Today I ate some pudding
It was the yummiest of all the kinds
I would tell you the flavor, but then we'd have to debate
Knowing the specific you always want to argue
Maybe you do this to mask the reason I even told you
I understand, but today I just don't have the strength to fight
The specifics don't really matter; not right now anyway
All I wanted to tell you, and for you to know
That at least today I ate.

I write poems for the people to read
but none of them can get what I say.
They can see everything I'm going to speak
but all they can get is that I type in English.
Feelings, Emotions, Passion the words they can grasp,
but the concept they can't understand.
This is a little bit too difficult to read,
so much easier if I could let you hear.
Let the concepts flow and let the English pierce your ears.
With that I'll be able to start your heart;
it' ll go rappa tat tat rappa tat tat.
We''ll be able to pump up the beat,
You and I will understand me.
Intertwining thoughts and imagination
my words are hard to hold,
but my English is that more difficult.
Enjoy the crumbling ceiling of this cathedral,
because viewing works of art makes you feel better.
But you can never understand unless you were there,
being able to breathe the same air
and hear the same thoughts.

We live in a cycle

my name is Michael

little kid rides a tricycle

while a grown up rides a bicycle

I have a sickle

to my right ventricle

some kid found a nickle

some grown up is being fickle

the red flood starts as a tickle

and ends at a trickle

little kid believes in a miracle

a grown up only sees an obstacle

my name is Michael

We live in a cycle

I don't know.
I don't know.
every step i take, where do i go.
where do i go.
which way do i fumble forward.
which way to face toward.
So Demanding.
Demanding that i find my Future.
Can't i live my Life.
Life can some times seem to be silently Still.
Still doesn't mean it's not in The Motions.
The Motions are taking too long to find a Meaning.
Meaning that could gift me Reason.
Reason to continue this Fight.
Fighting for knowledge and Love.
Love of which I long for and someone to Understand.
Understanding the loneliness i feel, would bring a path to the Right.
Right of not direction, but path leading away from Despair.
Despair of which i have been consumed with for many Years.
Years that i slept Away.
Away i shall Go.
Going to find my Longings.
Longing i shall not bury Again.
Again, this will Repeat.
Repeating is what I do.
I don't....

Don't read, this is a waste of your time
Rotting
does this associate food
this could pertain to my ill thought mind
I would consider rotting an equivalent to life
giving a definition to what we are all doing
something that begins quite small
and ends up quite ambiguous
Since involving all sorts of life, then food is associated
Like all food
Some begin to rot so much sooner than others
some decay at a rate much faster
if we were to consider them synonyms: decaying and dying
then we could all die at different rates
not physically, but also emotionally
maybe our insides are meant to turn to mush
and maybe some aren't in such a rush
sometimes I think I'm something that's already expired
something that is never desired
one of such simplicity
I could never create
gaining goals and headlining shows
I will believe that maybe some reach their  end much sooner
others will live for hundreds
where others will live to none
Sometimes the goal is not one to reach for
it's one that all must let happen
simply and respectfully
I am rotten
the only difference
some can comeback...
You shouldn't have read this

The warring battle of not good or evil.
Not right or wrong.
But at the moments notice what should be done.
Should I go out to struggle against the war of thought,
or meagerly accept that the battle has been lost;
Why not slide back into bed, a seemingly forever.
Because sometimes what is right is not always right.
And what is wrong is not always wrong.
Maybe defeat is the reality of what I need.
Would that not be so much easier.
Sorry to say, but that's what I'm leaning to.
Just cancel everything for the future, it's only war.
Request this slumber to peacefully accept that I am not meant to win.
This bed does not hold dreams.
The pillows do not rest my head.
"Comforter" oh please. It suffocates me.
These sheets were meant to bring the calm.
But they are my memories.
Reminders of why I can't leave,
and the very essence of why I should.

When things go bad.
All I want to do is smoke!
I don't smoke, but if it can cure the problems of others then why not mine?
Everything seems to crash upon the shores of Michael;
rocking the sea and the boats abroad that mighty cruise.
Cracking the shell of a mighty tortoise that once lived forever,
while a shell-less beast like myself crumble beneath the turtle.
Choking on each breath of air as if everywhere was Beijing;
a quick mist of miasma seems to clog the senses.
Where shall I go when all I can do freeze my body,
and decline my minds wishes to haphazardly stagger forward.
Today I do not smoke, but the next day I still do not smoke!
A sink hole appears insight and possibly everyone else will wonder in;
they may find what they were seeking for in the depths, but I cannot follow.
I cannot end a smokers fate,unless I also choose to break my will.
Today I wish to smoke, but the next I will wish to live.

*****.
What are you thinking.
are you so unaware of what is here.
what the **** are you thinking.
It's crazy to think what you think.
nothing.
I've told you it all already,
how can you say you don't see;
dense maybe.
that's too kind, I mean obtuse or impaired maybe mentally *******.
something must be wrong with you.
I'm happy that it's over.
just ****** for how spineless you are and only thinking of yourself.
grow up and use your words.
Don't spew out ******* I want the truth.
Don't spare feelings just speak the despair.
Don't waste more of my time saying you're crying,
because I've wasted too much time caring.
I'll find someone to care just like I do.
where you can find someone to hide with knifes just like you do.
Watch me as I walk away.
Because at least when I do you will get to see it.
*****.

Something about something
Can you speak of true intentions
Living to only get your pension
I see you bubbling
And it's got me wondering
Where are you going off to
All you are doing is fumbling through what others do
Sometimes aiming for the impossible
Is the most probable
Can't you find something not once traveled
If not then perhaps take a boat and paddle
I like you, are no longer going for gold
Although I haven't given up on the new
Your words are all about the whoo
Trying to impress, but you need to get dress
Sorry but your break is done over
and I still wonder...

Family what is family.
The people that decide to catch you before you fall.
Or the people that decide to pick up the broken pieces when you’ve been smashed into millions.
The millions of millions that no one else would be willing to pick up.
Even if those millions of millions was just a game to pick up a few missing parts.
They are the ones that will build a fortress around you and tell you the world is not safe for you my child.
But they will let down that gate, even knowing that the world isn’t good enough for you.
Family will have left the gate open for you to leave, but they will always beg for you not to go.
Even after you’ve left that mighty fortress they built all for you, they will cast themselves out to watch over you.
They will be the birds spying over your life, seeming to always be there, singing along to your tune of life.
Although family will also be the birds waiting above in the trees, ruining the new wash done to your car.
They will always mean to do their best; they will give all of what they can give and more.
No matter if they have to fight off the jackals of fate to speak to you once more, they will find a way.
If you are in another castle they will travel once more and once more until they find you again.
No matter how lost you become they will find the light in the deepest of caverns.
And if there is no light they will bring their own, because they know what will lighten you up.
Understanding they will be, knowing that tough times are tough to get out of.
With that knowledge they will be the best to have around, they are the ones that will accept that we all sometimes frown.
They are the blessing of life not only because they build fortresses around you, but have the ability to let you live.
No, they are a blessing because whenever you finally find out that they were the reason to so much happiness.
They will be there wondering, **** how did you just find out?

The Greatest Reaction
could be the simplest of things
oh, the things that it may be
The Greatest Reaction
could be the most complex of all imaginable things
oh, the things that it have limited themselves
The Greatest Reaction
could be no-thing
oh, the things that allow this simplicity
The Greatest Reaction
Could be all of these
oh, these things could be none of them
The Greatest Reaction
Could start with The Greatest Action
oh, the things that deserve A Greatest Reaction.

I can't help it
but wonder if all these animals are baiting my death
I don't know these cuties, they look innocent enough
sure that they are herbivores
no fangs, no claws, no ****** sacrifices
plain, smooth, and easy on the eyes
all their lumps and bumps
my heart starts to throb
I can't create such a beauty
nor dismiss those kind eyes
interact and build an idea of what species it is
what are you doing in the jungle to not come this way
see you some other day, I guess
we'll find out when I force you to come out and play  
to leave the safest cave
accept
because you can't help it