Life viewed through sunglasses
Black as the starless night
A soul hiding, black
Innocent, sheets of white

Mind, numbing pains
Creating pains anew
Façade, change of face
Easily seen through

As a Bloodhound on ice
Seeking love true
Running awkwardly forth
In attempts to woo

From heartache and rejection
To love gone awry
Heedless hopes of affection
Self-deceit and lies

Shadows
Reaching far
Reaching wide
Shadows

Where they come from
Remains unclear
And where they lead
Is based in fear

Clouds
Thunderheads
Bringing storms
Clouds

How long can they stretch
Far and wide, it's clear
And how much light is
Covered. We can't see

Eclipse
Bringing night
Premature
Eclipse

Short lived beauty
And terror seen
Death filled with life
With death not seen

The sparkling delight
of shining light.
So elusive,
how intrusive.

Marauding when not wanted
but hiding when its glory should be flaunted.
A glowing reflection of eras gone by,
once a god with a throne so high.

As the ancients crumbled,
all reverence tumbled.
Now feelings of insignificance
grow for such magnificence.

The solemn grey skies
reflecting the soul within.
Scarred beyond recognition
from wounds inside,
suffered outside.
Trying to fix what was broken
the gloomy soul strides forth.
Seething with an anxious desire to learn
continuing onwards, but all for naught.
Silent dew drops roll
down that calm mask.

The leaking beauty such as rebirthed life
And of the muddy earth slowly reclaimed
Persephone’s return, a dance of strife
Returning vividness, again, unmaimed
Escaping the monochromatic cell
By return of green, such luscious pigment
By Flora’s grace and by the Shepherd's bell
Revive events long free of merriment
The songbirds relearn their forgotten tunes
The bees prepare to collect flowered boons

Hibernation ending, returns routine
With warmth radiating, freely flowing
Crawling from thy shallow cave, sunlight seen
Flecked through dewdrops caught in Spider’s sewing
A land of new dawns, forgiving thieves
The fruit yet unblossomed, life is still ripe
The tree naked, still missing its leaves
Coverings absent before the first gripe
The animals hunger to end their fast
Humans hunger to remember the past

Come, serenity destroying pigment
Rend the ebony earth delicately
Spread your lovely, inebriating scent
And thus, set every fashion of life free
Free from that immaculate white prison
Free to frolic in fresh fields, unrestrained
The sun, in more wakefulness, risen
To maintain, nature’s mischievous work reined
In preparation for the coming time
The time of heat, growth, and color sublime

The pervading glumness of this dead air
Ideally filled with wailful tunes
As if a carnival or a fair
With lively and colorful balloons
The greyness of this noiseless strife
Quiet enough for one to hear
The rhythmic bass of life
And to come to grips with fear

Nary a caw of the crow heard,
Searching for a snack
The noises of a carrion bird
Are not enough to break this lack
Nary a thing is audible
Save the busy humming of the mind
And while the desire is laudable
Peace, noises cannot find

The life bringing silence
Spawning thoughts and ideas
In order to escape the noisy violence
And to go to a noiseless panacea
To embrace the unwanted mellow
Is to accept the mind for itself
It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow
So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf

The beautiful clockwork
and mechanical silence.
Boredom broken by nature,
nature broken by violence.

As time tics by
and we feel so jaded.
The growing urge to defy,
the urge seems so faded.

Repetitive motions
fill up life.
Ancient drumbeats
leading eternal strife.

The omnipresent struggle
presents the status quo.
To break the flow or go with it?
The answer we may never know.

The anonymous connection,
a sort of social disconnect.
A freedom of speech,
though not socially correct.

Able to find out
half the world across.
The broadest topics,
the tiniest loss

Images and moving pictures,
Different kinds of art.
Differing opinions,
pulling all apart

Learning all the facts,
the tiny and the small.
Putting it out there
visible to all.

Pop a pill a day just to crack a smile
Stare at a mirror, frown reflected back
Wipe the sleep from haggard eyes for a while
Now waiting for the phantom’s smile to crack
The daily progression of this sorrow
Bringing a lonesome and mind numbing pain
Healing slowly, today, tomorrow
A chuckle, a grin, happiness to feign
It should not take chemistry to make me
Feel something, anything but desolate
From chemistry, my mind contorted be
While senseless enough to self-isolate
The struggle for happiness, all my life
Not innocuous, fear lend to strife

Something dark and foreboding,
remembrance of the past.
Soliciting seamless aggression,
seemingly at last.

When vagueness eludes,
nothing seems to return.
Memories seem to delude
another chance to learn

What seemed a waterfall
is under mechanical power.
Ideas used to impress themselves,
waterfall’s a shower.

If the river is dried now,
I hope it’ll flood soon.
Sick of monotonous effort,
mind seems out of tune

A killer’s look,
and empty stare.
Convictions not so humble,
question what is fair.

Just like a maelstrom heading to the sea
Living my life both quiet and alone
My life, my times, in her head should not be
Still she comforts as if for years she’s known
How can she understand my bittersweet
Laments, residing deep within my soul
Comfort and hope I see when our eyes meet
She pulls me out of my deeply dug hole
Refuting my love in rejection kind
Instead insisting that she loves us all
The kind hearted heart to whom my mind pined
The foreknown knowledge caused my hope to pall
Despite whatever it is that she rends
The damage is never what she intends

Is it the monsters
that hide in the closet?
Or the ones
that we deposit?

Dark murky corridors
reek of must and mold.
Crumbling gothic castles,
dungeons are damp and cold.

Even with sprawling cities,
High and low they grow.
Creepies and the crawlies
and all the fears we can know

From the corner of the eye,
a flash or shadow you see.
If it’s visible,
how scary can it be?

Early rise
agony
shattered hopes
and betrayal

The moss
on the mind
Slug-like
or snail

Emotionless chasm
falling for years
A ledge held on to
doomed to fail

Spiraling downward
for eternity
Dreams crumble in to
Reality’s jail

How fickle
emotions are
Elation and joy
seem so far

Darkness perceived
by others
inwardly ignored
hiding true colors

Concerns, meaningless
Help, ignored
Time, limited
Pride roared

Ultimatum faced
with grim humor
Appointments faced
with bold horror

Brittle
Quiet humming
Subtle drumming
Life

Glass
Crystal clear
Colored, queer
Heart

Strong
Dense packed
Rock solid
Lie

Broken
Shattered
Soul

Glimmering specks so near yet far.
Eternal lights of oblique mortality.
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground.
Maintained grasp of reality.

Gone for a millennia,
not missed till now.
Longer time for the telegram
than a cosmic curtsy, intergalactic bow.

What once would guide to freedom,
has been freed of its slavery.
What always seemed to be,
is gone for eternity.

Never miss what was already gone,
until it’s gone forever.
A supernova realization of one’s mortality,
False Bravado to sever.

The monster crawls out
the depths of the sea.
Mountain ranges it climbed
How could it be.

The beast tears through
the visage of man.
The Bravado is clear
with broken ties to clan.

How horrible it must seem,
to still be unfazed.
Man thought himself strong,
his world was razed.

The Monster, a beast,
The destroyer, a freak.
Society comes crashing down,
questioning who’s meek.

Oh, sunshine, an eclipse has shown you true
In your warmth roses grew, but in cold they freeze
Send me searching, grow my garden anew
Love blown away, thin, leaves in the autumn breeze
Away with thee, foul torturer, begone
Malefic specter of my hope filled dream
Foul Raven causing my visions to wan
My life, my love, from my heart do you ream
Once, you a dove, a symbol of my love
But since, your pristine feathers have turned black
A gift, from the dark pit to which you shove
Not enough on my barren field you track
Even though you hurt, destroy, and you maim
Impossible, I find, to give you blame

With the ever present dichotomy
The nature of mankind
Giving devils and angels a safe-house
For the soulless to find

Evil possessing the demons we see
Or is evil possessed
The good we see because humanity
And angels cannot care

Quickly we jump to make accusations
But how can that be fair
Shirking responsibility because
The shame we cannot bear

Our demons we must absolve ourselves of
Or dark our future grows
Let us manifest righteousness and love
We can become angels

A scrawny ant
Passing through
Passing by
To find life true

By all accounts
In attempt
Quite feeble
Held in contempt

Resist nature
To fight back
To love hope
Cope with his lack

His home crumbled
Upturned life
Hold to dreams
Battling strife

A beach used to be here,
or so it was said
as rumbling trains
on the tracks,
close behind our heads,
ignoring or unaware of its
foolhardy guests.
From high above
the soft river waves
can be seen shambling toward the shore.
And from such perspective
can industry be ignored.
No trains,
no tracks,
just rolling green bluffs.
And on some days,
on the semi-stagnant waters below,
can the sky and forests
give their likeness
to the river beneath.
How long
can such perfect beauty last?
Amongst the destructive ingenuity of man?
So many would hope
for it last the eternity
that is their life.
But eternity it's not.

The invisible man watching as you
Produce, consume, intake all of this vice
The lies, mind boggling stories untrue
But boring, these things are life's spice
Why, the man must ask, unseen and ignored
Why does life need stimulations as these
To them, to thee, transmuted water poured
Allowing the moment and time to freeze
Bitter, angst and oppression of rights wrong
Sweet, the tantalizing succor of thee
By the time the evil shown in the throng
It's too late, of your freedom you be free
A joy, a friend that's all but it seems
Is a silent ****** of all your dreams

The oppressive yellow filth
forces its way in.
Takes over the green blanket.
Ignoring it’s a sin.

A casual passerby,
views this unwanted war.
Discord versus conformity.
An everyday chore.

Calling in reinforcements.
Escalates to chemical warfare.
The cruel inhumanity,
because we couldn't share.

A fight for cleanliness,
and a fight for purity.
A useless endeavor.
A wasteful battle of immaturity.

A double sided day.
One of joy,
one of pain.
The torrential ticking
of time passing.
The never-ending questions
of what to do,
what to say?
Never mind and ignore
that which makes you sad.
Instead remember and wish for
that which makes you glad.
One plan,
one goal,
battered and beaten
it still holds strong.
Forgoing loneliness
for internal company.
Ignoring those around
for sheer simplicity.
But what can you say?
“It’s better this way”?
As perpetual concern is raised
for a clearly addled brain.
Longing for that one redeeming moment
of and otherwise bleak day.
As the minutes begin to stretch
and hours fade away.
Can’t anybody see
how demoralizing
such a day can be,
or how much pain
a lonely face
has had to face today?

Hiding the complex
Through basic reflex
Seeing simple lives
Through diamond eyes

The world falls
And then crumbles
So the time flies
Through diamond eyes

And rain falls
And thunder rolls
The tiny lies
Through diamond eyes

No want to be obtrusive
Need to be reclusive
Seeing quiet sighs
Through diamond eye

Who should desire
A clear mirror
Of perfect likeness
Lies hideous fear

Look, see what we see
Sad doppelganger
Ethereal clone
Leaning, wall hanger

All flaws magnified
Every evil, too
Simplify ev’ry line
Ever mistake – rue

A mirror well smudged
Truly desired
The traits that are so
Nobly admired

To be alone, mind-numbingly so
To be quiet, to be invisible
One pursues the other, as they both row
By and by, forever in this fable
Throughout, hollow pain they perpetuate
A shell, empty, alone is meaningless
Never comes the drive to retaliate
For the truth speaks only under duress
Timeless oppression seeks only its host
*******, ethereal chains binding all
Soulless, are enterprises pursued most
Building up an image merely to fall
To be the only one, to walk alone
To live as that life, ideally shown

Oh, sunshine, to you my eyes be affixed
As Aphrodite, elegance sublime
For it's beauty divinity afflicts
Beauty that withstands the scourges of time                              
Time will pass by and people will grow old    
But in your soul, your beauty eternal
While leaves of long dead spring blow in wind cold
And long gone stars we watch, nocturnal                                            
Oh, sunshine, to you I am drawn akin
To those pests, drawn to a fire in the night
A light in the darkness my life has been
You be my dame, my wise shining knight
My sweet, to you my heart enamored be
Enraptured, loveliness is all I see

Icy air blows in such a tender kiss
The faded gallows, the seasonal shift
The passion of Boreas, we never miss
Because his temper, we ignore his gift
Erring in attention we fall tribute
To sardonic gestures of those above
Good intentions, they make to restitute
In delicate sweet ministrations, love
But how much can they possibly care
Perhaps much more than mere mortals can bear

The heavens far above, when shattered, crack
Sending forth wonderful beauty we fear
But when tired, restores itself right back
Returning those heroes we hold so dear
And so, with angels falling, can we see
Only near, in burning hatred and rage
In shivering triumph, immortal beauty
Lies ignored, we in our self-serving cage
Fear and abhorrence leaves us no respite
This immaculate, magnificent plight

Chilled gust, blows as with thee, Autumnal breeze
Pushing away debris, death, and decay
‘Fore time comes, the first petrifying freeze
Quietus, preceding, gets in the way
For that simple utopia of cold
As peace is irrationally disturbed
We create a visibly hollow mould
And any love for Frost’s art is then curbed
Let us embrace this, nature’s masterwork
For short-sighted goals, our duty we shirk