Nowadays,
people are quick to;
throw hands,
or be under the sun
throwing shade,

                              What a shame

Church bell ears;
I've heard the holy ring of an unwritten hymn in a minor key
Their piercing eyes, are bites of bullets, all pointed guns
as hands;  pointing out my immoral acts; three shots back
at them and one pointing up to discredit a God

A wrinkled heart,
by the irony of a preach; a church's lancet window,
Stained in sin of an unwritten scripture, and a scripted faith
On top of an unholy pedestal, all ready to cast their first stone,
alongside their own boulders of sin

Oh Lord, even if I don't believe in a God,
I'd believe in a better place than here
So my only prayer is being seen by your eyes,
as one saved from the desiring eye of the world


                                                   Amen.

If I had all the answers to the World's many questions, I'd probably live a perfect life,
And often than more times, I wish to fall into a coma to wake up in a next life, not bruised to the death of a Cold Knife.

As my own shadows of past would haunt me like a ghost still lost in the house of my heart,
I pray to die to self for a new rebirth,  rather to start a fresh, a fresh restart.

And O' on me how I've pushed so many away and shut myself in my own darkness.
And O' on how I've slowly gone numb in indulgement of regrets and ugliness.

May some one rescue me from this old existence, its time for it to die out.
Dear Lord help me , how I beg and cry out.

Existence...

Timely been finding losing myself insanity, hunger for preys of love.
Cold winters came and I fell deep into the hunger as the lion in the moment of the hunt, forced to starve.

Timely tried to fit the right numbers for the price tag, changed some colours to fit the picture.
Spending empty riches, only if that could make me richer.
But, really fast cars and a couple bills would be nice to fill some empty pockets with a couple holes.
Speak loud to that, the greed consumed me, wrapped my up for seconds in tin foils.

Timely I've lost manner to a formal self,
Time felt irrelevant but still played a role in my health and wealth.
Sometimes it felt good to be just selfish,
Unfortunately I had to turn my back which left me helpless .

See it now but a little later.
Is there something worth more to be succeeding on out there.

My breath feels forced today,
almost as if the weight of the world is crushing
down on me, making it a struggle to inhale.

My tired heart beats with a heaviness that mirrors the
off-white shade of my worn-out Air Force 1 sneakers,
reflecting the wear and tear of my weary soul.
As I took a step into today, I found myself unable to walk,
feeling as though my feet were cemented to the ground,
paralyzed by the burdens of life.

And yet, despite the overwhelming challenges,
I hold onto the hope that even if I overstep my boundaries,
my worth as a person will not be diminished or erased.
My life, my soul, my spirit and very being are worth
more than any material possessions, including the worth
of my shoes.

Looking into your eyes
why do I see more of me than you.
Like tunnel vision
finding lightness on the other end?

This feels like a rising sun
over a fallen dawn
A whisper of ten thousand thunders
I'm counting before the storm.
The rain will definitely fall soon
as will I, at the rein of love.

So perhaps I should take cover
under that tunnel.
Being head over heels,
might end up losing one of the two.
Inside this secret little tunnel
leading me to you.

Tell me if I can stay here.

At the scope of my own mind moving forward in life leaving the many things behind.
Strange to say, the man a few moments ago isn't the same today.

But then again, who is he if he no longer acts the same,
For in an average world we're all seeming plain. Dripping wet from the many tears of life, being like the rain.

Still I haven't rode through enough oceans of the many tears, for I fear being caught in all the commotion.
And only when I make it to a foreign land I'd have died of exhaustion.
From the idea of being in so many pictures but forgetting what it is to be posing.

So only then do I choose to learn, when the heart slowing burns out as the flesh rises to burn.
And I'll be fighting long days with the flesh, praying for blindness to rescue my eyes when they prey to looking underneath a dress.

So whoever chooses to meet by the scope, shall I save them a place.
But don't let me find you there at your fall of grace. Lest you fill me with worry.
And if that's how we only meet, truly I say I'm quite sorry.

****** drive,
a yearning of close when you're the thing I thrive.
Posture of a body built of a Goddess.
Nobody is perfect in the world baby, but I'm seeing you flawless.

I see something we could share together on a bed
When two wild fleshes come together to be one bound after we wed.

And as we both grow older.
A hopeful man like I could lift the weight of the world of your shoulder.

Stuck on the posture of your grace,
You stole my heart with a look on your face.
Before I could ever learn your name.
Stole my heart to leave me a heartless man. Baby you're to blame.

Making my point like a lost arrow.
Coming inside of you with such a opening of narrow.

Having you strong like a body of whiskey by the yearn of your posture.
You stole my heart and sooner or later it's going to cost you.

So today I asked myself if everybody else felt like me, we all share some similarities right?
We have a a bit of darkness in our life that needs a shinning, a bright light.
If you called your enemies would they answer?
If that pretty lady passed by, could you look forward and move on, could you pass her.

Day to day we almost all the same,
In the sense we have a dream in mind yet they all so different and unique like everyone's name.
But we are the sounds of a radio station playing all different sounds and tracks,
Would a person I only met today guide me, would we have each others backs.
If I jumped into a dangerous action,
If I put my life on the line for no reason, would he stop that reaction.

Day to day we all going ****** in our heads when the moment calls,
Or is that just me, sorry I should of kept that as my secret, not something to add to my many flaws.
But I know someone out there would nod their head to one of the many things I've said,
We would all fall asleep in an empty bed and pray we never wake up dead.

But that's just my day to day, that's all I can say,
Maybe it's yours too, don't really know, but let's just live this life in our own kind of way.

Going out passing judgements,
take a look at yourself,
Like passing out fetor flowers,
quick to check if you yourself don't smell.

A man of the many drinks, till the ends of the night the drinks drink him.
From the past, brought up in the mud.  Forgive the dirt I bring as your present.
Be unsettled with so, but don't mind my stay for I'm just the part time resident.

A couple pennies for thoughts, a few dollars for dreams and visions.
Speaking in the silence of the dreams to be.
Still to many ways to lie and many more reasons.

Like ever changing seasons, can't really stick myself to being one.
Warm hearts in the cold winters, cold and gloomy smiles across the summers of beach fun.

On the journey of life, but where to go.
Aching feet, I'd have walked all round in circles.
The troubled heart at times, but in my eyes none would know so.

The abstract pathways make no sense but still could clarify the motion.
As like the waves of sea's, moving back and forth without no ease.
Often a soul of lost, drowning in the depths of a bottomless ocean.

Like action movie scenes, often days are over-exaggerated.
Some things in life are way more than than they seem to be with added details.
Commonly overlooked by a downfall eye and the lies incorporated.

Alas, is the Abstract pathways, acting as a map to guide you nowhere.
How so unfair.

A storm of words
I'm washed by a rain of you
reigning on my mind

You rule every thought,
—a queen, and desirable factor
My smile towards you is filled with laughter

Like finding comfort
in the comforting words of a stranger
Feels strange to be trapped by my eye of one's beauty

But I guess I'd enjoy my eyes being a camera;
capturing every beauty sight of you.

Shall we not be two skies apart,
but of one being, and flesh.
Given a piece of myself for a trade of your heart.

Let's not waste into time, nor spare a moment,
but be eachs constant.
A loving inspiration for the words of this odd  poet.

Kindly gentle down your heart upon my hand,
being it little, it holds a lot.
Shall we be covered by love like the oceans  surrounding the land.
Kindly hidden amongst the waves, underneath pieces of sand.

Gently I hold onto you, dared not to lose,
for in a game of love, we'd seek to conquer.
Still, if all I had was little, I'd have something much to prove.

Joy with me as a smile like one of a young man in love,
whose stomach turns with butterflies.
Such feelings never being enough.

Journey with me if dared,
ride the longest mile locked in my arms.  
For true happiness is only a distance away, so shall I take you there?

I'd feel like a stranger at my own funeral-
who's that in the box, dressed better in death
than I ever managed in life?
Better than my quiet attempts-those empty rehearsals
at suicide.

Was this the last chance I had left?
Even in death, my voice isn't heard-
nor the screaming ones trapped inside my skull.
Even my ghost wouldn't believe it's dead,
still hoping the lives I tried to save
might pay my way past the gates,
buy out my debts.

But what if there's no heaven waiting?
What if another kind of hell greets me instead?
What if I never see my old friends again-
never laugh without fear,
never smile without pretending?
What if I never stop
being so ******* afraid
so strangely ashamed
to feel nothing,
to be numb to even shame itself?

All I wanted
was to be born again-
not into some perfect life,
but one that wouldn't lead me
back to searching for another end.
And isn't it strange-
how only in death do we see our regrets
with such clarity?
Because there's nowhere left to run from them
once we get
to the end.

The shadows gaze silently, cloaking me in divorce clothes
–splitting my mind in two. Nobody is innocent; for even
in the innocent eyes of a child, they must grow up –
Certainly no exception to this rule. At times, I find myself
draining the essence of my dreams, spiralling into a vortex
of procrastination, throwing my efforts down the drain.

Life is a canvas, and the art of existence is wrought with
suffering – the masterpiece of my story will be a portrait
painted with my blood, sweat, and tears, left as a haunting
Stain.

Yet, how we cast judgment upon the suicidal for not being
brave– praising the brave for flirting with the precipice of
risking their lives. As a true master of their courage; are
those who confront their deepest fears and still strive to
soar beyond them.

Still, I’ll walk through night as a strange person follows me;
only to discover that the shadows watching silently are
merely the echoes of my own regrets.

Asking myself where do I fall in people's eyes
–brave or suicidal...

I have one last bullet for your name,
and a trigger to inch that nerve for love

A magazine to read that body language,
and way to love you to no end, by that muzzle

A target to shoot my shot, and a license to
**** the time, when we spend it kissing each other

A quick reload on my words, knowing what to
say; those words that turn you on

As you look like a rose, and those roses are stained in red,
by the violence to love each other so true

And I mistook you for a treat, but it was a sweet death
knowing I would **** the whole world, to prove my love to you

                              It's such a tragic crime; -love.

these words sit on a page- there's a crush between
a paper and pen. ah, how smitten are they both, as emotions
feel deep as a well; metaphors and meaning start to swell -
here the poem sits, it sits as a work or art, pieces of the
human heart

may it's message shine as the echoes
of common ground, buried in truth, though a hint
of exaggerated lies, brings it up to rise to the reader's eyes.
             perhaps poetry is a whispered truth

an essence of each passing day, these are stories pinned
onto the page - here I am, but here I am searching for
the words to say.

Can’t help myself from swimming
SO DEEP,

In your thoughts –

It’s really the depth of your
conversation, that keeps me afloat.

childish tears
spilled popcorn during the show
chasing light in the night

a tent without a roof,
for aerials to perform in the stars

but alas, the craze is blue—
of tides seduced by the moon

Let’s start to make impure this fine linen, tainted
by both our body’s heat— our feet wrapped into
each other; open yourself to me, wide as these
clouds part away from the sky, to paint out such
an astounding spectacle

Along the pairs of flowers on your cheeks, right
here on this rosy bed, while words are floating at early
morn pillow talk; as that after pleasure still chases
after us both until the noon

Could we not have at another go, if it’s not too soon?

Soon as the wheels start to turn, upon these grinding
mills; my thoughts feel placed on that aware grinding stone
— that after most of my corny remarks, they somehow get
from you a serial response, to this series of our love making

As my summer to my eventual fall; the rev of my rocket engine
that yearns to break through the atmosphere of such fleshly walls-
a world that men look so forward to get lost while they explore

Could I implore you to let our horizons light up abroad; brushing
our warmth against one another of rays like a blanketing sun—
we still could mix a bit of fun with teasing harm. And capture the
savouring flavour of this love as it is found

As how I found you, isn’t how I’ll leave you- as
my left behinds- besides your behind’s juicy fruit
there’s still a bowl of the tree that I must sample
of its sweetened vines

This honey of the moment, has made jealous bees
crash land into that closed window- their sting of
which makes them so short lived. Yet the sting of your
lips, proves the revival of my stinger’s gift, to pull
the nectar that waits for me from the flower’s honest
form

Tables are set in place; the appetizers have run their
course of these sweet nothing’s words; as the di-vine
air becomes so thick- trying to challenge your cheeks
as my eyes appear as a lost lion in need— a lioness
burning away in her heat. Come to me oh darling, to find
such a sweet release

I follow the path of your memory
like the imprints of lines etched on my arm
after a deep sleep. However, your presence
never rests within my thoughts.

Rich or poor in yourself
shall I not love you as at such,
A day onto another day is not a bit of care I give as just enough.
So why trouble a broken heart as it be,
let alone a lesson still to be learnt
for hearts of many trying so hard to be free.

Open the blinds of my eyes to let the light in.
Troubled days many as my ever growing hairs,
Many a fall trying to break away a pit from a thousand a sin.
As so, I hate to have time to be fooling around
Surely I need not to be wasting all time for it sickens me from feeling a sense of proud.

And these words will become so as strange
Still I'm wishing to be going home so hail me a taxi to drive away from this darkened empty cage.
Let my favourite song play as loud on this lonely long trip.
And if I make it home early tonight pour out one more shot for me to sip.

Still if the ego of my pride grew too much, cut it by a root,
If a taste of lust were to be so sweet, cut my tongue and leave me to just mute.

For all around the world there's a party I could be to,
more drinks to lose my soberness at the bottom of this bottle to such an addiction that grew.
A thousand destinations to park my own kids by the flesh,
To be such a fool to lose responsibilities
of my purpose for I'm caught up by the skins underneath her dress.

Yet I should learn like Mother once told me when I did her wrong.
A quick reminder of what such troublemaking shall bring is stuck in my head like a ringing song.

Emotions that feel like morning traffic
—people are rushing to fall in love
Their tears are like a morning sun,
you blink once and it all seems to be gone.

While my eyes are like a bed; wrestling on
a mattress just to fall asleep
My kisses act like their in charge, to
make another mouth my turf to assert my dominance,
Though I see some of us live quite a remote life,
but we are often the ones who want the most control.

The ones to always rise to the loudest occasion,
pretty much the same people, who could never smell a rose.

Don't sell yourself short,
child the world is too tall
Trying to reach to the top;
you must invest in a stool
Grab what you need at that top shelf,
quickly, quickly before they make you fall

Don't sell yourself short,
child your soul is too tall
It's easy to sell out, but not to buy
into those worth while dreams
What sells the self is a sellout,
and I wouldn't want you to lose it all

Chuckles
          Ironically, I'm sold by that advise.

Only human; as it seems
Fallen into sin when falling onto my
repenting knees
Saying cheese to the screens,
stuck in a lens of eyes to capture my dreams

Was dead at times, when I felt alive
Questioning myself around the ideas of suicide
Out of sight, out of my mind,
still in this out of foresight and feeling drunk out of mind
Numb to the fact of not being treated well in kind, for my kind

Still that's human- at most when you all know you're a little broken
A clock for hearts; ticking slowly in the circles love
gave us for being too open
Proceed with caution; judging the proceedings of
reasoning your one focus

The forecast today:

Under the cloudy weather, it doesn't all have to be grey
It's okay to not be okay,
you don't have to picture yourself a perfect person, if it's not an easy picture to portray

It's okay to not be okay,
just be the best version of yourself day by day

It's going to be okay

Threw my heart,
hoping for a catch.
Life too played such a wicked  game,
on the other side of that,
It had a bat,
taking a swing,
Didn't even miss unlike me.

It's tragic,
search these hands for a bit of magic.
The spells and tricks to make pain disappear. Wish I had it.

Collective,
read through my thoughts of these message.
Collective,
of my thoughts constantly burning.
Deceptive,
the will of change barely yearning.

Soon I'll leave my doubt,
surely what's eating me in must come out.

Not done till my heart's  complete,
run away from the trouble. Lord where are your hand's retreat

I just need to escape,
holding odds of the stakes,
Shadowy mind stuck in the clouds.
Heart out of line in foreign states,
playing the fool out of bounds.

O' the escape. ...

Horses will run a mile,
but at the end of the day be stable
It's a consistent manner,
we all could follow.
Really if you're that willing and quite able.

Black as an even fair, beautifully paid by the sun's kisses,
I marvel at the mesmerizing tone of your dark skin, akin to
a painting brought to life.

The way the sunlight caresses your complexion reveals a
radiance that is ethereal, as if the heavens themselves have
blessed you with their touch. It is as if the universe conspired
to create a masterpiece, blending the stark contrast of night and
day, merging darkness and light into a harmonious symphony
of beauty.

As the evening sun graces you with its warm embrace, casting
a gentle glow upon your features, it illuminates the hidden
depths within you. Within the lovely twirls of your hair, I see
a multitude of joyous moments interlaced, each strand a testament
to the ebbs and flows of life.

They seem to dance and twinkle, reflecting the light of
your spirit and the resilience that carries you forward.
It is in these majestic tresses that I find solace, a sanctuary where
dreams and aspirations intertwine, creating a symphony of desires.

I swear, with the utmost sincerity and conviction, by the
promises I make to myself and to you, that I shall forever long
for something as rare and precious as you are. Like a cherished
gem, hidden amidst the depths of our motherland's embrace,
you represent the culmination of generations of strength and
resilience. You are the embodiment of the legacy of our ancestors,
who fought tirelessly to reclaim their voices and redefine their existence.
By cherishing you, I honor their sacrifices, carrying their stories
and their bravery within my heart.

The tenderness and care that reside within the depths of my being
compel me to cherish and nurture you with every breath I take.
Your presence evokes a sense of awe and wonder, for you are an extraordinary creation, a queen among queens.
Your regality shines forth in every interaction, radiating grace
and dignity. In my devotion to you, I find purpose and meaning,
a profound connection that transcends time and space.

Loving a black queen runs deep within my soul, permeating
every aspect of my being. It is a love that defies boundaries
and conventions, embracing the fullness of who you are.
In loving a black queen, I celebrate not only the physical beauty
that graces your form but also the strength that flows through
your veins. It is a love that embraces the complexities and
intricacies of your journey, appreciating the layers that
shape your identity.

Together, we create a tapestry of love and understanding,
woven with threads of compassion and resilience.
And in this love, we find the infinite possibilities that lie
within our unity.

Look at me so devine;
with the two stars-
  you stole from the Heavens.
As when you cry;
so must the entire universe too.

Of all the years I have;
you make an eternity feel like-
      just a walk.
Of all the crossroads in my mind;
  you're the only running thought.

A butcher of the sky;
that carved beauty into my eyes.
A sweet whisper of love;
that simple words melt my heart.
A really swollen memory;
of all their joys ready to burst.
An oath of courage;
that my lips shake at the first verse.

How so, and how true;
   love does so much to us.
How joyous and how true;
  do I write this verse to...no-one.

No-one it seems;
is so deserving of this love verse.

This blind man is too busy gazing at this empty wall
I tried to tell the deaf man next door, but you were to busy listening to soundless beats to hear me call.
The druggie in me took five imagery pills to **** the buzz
My brain was in some kind of blitz from drowning in shadowless trees, counting wheels on motionless cars.

Condensed in an empty space of just  more fullness
Cutting in a straight line of this circling square, trying to find it's cruelness.
Speeding too fast in a not so slow lane
Young old boys killing time and stress, still sounding all the same.
Cover up your face from way behind
Fact that factor up and tell yourself what you may  find.

Pour a glass into a straight shot
Don't let the bartender  make me taste any of that, stuff is way too **** hot.

Condensed shadows but we living in the light
Shutting my eyes shut, but I haven't lost any of you out of my sight.
I gave the whole world a low high five
She still yet to give me back  that response, but she better hurry up because I filled an empty pool  with dreams, now ready to dive.

One man's will; another man's want,
We all shoot our words with an offensive gun,
And chase the time like cowards who run.
The chorus of life; we all sing her song,
Speaking of the past in a present tongue.
The future of one man; another man won't want,
The chorus of life unveiled; we all sing her song.

Inhale your airways till it turns into dust
I don't wish to grow old on your love when it feels like rust.
So if I die tonight to let you live a second longer, surely I will and must.

Exhale who I am onto to your flesh
Reckless as I am you'll still take up the mess.
Why not lie to me about how you're really feeling when you know it's hardest to confess

I'll take in all that you are, but shall I give.
I'd face all my Demons, probably lose my breath. Give my life for you so to live.

I'll face the wake even though I wish to sleep
Keep you as you are.
I'll do the most that hurts me on constant repeat
Willing that much to go this far.

Don't act so afraid if I raised my voice to bring you down to your place.
Don't let a tear run down your face.
Just find comfort in my loving embrace.

But don't try to lean on my pride
Nor ride the rollercoaster of my troubles,
For you won't enjoy the ride.

But still promise to stay by my side.

My fears may run like a river through my regret
And you'll think I may never face them. But you don't know yet.
For the course of that river is still not set.

I'll face the wake, though I wish not to,
I'll stick to my word even without glue
For I'd do it all for you.

Open wide eyes searching for a connection
Despite her glass tongue that
had cut you down in crude remarks
In regards to how they see you-
as good as not seeing you at all

The sadness of one
could be the joy of someone looking at
it from an achieved hand
They would laugh publicly; but in secret
be sad too. No-one can escape a moment of feeling so insecure

Dress my car with new takkies,
with a girl by the side, looking a bit tacky
It would break my heart,
once we stop loving each other,
Quicker than the halt of my new brake shoes.

But with her, I had walked a mile,
and kissed so many times with her devilish smile
I learnt how to speak a demons tongue,
to demonstrate by every tomorrow,
an example to say, "I need you now"

As we'd get high on the laughs
about the lowest and saddest of things,
But strangely enough, my humour was high brow.

She'd be a Medusa in my eyes,
turning my thoughts into stone
-there's always something heavy on my mind,
dear, you always weigh heavy on my mind.

Everyday is a New day which means all the mistakes you made the previous day are all in the past and you can live the best of you right now.

Be quick to apologise but even quicker to forgive.
Don't be shy to have an open hand to help those around and to give.
Live life to the fullest while you still in the very moment,
And today can always be the day you do something great. So own it.

Speak from your mind but never forget your heart,
And love from your heart but never leave your mind. For nothing can be working together right if the two sides are far apart.

You try to see everything beautiful in this world,
you've got roses in your eyes,— you're pretty much blind.
Those two pretty eyes, rosey cheeks look like the petals of your blushing love, — I'd like you to be my pretty bride.

Let me give a personal measure
to myself;- the ruler isn't long enough
But by the rules of society,
I might be overcompensating,
so I'll have to break them both in half

I'm a walking conversation,
The weird kid at the back dreaming he could change a whole nation,
Getting close to that, going to be the next demonstration.

This is just a quick story I have to run through,
But I hope it could speak to you and you and you,
The old man busy feeling so brand new.

Waiting for the day my story finds it's end,
Sleep a thousand years to dream it all on my cloudy bed,
And have a conversation with Jesus Christ my best friend.

But let me end it here this is all I have for today,
See you other time on a better day,
I'll see everybody in Heaven soon, and let's hope it's all fare play.

An out of site out of mind
Broken eyes. Alas I blind.

Black vein under the flesh. Thrills of the chaotic world.
Shut my ears from these many secrets untold.

Piece by piece try to build myself up to be a tall tower
Pretty scents in a nose blocked away from a hint of sweet flower.
Perhaps colour blind but still seeing the world in a brighter light.
Try to do things in accordingly steps. To try be right.

For how a taste of evil and revenge could taste so sweet
Yet aches my stomach from too much indulgence of this very evil treat.

And O'Father and dear Mother, don't see such of your son in the steps of them
For he may be fallen from your wise lips and strayed away from your very stem.

Still will he have found a place in He of the Kingdom maker
To be as I were created as his Child. A giver than a taker.

The night's blowouts — Are like my last candle before the night is gone. It's a comforting ritual, lighting that candle and reveling in the flickering flame... The soft glow illuminates the room, casting a gentle light on the shadows that gather. It's in these moments, in the solitude, that I find solace. I cherish the tranquility as it offers me an opportunity to reflect and escape the chaos of the world. The candle's warm glow creates a haven, —a sanctuary where I can truly be myself.

And while I don't mind being alone, there is an undeniable
pull to the memories we shared: They wrap around my mind like vines, intertwining with my thoughts and emotions.
Looking in the mirror, I see my reflection intertwined with
the shadow of your memory.
It's as if we're dancing together, across time and space,
moving in harmony with the music of our past. The melody of our shared experiences plays softly in the background, a bittersweet tune that still resonates deep within my heart.
The dance we shared was a masterpiece—,_ filled with
passion, laughter, and tears. Even though the song has
ended, its melody lingers, etching its mark on my soul.

Still like the past, the memories in it comes to pass, allowing us to grow and evolve. They are like stepping stones, guiding us towards a future where new memories are waiting to be created.
Even if I have to create a new life without you...

Time, like a river flowing effortlessly,
glides through the hands of mankind.
In a futile attempt to grasp its elusive nature,
man wields a worn-out butter knife,
hoping to tame its relentless passage.

With each stroke of their rusty blade,
he yearns to bend time to his will.
Yet, his efforts are in vain, for time remains
indifferent to his feeble attempts.
Like a blunt instrument, his desire to control time
only leads to self-inflicted wounds.

As the days pass, the consequences of his
futile struggle become apparent.
The man's obsession with manipulating time
takes a toll on his well-being.
The butter knife, once a symbol of his determination,
becomes a harbinger of his downfall.

In a cruel twist of fate, the man's relentless
pursuit of power over time leads to his untimely demise.
His body succumbs to the ravages of high cholesterol,
a consequence of neglecting his health in his quest for control.

Thus, the irony of his situation becomes evident.
In his pursuit of mastering time,
he becomes a victim of its unyielding nature.
The man's story serves as a cautionary tale,
reminding us that time cannot be tamed,
and that our efforts to control it may ultimately
lead to our own downfall.

Blowing gas,
the smoke of hell rests itself inside of my lungs
There's ash in my eyes, slowly turning into dust
my body is made of rust, from the metal making up my cold heart
As the saltiness I have for love, comes from chasing after someone,
and being so worked up by the sweat on my brow
By the touch of such a touchy subject; I still feel nothing,
but just this feeling of feeling so numb
My voice goes as deep as the pools of swimming thoughts,
and I'm not feeling shy to drink a bit of chlorine
I see everything so clear, clear as the substance in my bottle,
as with a free spirit, I'm not too shy to shoot a shot
And let me mix the odds with a bit Oz,
in my adventurous tendencies, clicking my glasses
to feel like there's no better place like home
But I'm at home, drinking alone, and writing out forgettable poems

      ..Penning out random thoughts,
           my metal health is only a mental note

May have lost a lot of time
but I can't lose anymore hope
Can't hold onto the past,
never ours to hold
But you can hold onto hope.

You're a 95, and I have 99 ways to show you love
Still four years behind, I could never afford your touch.
But I could teach you how to bite those words,
straight after I bite that peach.

And even if I walked a mile,
I could never be invited to be on those streets
But let's be honest, I love to kid around a lot,
so no wonder why you just call me a kid.