So I see whith closed eyes,
I can't help but taste tears gently cried. Truth be told wish I died can't you see it was me I couldn't hide. I just don't fit into this world, nothing like these boys and girls. Never define that piece of mind only within a perfect world so I sit here all alone now this shell became my home. I want you please just comfort me through my eyes you can never see will never be. Hope you know that all these tears have you drowned my fears locked inside, please help me open my eyes take my hand trying to understand I wish I tried almost died. I can drag this on and on it wouldn't change this tragic song if I find that piece of mind maybe soon I can be gone what went wrong?

Forward this recluse to the front lines of society a pen is his only weapon karma is the only escape. Wielding it in blinded fear a new wilderness lies before him. I feel gift for I am this a weapon against self. I choose in reason karma hide when need me karma I fasten this pain to finger you crawl out exposing my true self tearing flesh from bone creating a portal to see, to be. I will fight on the inside **** I will cry and lie to myself judging you for you for me. I will throw glass throat this Glass House and expect nothing to break, blending you when it does. In introverted crown my masks impenetrable karma my God heavily-armed poised for attack when you blink throwing questions at question. Tears stain my cheek as you walk by. I use my weapon when I'm alone karma I sit with myself nice off couch what a comfortable Stone karma Caesar's grass bring oceanic scented insights into an oil stained mill City. I'm asking myself questions taking notes and watching. I bask in the bountiful harvest of knowledge display before before us all each and every day weather it's the body floating down the canal the soft Moon blooming Jasmine in the springing months my eyes water yeah my flow is uncontrolled.

Pounding through the Lost confusion was a tranquility of a summer day dream. Whisperings of bated breath softly exhaled to needles we loved the summer of joy, the summer of hate this summer the sun never had risen. The summer our eyes stared blankly at awkward forming clouds. We danced Joy infields freshly bloomed oblivious to reality . That was a time of hate, a time of anger a time of love where àll was lost in the Poppy induced cancer of agonizing lies.

I saw a computer chasing a pen as the follen artist cried tears of emptiness. I saw confusion ridiculed by reason as I saw a book watching TV. I saw my reflection in a field of poppies dancing blindly with a syringe, I saw promise held down by lies, hope strangled reality. I saw the homeless ridiculed by societies ignorance. I saw all my dreams injected into screaming viens who recoiled at truth.................. To be continued

The uneducated poet whose words describe before you. Poetry? Phsyco scribbles? Which is what? Is it the mere thoughts of the perpetually pained? Joy of the joyless? The sights of the visualist, or the tortured soul silently screaming from within gazing through opened wounds that never seem to heal. Or is it the Lost imagination of a child who forgot to grow up? Pain and suffering seeing the bearing the greatest I have to cite or maybe it's the pain that see the beauty in its expression. The philosopher who knows nothing of philosophy the poet who knows not to spell knows nothing meaning with the feeling the flow. May death bring closure to this absurd fantasy? May the organized religions crumble to dust may we all be as meant to be free. For us to view in our own unique perception. Each formation separately viewed distinctively my perception in yours. Oneview one God for strength scripture since birth he programmed belief. By the time it's all over we realize we were bored in the vast destruction occupied site of the cloud. So much wasted time time we should have spent acknowledging on our owncloud our own changing vision our belonging to self.

I saw a needle making love with it's self within a field of poppies, egotistical in it's savagery, swirling within a storm of love filled lies. I watched in wrapt amazement seemingly drawn to the promise of a world thought unobtained, a world only in dreams, I drank the sweet nectar of the gods as the poppies cried their tar, bringing an ****** of lies cries a loneliness that brought a beauty one could only dream. Conspiring confusion as I dove deeper into dillusion where freedom was shackled thoughts perpetually repeating until thought became obsession no matter the consequences. Alone in my thoughts, injecting more lies I silently follow further into the the desolate terms of this silent contract.

A soft sanctuary within the catacombs of loneliness arepas soul of Hope of digging me racist through madness and confusion in a blind rage. The clouds versus sadness cleansing my reg enjoy Bazaar laughter of joy and sadness loneliness and hopelessness, impending doom at every turn. I burrow this and that the river's edge my own piece of conflict is the sound of river flow over the drowning rocks.