treacherous fiends
feed us deceit
behind a screen
showing us violence
and things most obscene
it would seem
we're all on the same team
but believe me
its best to not feed greed
and make it gluttonous
by keeping it in front of us
it is necessary that you do not trust
the high tide of lies
that ties the media to your eyes.

What thought
could have wrought
all this despair?
Yielding aught;
toxifying the air
suffocating adolescents,
atop their chairs.
Now they feel time
intertwining with their fears,
and I feel their tears sear into my mind
So now I hope to find;
a way to make all of their burdens
mine.

Lie with me
I dont want to see you shiver or shake
No i dont think leaving was a mistake.
Yes ill stay even when the earth quakes.
Nothing could ever break
My resolve.
Ill only be me while youre involved.
Yes ill be back
Even if i have to crawl
Through the deepest sea
Or the shallowest grave.
No im not saying id die
Please dont cry
Its far from over
Even though its gone under.
I still wonder
Where you are when i awake
Why things aren't the same
Why that chapter ended on that page
Why im filled with rage
Why i cant erase this place.
I need you here,
I need you safe
Talk to me please!
Don't go to sleep
Take me back to the snow.
Please take me back to the boy you knew.

I'm tired from yesterday;
that's all I'll say,
this tired reality is more than I can take.
But you and I?
We could try a lie;
and pretend to die,
the deepest false sleep.
Spend eternity counting sheep;
Somewhere on the beach.

How does the wind know which way to blow?
And do plants KNOW they have to grow?
if they did do you think it causes them sorrow?
To provide oxygen for us with each and every gust?
A species with nothing but pride, greed, and lust?
Knowing we're just another passing phase.
(Since the planet has bad taste)

It was a simply soothing sound.
Seemingly surreal, severing the silence
With even sin surrendering to the sublime symphony
Of sirens signifying salvation.
Leaving legs lying limp and lifeless,
Losing a life I'd have liked to live.
Leaping, laughing, or lounging lazily
I fear for my future
Forever fighting ferociously.
Because four fearsome phantoms
Brought bars, blades, and bats
To beat my bewildered brother and I blind
Before we both blacked out from blood loss.
Now there's a knife notched in the nape of his neck.
He'll never know the nuance of another night;
But now I know the necessity of the nightmarish noose

what happened?
Where did it go?
I had a gift to write things I didn't totally loathe.
I could write about being dead or sad and it didn't totally blow..
Or I would record my ideas,
and people wouldn't laugh like hyenas.

I don't know what to do;
I can't just get super ****** and pretend I'm Poe.
I just can't write anymore, I don't know..
Please help me end this time of pain;
please help me write something that isn't lame.

I spent the majority of my time recently In the mirror.
Screaming curses at myself for me to be better;
because I perceive myself as minuscule and insignificant
as a spec of dust on the pinhead of a needle,
hurdling towards the sun.
Pretty much nothing right?
Yeah.
But I slowly stopped hating the man in the mirror.
Little by little; the days would pass,
and the dim eyes of a man filled with sorrow and pain
would only look back at me for a moment,
before something began to stir in him.
A passion began to flicker like candlelight in his pupils,
and a smirk would emerge from the thought
that my lips were sweetly caressed by hers in the snow and rain.
So my candlelight arose
to melt away the snow.
Thanks to her;
the man in the mirror is no longer a sad, lonesome, stranger.
He's me.
And we will continue to smirk and smile; and beg her to stay a little while longer.
Because her lips are only intertwined with mine for a moment;
but that single moment when heart and soul agree,
will last me an eternity.

The beginning of all.
The moment that Adam stood before God
and beheld the earth under his feet;
the first sensation.
But what about God?
What was HE thinking as he flicked the stars from his fingertips;
and pulled the mountains from his feet?
I think... he was already disappointed.

   Because if he knows all,
then he knew we'd fall.
So all in all;
we're pitiful, predictable, parasites
draining this glorious place in spite,
and because of our ignorant sight
we slap a smile on and attempt to market our plight.

And what about all the step-dads, step-moms, and step-gods?
Like the people who pick up a rifle
and go tribal
so they won't be liable
for their own homophobic, blasphemous thoughts.
Because MEN wrote the bible;
not God, not Jesus,
and they're just screaming:
"please believe us!"
Because we are the stars;
but YOU are the light,
so please love and not fight."

If life was easy everyone would be doing it.
It happens at everyone's expense;
without recompense.
We all try to coexist with our backs against the fence.
Because we're incapable of trust;
but perfectly capable of lust.
Greed; gluttony, sins of the American company,
hoping for a righteous man to accompany
this wrath and pride,
enveloping society in the high tide
of human nature.

But maybe; just maybe,
there's nowhere safer.
I can sit and smile, talk with a friend
and build a bond that not even time can bend.
Because our innate ability to love unconditionally;
is what I have chosen to defend.

He and she;
they were love if they were anything.
High school sweethearts; but no typical thing.
You see; he loved her with every fiber of his being,
he loved her with such a passion you couldn't imagine.
He'd bear the weight of the world for her,
and wouldn't waiver even when his feet began to sink into the stars.
But you see;
she, she had walls and bars.
She wanted to love him;
because she saw the light in his eyes,
illuminating his very being.
Bright but blinding, was what he wasn't seeing.
Then He and she soon became three.
She was lost  in an onslaught of stress;
One night she decided to confess:
"I'm not sure if this is real; if this is me.
I need time away, time to be free."
With a sigh and a kiss;
he took the boy and let her be.
When he returned; she was there, her soul was free...
from the body left hanging in the willow tree.

"Crazy people don't think  they're crazy."
I've been thinking; contemplating my own sanity,
and I'm sure that I'm definitely insane.
So what the hell does that make me?
Am I as a being certain of it's own demise,
A being that has darkness and uncertainty fill it's eyes?
while it stares at the stars and cries:
"Why have you forsaken me?"
But the sky replies:
"Why can't you stop chasing me?"
Because it's unnerving;
that we're all desperate for what we're not deserving,
and I'm learning
that we've got what we need,
but we take what we please
until they're all on their knees
and we feel we've "earned" prosperity.
But. We. Haven't.
It's all in our head;
our sick little dream makes me wish I was dead.
Because when It's over; and all's been said,
you can't go to heaven with a heart full of lead.

An eye for an eye.
But you don't want mine.
It'll show you that love is a lie
And life is a line,
That we fall off and die.

It'll show you that young love is a tragedy
That hasn't happened yet
And that the phrase "I love you"
has great gravity
That a boy won't soon forget.
But; if you decide reap what you sow,
Then hell is where you'll go.

After you place my pain in your sockets
You'll pull the bullet from your pocket
Like you pulled our picture from your locket
And end the world that you know.

The way you look at me;
the way I see you,
there's nothing we could be,
together as two.
I've wept seas and quelled earthquakes for the sake of happiness.
I've been in the symphony of destruction;
and hummed the harmony of retribution,
and lived the costly life of seclusion.
Yet; all you've done, is sit and watch.
As you throw down a fifth of scotch.
I hope that bitter burn will make your stomach churn
and writhe to twist and turn,
you inside out.

Monarch butterflies cascade off trees like autumn leaves;
and they've been doing it for centuries,
endlessly falling to flutter back up
to feel free from their predators and enemies
who strike with their jaws and paws
to ingest their feeble frame.
Frankly I would go insane from the danger;
but they seem so carefree and incapable of anger,
they're probably just happy to have moved
from the prison that was their cocoon.

alone in this zone
surrounded by trees
that drown the sound around me.
There is a luminous numinous light;
catching a finch's feathers just right
and making me wonder if I'll leave a sillage in time
like it's wings left in the sky.
or like the tide in your eyes;
left in my heart.