Apples appeal to people
with a preference
to not
peel

Ten silly words
arranged in
an
even
sillier
fashion.     Right?

With deep decaying grievous withdraw,
i stand a withering wall of dust and straw.
Passing moments, brutal wasting.
Apparent from the start but intangible to the  heart.
Ticking and tocking the baby asleep rocking, the bird in a tree
and the bee in a flower. To soon
I remember when smells lost their taste
and
when April showers brought May's waste. To June

women are terrible.
women are the worst.
women are the anti christ
and
women are a miracle

To inhale or to sit.
No internet no Soul
No one around to make me whole.
To smoke or to Die.
To Die...**** it.

I ought to spare the time
I ought to spare the grief
I should just skip a rhyme
I should just burn the leaf
Monotony strengthens its grip
and i pucker up my lip.

You are the mother earth and i am your loving moon.  
I illuminate our fate as my light continues to pry.
Many branches sway to meet my gaze in crescent or full bloom.
Your eyes like oceans spill blue,
a reflection of the morning sky.

**** a sociology class, **** a community college.
**** all this ******* that they feed me called knowledge.
**** Everything even myself twice.
**** me real good i bet itll feel kinda nice

I actually love to sleep.
(im really quite fond)
My bed is my best friend.
(Black and murky like a pond)
I lay face down and seep.
Bent nose, Blurry vision and in the middle a broken bend.
But still, my bed is my best friend and you dont get many of them.

Sleeping is a waste of time, something we arent given much of.
So i starve my sheets of skin a dastardly sin.
Sleeping is not for me, in fact, i neglect it quite frequently.
So i sit and tear myself apart, bit by boring bit.
Healthy.
Most Likely.
At Least I Think So.

Sleeping keeps the headaches that creep back without a peep.
Consciousness more or less leaves me torn and hopeless.
Sometimes i sit in the cool dark, sometimes the hot.
Sometimes i speak to nobody and occasionally,
I get the privilege of listening.

Yesterday i wanted to fly a kite in the sunlight strong and bright.
Tonight i was unaware of the demons daring glare.
Tomorrow has yet to be so its meaning still alludes me,
but Forever is a long time to leave up to my destiny.

They tell me to tell the tale of a tailed beast who bested the best that best could muster.
They say sorry sunny the sun only sets every so often.
They talk this
They talk that
A boom a pat, the hit of a high hat which rings infinitely in an ear canal.
Its all just water under the boat, stars in the sky.
A way to rationalize the pains actualized.
A way to forget that something forgot had been forgotten, *******.

Sometimes I dont sleep and see the sun set twice.
Other days I tend to die.
Regardless pain is always present,
so somedays its nice to cry.

From the darkest and dankest of hells we happily rise. Free
From the ground we purge spirit no choice, only ours. Me

Across viscous, vast plains of brown we play. Searching
Across many broken bridges we trek once *****. Losing

Sinking and sinking until the grains of sand meet EYE. Waste
Sinking and sinking finally some rest from beats that pry. Haste

Please **** me i never wanted to live,
life is a hassle.
Please end my struggle, heres a rusty shiv.
Living is a gift.
Bullets are gifts too.
Please send me sinking slowly into the soil,
for this soul brings me nothing but turmoil.

Thank You.

A slight throbbing where my skull takes a dip.
A faint ringing in the ears.
A large nose barely pointed at the tip
and a hole backpack of fears just waiting to unzip

Plumes of white loom in yellow light as if to shield me from the night.

Pyrotechnics dance a hectic circle, trapped and tragic.

People flood the streets with feet and blood.

Memories return to natures urn where I lay still, heart in flurries.

The moon never brings me joy, yet i  allow it to toy.
The sun hurts my skin, yet cleanses the sin.

a Cost       to Remain      Lost. Such a pain.

Sink into my soul to complete me, make me whole.
Stretch around my being to entrap me, encase me round.
Remember all my faults to immortalize
from now on, i live through your eyes.

Molecular Fusion is to complicated like part of me being eradicated,
lets dance together this night and try to combine our might.

Tell me your misery, please tell me your sorrow.
So today can find solace in tomorrow.

Speak of your sins, please let them soar.
Birds spread their wings, when the conditions are poor.

Gargle rinse and repeat
Kick it on the concrete
or
Shackle both its feet

Im a fan of fanning fires a flame.

What are friends if not weights meant to hold you down?
    They hold you down when you try to excel.
         They treat you rudely in the face of kindness.
              They even remember the day you fell and almost became headless.              
              Friends keep your soul shackled when everything seems to be tugging.
         Friends remind you that living isn't such a hassle.
    Friends keep you happy and that's a lot.
What are friends if not weights meant to hold you down.

I Manifest destiny from grains of dirt, a stroll in the park.
I make malleable metal into massive mechanisms, the magic of the mind.
Maybe i'm over thinking, the dark brings madness of a different kind.

You find gluttony a desirable trait, something you love.
You develop tactics to keep practice, deceits a heavy fellow.
Maybe i'm over thinking, but above the bar lies a melody so mellow.

We remember you and i, a mystical like enchantment.
We recall Monday and Friday, a monotonous like routine.
Maybe i'm just lonely, but this parchment can't continue to repel the tears filled with saline.

Burning cigarettes and brisk weather; that's my definition of winter.
Or was that fall? My days have blent together until now one is all.
For my country for my kin, is that my only drive.
I've accumulated anger just to remember i'm alive.

We are born to die, as all of you should know. We are born to live as well though.
So why should i continue in a world devoid of virtue?
Who knows what a demon will resort
to.  

Never an answer, never even close.
i guess i'll just trek on and search from coast to coast.

Lonely days are only followed by saddness
Happy days only end in loneliness
Friends make life bareable
But bareable still takes it toll

You can find love birds in the meadow
Hiding from the sun in the trees shadows
The seasons change faster then ever believable
Trees only help in the summer swole

You remember the crisp night air,
The same air that could spark or ensnare
Emotions only run so deep
Thought lasts longer then you think.

Square tiles, my eyes burn you through.
Alone isnt so empty when the ravens coo.
Eye contact broken like grenades with no pin.
Lust exploding wait, that story is already fin-
Eshed like it was echeted out of existance.
A forgotten memory that continues with persistence.
The law of the jungle says the strongest survive.
But strength means nothing when your barely alive.

Everything becomes nothing.

During the final moments equality shows.

A certain sense of symmetry has been reached.

Outer walls of granite are breached and laid to waste.

Perfectly pasted pieces placed pleasantly.

Trial say hello to error.
Destiny plays it's part.
Together they make music, no art.
Apart, separated, alone. 
All of which remain synonyms for the Impossible. 
Success is never guarenteed, the percentage is unknown.
Failure is to common, the ying improbable.
Everything shrouded in black. Nothing. Question. 
Effort never put to waste,
At least if you learn a lesson.

When the sky's right eye peaks at mother earths tantalizing beauty,
light showers the darkness off our hands and cleanses our dark hearts.
When the left eye gets jealous it opens to steal the light and absorb the surroundings,
hiding the right eye's glorious glow behind a reflection of beauty.

It smells like chocolate over here.
A lingering reminder of a memory so sweet.

It feels so cold in here.
A constant chill from the ghosts watching over you.

It seems a little to dark in here.
An utter absence of everything with meaning.  

Who knows why you lack the ability to distinguish.
Who knows why you feel differently then everyone else.
Who knows why you cant recognize the pure things.
Who knows why you ended up trapped like a rat.

Words are ment to be more,
more then letters combined.
More then empty thoughts let loose,
more then a mouth without a filter.
Words are ment to be more,
or at least thats what i think.

Actions speak louder then words,
louder then a knock on realities door.
Louder then the crashing of ideals put to use.
Louder then crushed dreams screaming out..Good Bye.

If combined at the seems,
the two can make a deadly couple.
Powerful enough to sink ships in seconds,
powerful enough to sway religious notions,
powerful enough to break bridges once erected proud.

Words sting but dont leave any marks.
Actions hurt but you will recover.
Although if you are confronted with both,
You may not make it out the same you went in.

Love is the utter absence of loneliness
But loneliness is not the absence of love.

I walk through a valley of discontent.
You walk a road paved in gold and silver,
conjugating words to say but let slip nothing you meant.
My road is filled with demons that make titans quiver.
Your's is nothing more than trees trapped in a gilded age,
laid out to subdue the weak of mind and heart
You blindly walk as if entranced by the sage.
You taste the fruit but it is **** ,
you touch flower to nose but smell absence,
you gaze upon the sun but your eyes do not burn.
My road smells of blood, sweat and devotion such a sweet fragrance.
And if our roads are ever to intertwine, stop and listen to the world turn.
Only then will you see this road for what it is truly,
so wise up and smell the roses, or the weight of deceit you'll feel heavily

Eyelashes battle like trees for the sunlight.
Theres dust in your eyes and your swiffer just wont cut it.
Knowledge is amazing, even one byte.
It'll set you free, so flit.

Eyelashes calm like an ever watching storm.
Theres dust in your hands and its to heavy to lift.
Trapped indefinitely in a chrysalis form.
Waiting to spread your wings, now flit.

Eyelashes open wide like night engulfing day.
Theres dust on your wings and your beginning to emit.
You've grown to much, minuscule things cant block your way.
Freedom radiates from you, so just flit.

You made it, Mc hammer too legit to quit.
Your a full fledge butterfly, now do what you see fit.

Mind racing like Usain Bolt over striding.
Mind ****** up like extended ligaments and joints.
Mind throbbing like it and my skull are fighting.
Mind sharpened in several places just to get the point.

Mind lost in fog like boats out to sea.
Mind falling deeper and deeper.
Mind, imagine the light shining just to find me!
Mind, how do you feel about being lost in water?

Mind, why do you tease me the way you do?
Mind fighting body and better senses.
Mind isn't really controlled by you.
Mind lost control with destruction and expenses.

Mind lost forever to the haze of pressure.
Mind your manners when you bring me flowers.

Do not fill the glass half full or tip it to make half empty.
Cheaters don't make good workers, or so they say.
live only so that tomorrow will come a little faster, never is more likely.
Everyone all one string thats beginning to fray.
So march on the dirt and stone,
so march into the early morning fog.
Trek slow and steady like the quest of a crone.
Collapse like a another fractured cog.
The clock stops ticking, the machines come to a halt.
The new shipment arrives like butterflies to the net.
Trapped forever wondering who's at fault.
A day goes wrong that ends in a fret.
So fly little birdie fly,
or let the mustard meet nostrils and say goodbye.