it

I feel the wind
Pass through me
I feel the sounds
Soothe me

Walking around
At such late an hour
Fills me with passion
And so much desire

Desire for another
Another night like tonight
Another wind through my soul
Another feeling to transpire

I will burn like a fire

Time is
A sort of line
An endless line

It is the depth
Of a 4D mind

Today my work is slow.
Not me, no!
I'm comfortable in my flow.

First thing was a furnace.
Malfunctioning and *****.
Yet with time I never did race.

I can't keep up that pace.

Now i'm eating,
In my favorite coffee place!

This love I cannot give,
Is overflowing.
Please,
Take some from me.

I can't help it.
Every so often,
Once on a blue moon,
These thoughts filter through.

I don't sleep,
I think of you.

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

And yet
My hand is outstretched
Knowing I'll touch nothing
But darkness

I will give anything
To see it again
To see the way
You light up the dark

Hidden meaning within my words
Every word you read
Like a window without blinds
People outside can see

Maybe you have to look harder
Everything seems so lonely

I leave no man behind
Unless he's blind
I mean not in the eyes
But in the mind

What is it when I write
Just plain words
From left to right

Connecting to your inner dictionary
Translation adds up the equation
Plain words, ordinary

Paradigms shift
These thoughts flow
A picture in my head
To you shall go

An apples skin
To cover the sweet meat within
Sanguine as a murderous sin

Polished to a shine
A red mirror for those who dare
To stare upon themselves

Teeth sink inside

And an image into your mind

Never do i wish
anyone's tomb
to be that
of angst and gloom

The way I feel today
Is a way that I can't say
Because
It is not today
It is tomorrow
I work so soon
from now

So here I go again
Feeling those feelings
Forcing them away

Sadness now fleeing
Left am I
With feelings of being

My body stands not one chance
Against the forces of the mind

It's tough sometimes
To look in the mirror

It's even more tough, to know
This world,
It's just one great mirror

Thick breezy air
Between the stars
Between here and there

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

The things i do
They are not you
They are what you perceive
The things i do
Should amuse
And astound you
There is no word
For which i seek
The one that describes
Energy

It never matters
What anyone else sees
In the end
It's only what I be

If I were a fly
I'd surely be dead
Not easy to see
**** spider web

I am too young
To tell you how to be
If i do, older
Don't listen to me

When i write words
That may be a suggestion
Know that my mind is still up late
Asking questions

These are answers i say for me
These are my perspectives
And what i see
I don't want to tell you who to be

We like to feel down
It's the only time we ever truly feel anything

I always wear a smile
Even if i dont want to
Its called being kind
Considering what others go through

Everyone has something
That pulls their mind to a twist
But to see another smile
Is knowing happiness exists

A conversation would be nice
With someone
Anyone really
How about you?
How do you do?
Are you feeling
A bit blue too?

I have finally discovered
The desire to avoid death

Always waiting
Wanting
An end
My life
I cared not
To defend

When the light shines bright
Turning away the night
Infinitely beautiful is the sight

Once a tool to help me see
Now a symbol of the machine

Only worn when i have to work

Pour me something tall
Help me ease the lengthy fall

After all the **** we've been through,
Present and past,
I still want to marry your ***.

In order for one to reach their fullest potential,
Must they first know what that is?

To be poetic
Is to be far
From pathetic

A mountain
Faced of earth
Iron at its core
A tip like a blade
Earth at its peak no more

A great iron wall
To hold in its place
A bustling palace
With no human king

Cities surround
Low to the ground
As they envy the mound
The king of trade
And the endless supply

When approached
The palace not dare
To give even the slightest
Evil stare

"Take what you will"
Say every wise man
"For we are not unfair,
No war should be declared"
Say every wise soul

Every city takes
As much as they will
Some leave in its place
Food or things of great taste

But the strength of iron
Is to be unmatched
So city upon city
They all attacked

Not one city
Is to be left bare
Each with its own
Scar or tear

There was but one place
Left to thrive
The palace among
The cities that die

An unspoken agreement
That the palace be kept
For its people never left
With such great source
They must have one great force

When cities collapsed
And lands lay bare
The cities that remained
Thought it unfair
One little palace be left to stare

The suniest day
Brighter than the rest
The iron tip
Looked its best
A reminder of the palace gift

Moving
Doing nothing

Laundry
Dishes
Counters
Showers

Doing nothing
Soon to be doing something

Listening
Seeing
Writing
Guitar

It makes me uncomfortable
To know
We bury men
In the most comfortable position

I feel like I sleep
Like I'm in a casket

And so I thought
Why not
As I walked to the park
As it's dark

Anxiety
Threatened to **** me
So im going to sit
Amongst the trees
And the leaves
And just be
Just be me

Cigar in my hand
No words
No plans
Just me
And poetry

I got ice cream today
And to several girls
I would have liked to say
Hey
Did I?
Nay

I cant keep up with my thoughts
So I dont
I just remain lost
But not here where I sit
Where suburbia splits

Here
I am safe
I can think of no better place

A sour day
Turns sweet
With every wonderful person
That I meet

There need only be
One ever so warming fire,
The sun that shines down on me.
One ever so giving earth,
The ring of life that surrounds me.
One ever so cleansing water,
The cars passing that resemble falls.
One ever so friendly wind,
The one thats keeping me company.

Language is beauty
It is the connection from you to me
It is a feeling through sound
By noise we are not bound
It is from sound we are free

Language may be the same
But its energies be not tamed
Through each person speach
Its power
Is up to thee

So now
The line we walk along
Becomes clear again
Always clear
Again

I can see it below me
Always there
Never to not be
The sight grows old
I make it blurry
To somehow feel bold

The line we walk along
My focus no more
I look everywhere
But the floor

Creativity is overwhelming me
Why now!
I must sleep

I want to play and write and think!
I do not want to sink
Sink into my dreams tonight
Only to be awake before mornings light!

There need not be such a schedule!
To think twenty-four is to be a fool
Why waste this spark!
Why must I sleep in the dark