The future I find
Is a big part of ones life
One can feel they miss

Through the filter
To the core
Everything
Is to be absorbed

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

I am me
I am naive
I am physically strong
And emotionally weak

I am a man
The biggest of labels
The words that others
Use to define us

I am a man
But I don't let that define me
I have a feminine side
And that's my reality

So hard is it
To live like this
In a world where you are expected to be
What you are physically

I'm constantly in motion
I cannot sit still
My mind often wanders
So I work hard to stall the stray

When I get home
Things get hard
I think of the love I desire
And how few people truly feel my fire

It's these feelings that make me press on
These feeling that fuel the fire
I write these words
Because I'm feeling inspired

I feel the fire
Its in my head
Above my brow
Between my eyes

A plenty of fuel
Will keep it alive
Not enough
To let it burn me inside

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

Earth
The brain
To the body
Of the universe
If only
We could escape
The deathly grasps
Of the thoughts among our mind

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

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

To be poetic
Is to be far
From pathetic

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

What to do
While the sky
Is still light blue

What to do
When boredom
I desire to subdue

I just want to steal
A love that's not mine
For love it seems
I cannot find
But stealing is wrong
Love will come one day
I am an honest man
So i'll just sit and play
Another sad song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sun whered you go
Hiding behind those clouds
Youve got me wishing now
That you were around

Come warm the ground
Come warm the air
Warm everything that surrounds
Me

Youve left cause shes gone
Yeah aint no sunshine now
And shes always gone too long
Anytime she goes

I wonder
Is she gone to stay...

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.

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

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

Time is
A sort of line
An endless line

It is the depth
Of a 4D mind

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

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

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

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

The darker it gets
The brighter
The stars shine

Theres something about metal
Holding solid steel in my hands
Feeling its weight
Knowing it too was born from this earth

I admire every piece i come across
As i think what it is i could do with it
Having the knowledge to shape it
Having and image and to make it

Unmoved withought significant force
When wielded or worn
I feel so strong

Im going to make a suit of armor

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

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!

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

It's about coffee
especially today
i need some caffeine
and energy to play

Lost in my mind
in a good way
i watch the time
Soar far far away

Im still, gentle even
A rock in a river
soon to be sand
Soothed by the flows

Give me time
soon you will see
The purest white
on a beach by the sea

And there i will hold
the legs of the relaxation
of people and chairs
Beauty seen from upon me

I will hold the gentle flow
away from those who beauty I show
and be with them to let them know

sand by the sea is something
that will never not be

It's tough sometimes
To look in the mirror

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

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

Moving
Doing nothing

Laundry
Dishes
Counters
Showers

Doing nothing
Soon to be doing something

Listening
Seeing
Writing
Guitar

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

You
Are the lack of me

The thing
Pulling my energy

Away
From where it should be

From the life
I dream to see

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

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

Drinkings like a death sometimes
An easy end to any night
Upon waking up
Sometimes you feel new
When the fleeting pain inside your skull
Has finally left and your mind is clear
Things seem different
Old seems new

I dont drink often
But when i do
The next day usually
Seems a little less blue

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