A fellow's greed inspires response.
Please halt at none's giver.

Abuse, outwit, abstract a renaissance-
Forge thou's own exalt, fill thou's quiver.

O You. .  . the wise and kind-
Hath no courage to claim realms dictated.

Sin! Tis' a sin of your mind!
But forewords have been slated.

May yellow riches fill smooth shells-
And truth belittle lies from false prophets.

Lay on your bounty, chime thou's bells-
See thy's truth shun false promise.

Whispers of laughter fill the emptiness,
pitter patters of throats distract voids.
Rain-filled calms pour until they are gone-
as an echoed call traveling beyond.

Oh acceptance. What a pure sound
that lays forever in good,
withholding kindness behind cabinet doors
and pleases the beast within.

Oh memory,
Your sweet sweet remedies

Keep me awake at night
Reflecting on all I did right

and all I did wrong
you tell me in song

So the hurt doesn't slay
I can stay alive another day

You see,
I know you like me

Its transparent by the stalking
When the leaves are here I hear you walking

Sneaking around my mind for a ****
dependent on the depression of my will

My mind struggles against your grasping
but you left me in my own tears gasping

Desperate for a whiff of sensation
My back turns to an honorable salvation

And in pity of an infinite night
I awake and lie about the alright

This isn't what any of us wanted

I can't say that I'm proud
The salty water draped over my face
Nowhere is an escape
But I can't be found

Red stained eyes from the crumble
Listen, through soaked lips I mumble
Away! Away! You evil mist!
I squeal with shaking legs and trembling fist

It does not scatter away
Thought has no master to obey
So I beg I plea and try to reason
For you I will kneel and **** my treason!

Response is still and quite
The silence forces my head to riot
Please! Please! I'll do it all
Remember all my good? Do you recall?

I will pray to God and go to mass
But I can not change my awful past

I dreamt of a white road
Joining family in celebration
commemorating the divine serenity of forever

Collecting moments in photo albums
with the people dancing
and the cardinals singing folk

My eyes meet yours in comfort
and I feel nothing but warmth and assurance
with your curved lip promising sweet pleasure

But before bells ring and angels carol
we fall one last time before forever
and our lips collide to a strong applaud

This is the moment we will remember
the world spins but we are still
in the purest form of togetherness simply for forever

Silence.

Breath.

Warm Silence.

Breath out.

Be nervous, but never doubt.
Lucy is in you.
To caress you.
You've always known truth.
I birthed your truth.
Do not abandon me.
Do not run,
For I am your whisper.
I am your love.
I bow to your thoughts,
because I loath you.
But without my tongue you are lost.
Without my lips you are stranded.
My words will complete you,
and raise you to divinity.
Listen to me in the silence.

Breath.

Sighs from the outliers, where they sit on rims. Drowning in tin cans - they beg for a swim. Off of bottles, berths, and burdens; so, few.  The campfire brings warmth - an ember-ed view. They wish to wash off their past, so unclean. To dry with their fellows is all they dream. The fire cries cinders that fall like petals. While gazers awe, watching flames settle.

Paint me.
Leave your somber wooden floor.
Move to the chaos.
Paint me.

Meet the trees,
erected in the concrete.
Go mad, grow stupid.
Compare. Compare. Compare.

Hide from the outdoors.
Compare.
Paint the trash.
Slick blacks and browns.

Rats, tweakers, and mud.
Become.
Compare.
Paint me.

Corrupt the overhead.
He sings too loud.
Humble his throat.
Bring him down.

If you could compare misconceptions, how would you? What would be the commonality of confusion you could you offer? Is it individual? A hearty abyss of inconsequential details separating the changer from the changed -  the manipulator and the dirt. Explainability leaves gaps that we will not bridge.

Fidelity rest upon my shoulders
   Pushing my heels into the dirt.

Piety is but a word to your claim
   That covers oceans in cursive.

Feeble can take to you, their life
    For your mouth is the end all.

Tongues kiss like worms in flesh
    Who morph the gaps of teeth.
  
Raise all again, you sweet dove
     I sit at your will to find virtue.

Am I a waste to a good thing?
Does luck fall upon a fool?

The stench that lifts me off my feet,
****, lining the underneath of finger nails-
a firm handshake with a suit.

Paints my palm black,
I go finger painting on my keyboard.
Stupid remarks, a buzz in my ear.

I breath in the dust of coffee,
fill my lungs with communal light,
bring my face to the back of my skull.

Addicts fill up the floor space.
Aroused to keep by their merits,
they holy few who look only down.

Sweet boy

Do not be possessed by sin
Do not feed on false promise
For you know love's extent

The crown on your head is not gold
But after this lifetime it shall be fine
You were born of sin but you may die of virtue
Only if you resist and follow His word

Lucy will freeze your heart
Your blood will turn to ice
And you will only know cold and isolation
The comfort of loneliness is limited

To die alone is heartbreak
And Lucy will let you die alone
in the cave between her frigid claws
If you follow His word
His light will set you free

Heave His warning
Learn His voice
Know His lessons
And He shall forever set you free

I remember this street...
It's odd to admit but I have never gripped a wheel here before.
No, in the past I was humbled to my feet.

The street is quiet, hushed by the glimmering snow, with as many sparks as a rural sky.
On the corner lays a New England style home, with lit windows - shining in the snow like a Christmas tree.

That house is where I learned of death, where a little boy once lived. His smile was vulnerable and honest - he was unafraid to show his imperfect teeth.

He was destined to bring joy to the earth. And in the short time he had, he proved to be a prodigy of kindness.
Now he lays in a casket - embalmed and as cold as the snow resting against his old window.

Why am I here when little boys with proud smiles are so far gone? I wish we could exchange chance under the street light my old friend. I wish I could  hear you again.

Heaven's gates open in beat with my eye lids
As we stumble in sweet confusion
We can taste the air as an ostrich wine
And the only sounds are angelic choirs joined in mirth
The walls are painted scenes blessed in eternal movement
With God himself scribing the tales
Telling stories of triumph merged in harmony
And penmanship worthier than any poet

Men docilely behold grace itself on the walls of heaven
Ever worthy of the eyes of mankind
Of those who stole a glance turn to gold
And immortals join in ritual

The sense of sight, light, is portrayed as holy crystals
Incandescent stalagmites create divine paths for righteous to follow
While those lost in damnation are lead to eternally fall
As the path lingers the walls inspire a revelation in ones heart
Blessing all who listen, with God's word

Lucy wears many faces
Her most vile is deception

This paradise she's offered is a hoax
An illusion sewed for mankind

His home in the sky is limitless and pure
You may not yet fabricate its likeness

Resist Lucy's temptation and live to see
A heaven that triumphs euphoria

Be humble and blend yourself with reason
Cast away your pride to the ocean

Know your limits and love them

I came to, I think I came to.
I'm out of my shell. I'm feeling government new.
I found peace. In this warful place.
The sirens and massacres hold about my face.
I found me. In a crowded bar. Choking on *****, starring at the stars.

I ******* miss you. Our time is closing.
Please be careful - your confidence is showing. You look like a mess.
With your hair undone.
I look at you and don't know what I've become

If the world froze like ice
clocks would be still

Winds would halt
at mighty Time's will

Horns would be trapped
in Emptiness's satchel

Power for no one
living in the frozen castle

Imagine my conniption and slipping
When I noticed the man in the mirror was missing

I folded into self destruction and binged self hate
Before I was light, till sadness added weight

Then you came through the walls I erected
Inspired by your vivacity and charm I became connected

And under the Christmas tree you laid fair
In my glee, I knew I had never been there

I'm buying time with this plastic wallet.

Put it over my head and whip me around.
**** the low murmur **** the sound.

Take me to the bathroom, tug and pull.
Cut my head off - don't catch a mouth full.

Don't sneak a peak. You're good.
Lumber by swing, cut by wood.

Madness descending- you are real?
Continue to cut continue to peel.

We explode into a cloud of blood.
A meaty burst of flame and flesh.

You should offer to drive for this road trip.
I need to stare out the window and disappear.

Just for a little while.
Then we can switch.

Taunt my precious ways with visions
Propose a chance of euphoria
End or fix this heartbreak
This mind ache o' mine

Chirp a sweet old song
on a white porch
decorated with nature
A breath of purity

Forget all I did wrong
And I'll forget soon
Apologizes all mailed
in letters by noon

No one knows peace
except the wrong
And the wronged know
only sad songs

I never saw your text.
It must've sent when I was drawn away.
Isabella, would you ever leave me?
If you did, could we lock eyes.

You would only be kind - like you always have.
Like you always will be, right?
To leave only when love is chipped away.
For nothing is eternal but the confidence of the temporary.

Now I stand stupid in this place.
Cooking under the sun with an empty tray in my hand...
this is not your shadow next to me.
The concrete burns without you by my side.

Curiosity arises on me whilst in my slumber-
Begging for death - bland, little, and somber.
For what wine quenches in the finis?
Life contracts death as death to the mother.

Is the ship rested upon the seabed departed?
Lost and addled the skeletoned sailors uncharted?
Oh! Their diaries fail to notion-
Of a cataclysm that waves adapted to fainthearted.

For what our mirrors surrender
Is that which our ideals birth

There were no bodies tonight
There was only fog
Such a deep and ugly fog
Suffocating what little chance we had

Raise your hands now that the king is dead
Bring the poor out the streets the meek are fed
Bring sugar, milk, wine, and bread
Please lower your hands for the king is dead

May the ****** please come and feast with us
No need to starve like rats on crumbs and crust
We can show you peace, love, and trust
Oh please, the ******, come and feast with us

May the women who roam the night please come forth
We admire you because we all come from your birth
All humans, no lesser, from all east and north
May the dear woman from the night please come forth

Now that we have gathered I want to tell you all
What love and triumph serves to call
How we all rise with sun and sleep at fall
Please love yourself I’ve gathered tell you all

Shuttered are the street lights-
which hold our welfare.
Stalking the night time-
shadows dread their low glare.

The moon loathes their shining-
which leak puddles of light
onto the cold and dark street.
That keeps away the night.

As I float through my chair's arm.
A hug goes through my spine.
My knees hit the floor but only to climb.
I sink through the floor, seeping through
the cracks in the wood.
Feet thunder to my locked door.
While my laptop waits for me.
You will never feel my warm hands again,
pressed against your keys.
You and I lay silent.

Heave! Heave! On every breath
Leaving his body in unstaged scenes

Grabbing for air his lungs deflate
And he curls as a new born in a crib

His hands sweat and and his face fades red
toes curl from the tingle

With scrunched face he reveals white teeth
and hides his joy-filled eyes

Laughter unveils his just jubilation
or there is just a happiness in his means

Leaving for the colder time
the poet's friend begins to climb-
that staircase of reform.

But in the creek the poet thinks
when did our time begin to shrink-
o our bond is now deformed.

Age in it's wicked heart-
tipped and teared us apart.
I never took you as a ghost.

In youth I would always say,
"Can't wait to grow and move away",
never should've left the coast.

I miss you my old friend.
I know it's been awhile since then,
I ensure you my love is home.

But we will never be same again,
we will be away my friend,
drift apart you talented beast, may you roam.

A barrel filled with eyes carries one hope.
A rather gruesome and unpleasant hope,
that feast upon the living and the live.
For the barrel hopes of death.

The death of love, life, and everything in between.
The barrel asks for life, no matter rancid or clean.
Ringing on heavens portal there is no consideration.
For love is not its first mutilation.

If the dirtied moment was around
You would scream colored sounds
Driven from the under belly
Of the human lung so heavy
It could carve the leather from the couch
Would your tongue betray your mouth
Up against the ceiling tiles
The spine morphs its straight files
I feel so far from your cemented feet
Crystalize your costal heat
Brave is not your name
Passion bears not your pain

Death is in the realm of the simple
It can be belittled to a motion o’ so little
Its nature is bland
It concedes to a hand
Even a sane man can hold a pistol

Eyes, however, tell a different tale
When instructed to look past the crooked veil
Where can I stare
Where is the prayer
Of the monster that sleeps so frail

Pardon me if I speak in this form
But I can no longer live on this conform
My head lives in rumbles
My voice speaks in mumbles
Where can we sail from this calm storm

I feel like a beast when I speak
My eyes jitter and my mouth creaks
I would die to be sane
I would live to be vain
Why do the words in my teeth leak

My stutter sets flames engulfing my face
And I shatter relationships with such grace
A monster in his own accord
A monster left often ignored
I have felt my own lonesome place

Nothing feels real when you are trapped in the same empty room everyday. Life repeats without an audience to prey on your content. So why do you still put on a show?

Real knowledge fondles the mind
Real men take to what's kind
But little does he know he's blind
because he's let ******* define

What he perceives as genuine
And now he's forced to take medicine
because he crumbles under adrenaline
from the mixed concepts of feminine

However he stays so addicted
to the industry that restricted
his perspective and made him submissive
He doesn't even know hes a victim

And blames his inability on his head
As his confidence hangs dead
But he will not speak of it for word will start to spread
So every time he finds love he begins to dread

the nighttime, and the blankets
so now he has cuts to remind us
that to his lover he is useless
with his only use to fill a casket

He turns to the bottle and simulation
Because that's the only way he gets stimulation
But for the last hes felt frustration
For he's given in to his own damnation

The waves invite me to comfort
They can play the cave's harp

And in an unknown instance
My sandy feet turn wet

The water holds my legs
As it travels up my skin

Its sweet warmth drowns sorrow
And lifts expectation

But this is not my being
I am not one to inherent paradise

My toes curl on stone
Not upon an ocean floor

Perhaps my fear conquers humility  
And I should stand in darkness

Perhaps these voices are ungodly