Troubles,
Oh, I got troubles.

I double down
I clown a round

I got a lot
A lot of troubles

I dare myself
I hope for wealth

And still am here
With all my troubles

I read my books
I payed my bills

And think my mountains
Think them, hills

I had a friend
I had a few
I had so many
None like you

I gave them pass
I closed my doors

I gave them mine
But never yours

I hope one day
That we can meet
In a bar
In a street
You and I digress, discreet
You and I who met one day
Passing torches on our way

Times did change
Lives we lived

You moved on
And Still I hid

Though the distance
And the years
All the drownings of our tears
And the oughts
The things we did
Things of nought
The things we hid

Small the world

Made of trouble

Made
of waiting

Made
to rubble.

Late in the day a man all alone
Surrounded by gray and somber in tone
Shuffled with effort
For tired his sort
Inquiry
he made
Of a can of import

And crooked a gaze
From a clerk in a daze

When this his request
Was cheaply
Appraised

For his head did it bow
For
Her head
side to side

For his smallest request
Was quickly denied

And there did I stand
And shared his dismay
While all around
Spoke
the news of the day
The coupons
The deals
The
The 5 minute meals
The
Lottery folk
While
Clicking there heals

So beyond ,in disbelief

For he would not this day
Find what had  brought him
all of this way

So, empty his cart
So poor is this man
With broken of heart
Without the right can

For gluttons all us
With
Sales at a scoop
While one man
Would be fine
With
Celery soup.

Break of day with eyes beyond the bluff.
Break of day, enter, into sheer presence.
Into, at of ,
what falls from above

Sons of light
Grip the failing star

With remaining strength
That parallels it's fall.

Forever it's penitence
To look down and shield us from the dark
And float above alone.

In shallow slumber
Full in fight

Through the

Yearning

Through the night

A man apart
Of will and start

Reveals his open
Empty heart

He revels in the thoughts
That last

And never feeds
The famished past

For

Going
Home

Is this
his cross

to bear

And wear

Of earth
And air

So give to him
The proof of life

The going
Home
and worthy fight


worth
The owning
Of his plight
Upon
The heavens
And
The plains

Upon the sacred
Faceless names

It's to **** early and I wanna go back to sleep

I hide myself from everything, early in the morning.the debating of my day to come. When all the world proves black and glib.

I hide

Moments in the morning, when the streaks of light fight though shades cast low. I war with time.

These moments mine.


Uncorrupted early moments
the  thought of uninitiated meditation

Best that can be done
With the media to come


I refuse to be diluted.
I dismiss the deluded


Dare you  intrude  

Glass boxes.
So smart
Just phones
Bank loans
Bad backs
Five k
Starbucks
eBay

That in a minute
And the sun is still fighting
The room has no lighting
The belt is now tightening
The shoes are now laced
The heart is now raced

And the coffee tastes like ****

Now ,
Empty you
Now ,
be something new
The streets are all packed

And again your alone

Would it be better then
To have never have left

The thoughts are still there


And stands, at this moment a million of you.
All on the move

Dismissive Batista's
Cold savage bosses
All the moments losses

The darkness could not follow
Or hold the fools at bay.
And mirrors of you do they appear
The corners cut at expense of sustainability.
Of ability
Of acceptance

And the systems down
But Susan's wearing that dress
My hair is a mess
This moments just right
My collars too tight
She doesn't care
And she walks away
And I try not to stare
And my coworker laughs
And the moments just good
Cause were back in the zone

It's half and half past 1
Guzzle the coffee and run
In a couple good minutes
Which shatters the dull
The dull and the ache

The ten minute lunch
is more catch up than much

Agent of time

Numbers to crunch

Meandering Mandarin melancholy dream

go to bed and be unseen

Anger
Awake

Awake and I shake

And the phone is aglow
For this
6 o clock rake

Round and round.
With ends meat to make

pools
echoes of liquid
the dark escapes me
i drown in time

water of a diferent cord
fluid of a differrent hue

and the dark release

tremble at the face of me
tremble now me

liquid mirror
faceless he

inferno of thought
And fiery mind

pains of soul
peace to find

Uphill the fight
Long is the night
A pressure that's measured
With Litres of spite