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

Playstation.
Running as fast as it can.
Lava flowing through,
From component one,
To component two.

An engine.
Overworking.
Solder joints and Silicon,
The things that break,
Difficult to be undone.


Metal and plastic.
Assembled in crazy ways.
So soon to be,
In so many realities,
A state of disrepair.

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!

People are like shoes
Wanting to be paired in twos

Different colors
For different days

Different styles
For different ways

That is
If you're a woman

They have many shoes
But I'm a guy

And I don't need shoes

So it seems
The color of my ink
Is to be shown again
Under natural light

The canvas of 360°
With no start and no end
And all the twists
The sharp bends

I color every corner
With the tip of my felt pen
Now that it's back
And I can feel again

So it starts again
Creeping
Crawling
Into my head

Slowly devouring
Any sanity left
Amongst the mush
I dare call a brain

Obsession creeps
Down every inch
Of my lonesome body
From a lonesome heart

It has become me
The parasite inside
And its been there
My entire life

Why does it
Keep me alive

I cant think
Of one thing
More beautiful

The metal strings
Taut across
A bridge of wood

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

It is funny I find
We live within a circle
Yet we choose
To live like lines

Time
A number
Sewn to thee
But never
To the endless galxies

This
Some beings cannot see

Coffee
And patients
Together
Well met

Breathing in
Letting go
Patience is so easy
To misplace

Ive never had it
Im learning to keep it alive
A little plant
That grows inside

I am at peace today
There is not a thing
That stands in my way

All my life
The people I have been
Accepting strife
With little trouble to be seen

The answers from others
Always bleak
My presence I felt bothers
I was once very weak

One common suggestion
Was simple therapy
It answered no question
What was it that ailed me?

The answer,
Was the lack,
Of my own philosophy.

Consumed I am
By the exertion of energy
I just need some sustenance
Then back to my plan

I wish for nothing more,
Than to help find their way.

Infinite meanings,
Behind every word I say.

Will you?
Come out?
And play?

Nothing means more
Than my poetry
A bridge of no distance
To my inner energy

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

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.

If i were to sleep
And wake up

Somewhere different
Someone different

Would I ever even know

Energy,
Is not to be ignored.

Energy,
Always around to absorb.

Equal,
Is its natural state.

Everyday,
Is a blank slate.

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...

It makes me sad
Sometimes drives me mad
Should I be glad?
I guess it is not so bad
To know
Love I have never had

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

Last night
I saw purple
Behind my eyes
In my mind

I'll play a game
I'll smoke a cigarette
I'll read a book
I'll watch some tv
I'll write a poem
I'll play some guitar
I'll go for a walk
I'll pass the time
I'll do it by myself

Sorrow seems to me
Comparable to quick sand
Very far from quick

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

I love the rain
And the thunder
Destroying
Cleansing
Then birthing life new

These house they flood
And people act
As if it's spilled blood

Blame nature
If you must
But it is you
Who lives within it

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

It is not about,
The energy we percieve.
It is all about,
The things we see.

At least,
In this reality.

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

So sure
That my footing is right
Up one rung
To fall down a ton

The ladders much taller
Than id ever thought
And infinitely weaker
Up near the top

Down on the ground
In a pile of wood
In the place
Where the ladder once stood

Time now
To gather some nails
To rebuild the ladder
I thought would hold

The clouds are calling
I can feel their words
I look to them
And look back down

The time to rebuild
Is now

Those little hearts that glow red
After each wonderful poem I have read
I know they mean the world to you
Because they mean the world to me, too

Remember,
That time when you were young,
Staring at the sun?

With your eyes closed of course!
I know you weren't that dumb.

I do it often now,
It's still lots of fun!

Try it!
It's like a song to be sung.

Just take a second
And look down at you
From a third person view

I wish to never sleep

To rejuvenate at day
Shine in the sun
Wander in the darkness

Never knowing
Where im going

Never lost
Never found

Always around
Feet attached to the ground

And mind
Tied tight to the air around

In,
Then out.

Give,
And take.

Void,
Then full.

It's all a rhythm,
It's all flow.

Why do I have,
so much trouble,
Though?

A star burns bright,
Brings things to life.

When gone,
And burnt away,
If no other star,
There be no day.

But in its death,
Its slow pass,
It erupts.

Everything,
Everywhich way,
Toward the star,
Will not stay.

And where it was,
Where the star did die,
There is nothing,
Just a hole left behind.

Void,
Then full.

Give,
And take.

In,
Then out.

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

If I can choose
What next I be
I think I might
Just be a tree

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

It lingered
Like a cloud
Like it was proud
But dont worry
I came around

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

The sun beats down on mounds of desert sand
Overlooked, where a withered wooden windmill stands
Fixed with sharpened blade clock hands
Spinning wildly, over the red and orange land

Specs of white fall from the sky
Shreds from calendar binds
Covering the object of the sands
Like dirt over landmines

The hourglass is empty
As it sinks into the sand

I know not of the thing I seek
Does that make me weak?

You can call us settlers
Not for what we have settled
The pure fact that we do

Forty or fifty degrees
Partly sunny sky
Its beach weather
For my friends and I

Waves crashing on the shore
Lining the waters furthest reach
Driftwood sticks and stones
A gentle touch of miscilanious trash

The smell of Erie isn't great, but
It compliments the liquor that we taste

How can one say
There is black
And there is white
But certainly no grey

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

The place
Where body
Meets the ground

Furthest from the place
Consciousness percieves
The things around

Matter under my feet
Where you find me
I am never bound

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

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