An aversion to the complex conversation
a radical explanation of the common conversion direction with misplaced inspection
It's the sign of the benign revolution 
as a messenger of the end times, I make my plea
bring swiftly the ides of desolation end the conformity, end reprieve
the starvation and the political stagnation
with the eyes of a closed nation
nobody will flee to higher elevation
nobody with a clue will feel true emotion
nothing left to do but a clean brief motion
"Nobody deserves to feel"
but everybody wants to heal
the world has enough pain to suffocate the blue out of the sky

a golden balloon in the sewer has just as much value as the trash next to it. Its not who you are, but where you are that matters most to people

I'm going for a lovely drive through the miles of dirt, darkness, and fire.
keep going there is no edge as far as I am aware!
keep edging every inch
keep leaning off of every fringe
drive! drive! drive ! till the end! till the end!
the unforcertain limits! the unseen edge!
drive almost off a clif with words like what if?!
we will never wonder! we will always plunder!
deep in the mines of insanity, imagination, and creativity, I strive to live fully alive!

When life gives you a busted yoke,
make french toast.

Does holding hands across the room still count?
Do you feel my pulse as I hold tightly to your ghost hand?
Does the pain of one heart break weigh enough to change a persons heart?
Can love be as powerful during the throws as it is in the soft but cold end?
If love's end feels as heavy as a mountain, is it worth it to push?
Are you helping yourself or hurting yourself?
How can you ever know which does which?
If I turn your mind into a window, will you gaze through it in bewilderment?
Can't you feel what I feel anymore?
Can being composed hurt more than having a complete breakdown?
Are my feelings not allowed?
Can I look into your eyes for once, and not cry?
The fireworks bursting in your eyes, made me feel alive.
You have the heart of a sunwarrior and the brain of an earth sage.
I hope this poem helps you on your way.

You're like a shiny seashell that I found at the beach, You were glimmering in all the right ways, your light shimmered under the waves, you were absolute in your making, remarkable in your sinking, your color was so vibrant and brilliant your reflected light shined into astonishing dimensions of light, deep shades of multi-colored light hit the water that surrounded, down in your own depths as you lie under the waves of the ocean; you were still, you were purely beautiful.