I was born for the noose
Because I love to hang my head
I don't do much with my life
*Except wish that I were dead

Staring at the ceiling wanting to go to Bed
I could start to fall asleep now if I could only find my
Head

Lead
In my mechanical pencil trying to fit inside your picture perfect stencil
I color you in

Are we ghosts or are we just animals?

Playing in the attic
watching stale t.v.
Television stattic
The best thoughts - they come at 3AM
When no one is awake because no one has taken them

It's something beautiful that no one wants
Dandelion ****
My brain is empty most of the time but wakes and knows when to feed

We all just tell people what they want to hear
We're just going through the motions
I'd rather die than work 9-5
Strap bricks to my feet and throw me in the ocean

Let the waves crash over my
head

Are we ghosts or are we animals?

Are we really alive or are we
dead?

Take me
Make me
Feel alive again
I have nothing left
But clichés

Her body was made of frosted glass
You could see all of her muscles and tendons working inside in perfect unison like clock gears
when she breathed or
smiled

Somehow

This made you believe she was human

Cleanse me

Wash away these sins
Let them disintegrate into the cool water
As I float like a child cradled in the womb of a loving mother
Free from the dirt that never left my feet

Drown me

These sins were never mine.

It's only until you are broken you are free.

My skull is made of glass.
I'm afraid there's nothing in there.

A small machine
Like a wind up toy automatically running
and
when you forget to twist

The body stops entirely.

I am nothing
I want nothing

I do nothing
I do not even breath
I do not feel cold or hungry or hot
I love and hate nothing

Only the things that I know I am supposed to

The world rotates on without me
And I am stuck spinning
Like a top in a dream or a movie
Round and round and round

I do everything
For everyone
I am still empty

Spinning spinning spinning

I am nothing

You take her to an action movie
And take her to dinner
Then you drive her home
And you talk about the movie  
And laugh

It's always red hot fun
Touching a burner when your mother told you not to

It's the same every weekend
Sometimes she starts a fight about pigs, pearls, and forgotten dates
You don't listen

You both only ever saw glass
Thick, dark, and impermeable

you never thought to ask
why we never fall in love anymore

But it's just fine
When you're bored
There's always another waiting

Your favorite color is green
But my eyes will always be brown

Down by the ocean
there's a red brick tower and it sits
in the misty fog morning
isolated
and that's where I live
shining from the top
trying to guide you back home
just come back home
don't you know I'm so alone?
And I guess I should have known
from these games we play
Nothing would have lasted anyways
You never were the best sailor
Your ship is sinking, crashing into my shore
Can't you see I can't take this anymore?
Playing Battleship
I miss you score
Down by the ocean
the blue waves sing me a song
It plays and plays all night long
and I ask myself which one of us is wrong?
Take this pill the siren chants
and you won't care anymore
Living in an illusion
paralyzed by the truth
Nothing matters anyways
not the ocean
not the ship
not the tower
not me
not you

I am laying down
The rusty red bricks
And
The dark wet heavy grey cement
In an almost robotic method
Cold and simple
Mechanic
To build the wall that will go in-between us

You can huff and puff
But you're never ever going to break me down

You are pathetic
You are unworthy
You are rotting away on the other side
You are already a corpse
Dying
From the uranium in your bones

I will create a quarantine of the heart
And why wouldn't you want me to?

You're the one who told me so.

She sets her life up for failure
And
Now she waits for inspiration

Go ahead and steal this poem

Do with it what you wish
Because
I wrote it for you

So someone somewhere could steal something

Go ahead and steal this poem
It's what all poets do

I don't have much of a picture to paint

You think I'll never be enough
Because I can't relate

Artists have been famous for much less

Because sometimes it's the simple ones that are the

Best

Even when the sun is shining

The sky
is
         still

                                      *Blue

Like a *****
I'll take it all
Down my throat
Gasp for air and
Choke

The white hare smiles.
It smiles with the smile that a girl ought to smile.
The hare is fast enough to outrun it's predators,

I am not.

And even then, sometimes the fastest hare is caught.


White becomes pink
Pink becomes red


These are the colors of my brain splattered on the plastered
wall.

The hare is alive.

I am dead.

I'm a wondering man
Who doesn't know what love really means
I'm too young to be done but too old to be seen
I'm obsessed with a woman -
She loves drugs,
but she doesn't love me.
I wonder too much.
I wonder about God, the stars, and trust.
I don't know where I'm gonna go
Not enough room to roam
Hotel lights all alone
"You're addicted to your telephone."
Black out make out and repeat
All in the search for a new love..
I face defeat.
I wonder on.
I wonder on.
I wonder on.

My doctor asks me
"how are you feeling?"
From one to ten
"Are you depressed?"
"Are you happy?"
"Is this the end?"

I say
"I am not sure how I am feeling, but today the sky is a dark despondent stormy cloud gray and this could be the end or the beginning of something new."

I'm never sure how I feel anymore since I've fallen in love with you

They serve me cold liquid imitation eggs for breakfast
And my mattress is solid plastic
I am only allowed outside at certain times
There are no windows so patients cannot
escape
We're all on suicide watch
When the night gets late

The girl next to me asks me if I want a demon
To be my friend

I already have one.

And

This

is the end.

The human race is amateur
No one reaches godliness or
Perfection
There is only a soul searching
For answers in an answerless world

empty glass vases

Their only purpose is to be filled with floral waters
But there are chips and cracks in them all
And even the most fathomless bouquet arrangements
Carnations, daffodils, baby's breath, poppies, sunflowers,
roses


All die.

And the way to get through life
Is to tell them all what they want to hear*

The sweet **** spews out
With rotting apple cores and snow pink freezerburned meats

Starving pigs eat it just the same

Like robots and drones they are drowning themselves

In ****

Mouthful after mouthful they swallow

And after their fat bellys over fill until they explode from gluttony

I will be rich

A worker bee without a queen
Born to serve
Not to lead
With no one to obey
What purpose does he have?
Patiently waiting for someone to walk by
Counting each buzz the seconds fly
A waste of space
A waste of time


And all he has to do is sting.

In today's society
You need one of three things
For success

Money
              A high IQ
                                  American Beauty

Those who have all three -

Are GODS.






...
(The artists are left to die)

I am not sure if it is
Fools who attract other fools
Or dresses that are a bit too tight
Soft dainty fabric presses against sunkissed summer skin
almost to reveal the soul
Hoping anyone will see
Like old men who stop to stare at bright garden daisies that are
Dying in the mists of milk cloudy grey

There's nothing to write anymore
No great wisdom to be found
Everything has been said
Happy or sad
Alive or dead

The philosophers', poets', and politicians'
Words live on till the earth's end

And my name will drift then drown in silence on
A whisper
On one last breath

She's in her Kansas bed filled with
Straw of yellow gold
Staring at the empty ceiling
She wishes she was home
Shoes of ruby click three times

She is already there the

Sickness remains

You were created from
nothing

Born
Into a world
Where people believe you need
Something

To
Be
Happy.

"You can't write like me!"

I said.
(To justify insanity)

However,
You replied

"Poetry is dead."

Raw pure cane sugar
And sand to stir

In your morning drink

Because life's too short
Not to be sweet

We'll walk down to the ocean

Shore, salt, shine, and ****
Seagulls and shellfish

laugh at a joke I can't seem

to

*understand

Put me in your mouth
Like one of those
Cigarettes you smoke
Light me up
Embers so hot so red
Breath me in
Like one of those
Cigarettes you smoke
My ashes fall to the ground
And you'll feel so good too
Embers so hot so red
I'm an addiction
Like one of those
cigarettes you smoke
It's all I'm good for
I know you want more
But you can't have any baby
So hot so red
You used me all up
Just like those
Cigarettes you smoke
And I'm so bad for you too
As I fill your lungs
Into your boiling blood
You're inside me
I'm inside you

I am an inspiration.

I sing to the birds
I sing to the cat
I pray to the god and goddess
I cleanse my spirit with smoke
I talk to the trees
I talk to the sky

If you could only see me this way

In the cool gentle morning
The birds sing back
The cat purrs warm
The trees wave hello

And the sky

The sky shines.*

The god and goddess are here with
Me
And
My spirit is cleansed with smoke

There is enough love to go around for
Me*



Your love is a joke.

I have lost myself to
A man with no name

I found him while
Searching the stars
The sun and moon

I could never get enough of him

The longer he grows
The shorter he gets

He is infinitely invincible
In a never-ending loop
No one and nothing can
Stop him

Every time I fall asleep
In laggard or lament
He drinks deep rusty burbon
Until wasted

He doesn't wait around for anyone
Yet he is always there, like an
Omniscient god

He is in his own dimension
One you cannot sense
(Yet you preceive)

He is a healer
He is father of all

In all times

Springtime, wintertime
Summertime, fall

You have never loved
me

You never will love
Me

Yet

I will always love
You

You'd love to love

Her
The invisible girl
With magnetic dreams
She's waiting
Smiling and spinning
Dancing and dazzling
Glittering and glistening
For
You

She's got it all
Everything you could
Want or need

She is still waiting for you
She is still yet to be seen

Sitting there
Stagnant air
But the light still shines
All around
Skin
Breath
Sound

it's all fun and games
Until someone falls in love

Could it be you?
Could it be me?


It only happens when it's meant to be

A little girl
Has lost her words
Or rather the will
There is no hope
So take it down
Swallow it whole
Dry horse crumbles
white blank pill

Time to move on
Little girl stuck in the sticky black tar
Soon you'll be bones
And then they will use you
For petroleum and gasoline
Set your tresses on fire

There's no desire
No she does not want to go
She wants a new life
Polluting the world
And helping you get around

Whoever she loves
Please
Help her out and
Never set her down

Death
Is a backdoor man
Comming in as sneakily
As he can
To steal your wife away

Although you may be livid
His ecstasy and euphoria is
Unmatched
And is making her happier
Than you ever could

Some would hate him to come around and lift them off their feet
Other wives await his arrival with excitement
Sometimes even to the point
They come knocking on his door
A few stay loyal and cheat him his chance

Eventually he comes and claims what is his
With a dominance no other man could bare
And when he takes them with this power
Pleasure is eternally theirs

Running and writing in
place
Trying to find an ounce of grace
Searching in the mirror for my
lost face
Since there is no meaning for I to brace
I'm just floating weightless in the cyber
abyss of space
I'm thinking I need to win this race
So help me fill my strawberry red heart with
black lace
because one day I'll be gone without a trace
and I can't seem to slow the
pace

I want to write something with
Importance
Something with weight
Something people love
Something people hate
To make my life worth more
When I'm sitting outside the big red door
Wishing life hadn't gone by too fast
I want my soul to remain
After my body has passed
To make other people feel
Is how I make myself real
I need this more than you do
My only friend
There is nothing of true
Importance
In the end

If Earth could speak
Would it believe
The relationship with the human race is
Parasitism

If Earth could speak
Would it say
It is suffering
Dying

If Earth could speak
Would it ask
For help

Are humans a burden to the Earth
Or is the Earth a burden to humans

Destruction is needed for creation
Or is there something much bigger at play?

Bigger than sea, space, and partnerships

The earth speaks
The universe speaks


Human consciousness


Be kind to Earth
But never undermine existence

I'm just an addict
Overdramatic
Shooting up with melancholy

And I'm hopeless
Because I'm a romantic
Which is no way to be
I can't seem to find my feet
Or take a seat
Droning on and on
For a lost cause

with all the freedom you're entitled to
But I'd never take that away
So what's the reason why I stay
Your slave in my own self-made chains

Finding self esteem
Finding purpose in your every need

Because you are suicidal
In denial
And shooting up with melancholy

Hornets and wasps
fly as fairies
in a springtime
green sunlit bloom
They dance around various bright warm colored poppies
like spaceships inspecting stars in the vast dark sky
and at 3p.m.
you may believe
magic is real

as ignorance is truly bliss

1.
I need a spark
To start a fire
One last fight
For one last poem
My muse
Will no longer
Be of flesh and blood

2.
And then God said so it shall be
The sky
The earth
The trees
The water
Fire

3.
Only nature
Can give me meaning
When I am alone

Words are power
And my power

*Is limitless

Storms of change
Are on the horizon
In the grey mists of air
Rain droplets condense
And condense and condense
Until one by one
They fall
Lamented and flying from the ******* of clouds
Into the ionized air

Free at last

To flow
From roads, hills, and mountains
Down to rivers, lakes, and oceans
Deep into the soil giving life
All possibilities

*much deeper

She has a housewife heart
Baking warm chocolate chip cookies
For every single person (including the cat)
So no one felt left out

She mixed and mixed
With that big wooden spoon
Not one single person
Got to lick it
with their fat strawberry tongues
And no one felt left out

She's obsessed
And is baking for
The children she has yet to have
And the husband she has yet to love
And the coworkers at the stable job she hasn't yet gotten the degree for

But she needs them all
So she doesn't feel left out

Pouring cream into coffee
Pacific white swirls melt into
Placid steady dark brown
Pivotally changing to something new
Placed to balance
Polarization conjoined bitterness to sweetness and cold to hot
Propagated our warm delight
Portions now inseparable; never going back
Picture
Perfect

Nothing exists in isolation

We must surround ourselves in
life like light
shining and gleaming upon everything
To show the world
Not only that these rays are real
but also
To make us see
we are present as well

That no one is truly alone
When you still have the sun

Letters conjoin to make
meaning
They fall into place
like humans fall in love

soemtmies not in the rihgt palce but sitll

has *meaning

Come full circle
Turn back time
Everyone knows everything dies
But is it the end or the beginning?
The earth tells me it's the middle
But through trees and people
No one knows
Life gives us questions
death give us peace
Return to nothingness
Come full circle

does She capture fireflies
with Her smile
or is it the way She talks about God?
Her fields grow high untouched
with wildflowers and sunlight
She is a goddess at best
everything pure
treat Her kindly for
She is the giver of life