**** 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

Village rain that floods the aqueduct
bypasses the dam
and reaches all
of the town
houses.

Village
fire springs
from the soul
burns the people
and ultimately cleanses skin of sin.

Village residents, husbands and spouses.
Village residents, tiny little children.
Should they Drown or Crisp.

Humans can keep all their dreams when they sleep.
Humans can gain all their strength through just pain.
Humans are intelligent well, some less than full percent.
Humanity is simply a coupling of actors whos roles were supporting
and
Humans will strive for the light thats been waning
but
Humans are silly dont take them to serious,
divide and then conquer a victory so glorious.

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.

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.

Searching for the past through a million different caverns,
algae and stalagmites like,
a tavern in the daylight.
Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start,
dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents.
Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights
and
the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight.
A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread,
single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.

Eyes of dull with rage to shed,
a hair displayed the crimson red.
Soul of stains like wine on bread,
remove the waste, recall the dead.
Vicious is as Vicious says,
a simple schiz without his meds.
Reptiles dwell where the climates dynamic
fakes only sunbathe and copy the tactic.
Delicious is dread which is born out of sin
such the slyest of styles and guile with grin.
Just remember the words of your elder and kin,
eggs are good for dinner but you're much to small for Dragons.

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.

I find solace in the years
coupled with many fears.
I am yearning for death,
question breath in my chest.
Why did I fight for the egg?
Why leave my siblings?
Drunk on ideas,
an ugly duckling
suckles curious.

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.

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.

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.

Ours cells sing church bells and hold each others sins and secrets.
Reject the antibody because nobody has a better body for me to protect.

Skin course, of course it rubs and is a source of heat to confide within.
Chillin, when you let me melt into your **** felt shirt  straight coolin.

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.

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.

Even when the rain it pours
Seven senses scream some more
Steven gets odd to form the chlor
and
Eden calls with bright decor

Remember the wine
Remember the roses
Remember the times
and
Remember the tree line
Because in the end our cause and plausible reasoning for being,
are nothing more than rain that pours and ruins our decor.

A new car, a new computer, a new twinkle of a star in my eye from afar
and an old soul trying its hardest to remain whole.
To cleanse of all impurity is the sin of forgetting our infidelity
and sadly we must bare the aging tear a mare.
So saddle me up, strap yourselves in and remember there is always tomorrow mornin.
Actually.
There is always a today because we all eventually die.
The sunrise is out of reach no matter how hard we try.

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.

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.

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, *******.

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

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.

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.

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

The apple of my eye is red and rotten from years of being propped up and beaten. A core impure and drowning in a sea of enzymatic browning, a flooding of air to remove that certain flare. The seeds have been sewn, tossed, thrown aside to hide the shame. Sadness seems to seek me, might be my own undoing. The apple of my eye is ever changing, it all depends on when my lids are closing.

If mac was not with cheese and jelly hated peanuts,
if black was **** silk and humans got served a cold cut.
Would this be there?
Could this do that?
Is....
air still air?
Are....
circles squares? Am
I still Me? Who cares, truthfully?

Closer than close calls.
Wishful thinking about wishes worth thinking.
Bye bye to their innocent bystanders.
Good riddance to the painful penance
and
Good morning massive amounts of crap.
Getting older like a machine *****
and
worst of all,
I'm not even 19.

Merrily,
Brick follows brick a monotonous march.
Watching,
The wonderfully white filling waits.
To keep the color in line a cruel fate.
As they stand stout and starch
You and I debate.

To peel a potato misshapen and rough,
a potato like I so soft in abundant supply.
Before beating was hard covered with skin so tough
that metal might meet an untimely defeat.
To peel a potato thats rotting through to you,
just throw it away
and forget that
dreadful
day.

Goodbye forever or until i see you again
hands that tick but never click
a sound of happy
claps.
Hello, how do you do? To a very old friend
hands that yearn a skin to burn
but seem to sadly
tap.

Friday oh Friday the 13th that's my day,
June oh June how consistently you tend to loom.
One time it was power rangers and clay
Another, IIIII just went out to play.
I remember very few and yet the years stick like glue.
I am dissatisfied with the skin and bone I was supplied,
yet
I bet
With all my heart.
That I will wake with a smile, even when I'm falling apart

metal spoons of steel, metal made
in
fuckinnn who cares..
POts and pans pots and PAns
i
dontt like their ugly staress..
Table taable made of wood
hiding beneath all i could,
all i could,
can. ******* idiot
TableCloth tablecloth nobody can find me.
under here im safe
under here im comfy.

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

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.

Taken to a turbulent terrain against thine will.
Traverse the trails to lay tracks again and again, you already know the drill.
Teeming with troubled terrors you take time into your palms,
ticking traps let ankles tell the tale of turmoil and various qualms.
Together with a muffler top the tube with blockage and such,
those fumes tingle and tantalize a call leading way to crutch.
Eventually effort takes its toll and you lose sight of
the proposed goal.

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

I wish that I could tell you, what it is that wise men do.
But to claim you know another's virtue
is simply much to couth.
You know not of his knowledge or potential, nor his root,
so simply hold your tongue
or it will surely meet my boot.

An Introduction to set the setting.
A body consisting of bones
and
an end thrown together. Scholarly

An Introduction telling nothing to tell.
A body accumulated from dust
and
an end, a bust, yet such a twist. Progressive

Blanket the iris entrance where the light reflects our progress,
dashing little punctuation clinging to its functions.
Similar deeds are capable your form is nothing special kid,
finding truth and anti keep the sword as closest ally.
People will deceive and trick it's in their basest nature,
sorta hard to be a saint when the devils your next door neighbor.

The Girl looked kinda ditsy but her stare was firm for wear,
she strolled into the nearest town and found a crier there.
Foxily her lips announced, remember this and take account,
our connection is a deep and dark, cherry tree with singing lark.
Continued on to speak, of humans fickle, small and weak
the mountains children gone from peak.
As of now you are not ready, acceptance to the true of family.
Passing me with grace and speed, I glanced a foreign Deity.

Now It's really very fuzzy, she did leave rather quickly,
my
memory and sight of color, lack the proper imagery.
How could this have happened?
I seem to have forgotten,
the beauty of a queen or greater,
that Mushi Master, with eyes of wonder.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Person after person entraps the oxygen with respiration.
We are all
the bonds
of loving.
Person after person encases the soul with oxidization.
We all are
more than
just skin.
Person after person,
human after monkey,
baby before ***** and whatever the order, this is it.

I've got it good.
**** man!
I've got it great.
The government wont **** me at least openly,
like publicly.....under most decrees.
There's food so families will never go hungry,
like probably.....what is poverty?
They say we are free but I don't feel freedom.
They say we are educated but I feel real dumb.
For all the knowledge that I gain is nothing more than gimmick rain
and
snow, a pseudo something nice coupled with power sprinkled with spice.

The Cat wore a black coat silhouetted in dark dreams.
Anyone who gazed him blazed eyes was in the makin.
Steam piston action like each step robotic motion,
the dawg was hella ominous so no one would approach him.
Rumors spread and spread again as if robotic motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they spread them.
The Cat was then sadly labeled, maimed maybe strangled.
Anyone who gazed him jaded eyes was in the makin.
Dangled neck lackin brain function for the motion,
the dawg was lost to hatred soul was taken by the demons.
Blood was shed and shed again as if just for the motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they killed him.

An eager ant treks on six bruised ankles.
A duty bound martyr of the hive peoples.
A cog amongst many identical shadows
cast in perpetual motion.
An alien midst twins with similar mits.
An Ant  Who Forgot To Complete  His Task.
An Angel Who Found And Broke His Mask.

I am Sauce of no particular taste, hopefully ill be edible at least.
You are Spice of no particular smell, apparently akin to yeast.
Matter Mixes Merrily Making the Most of Mostly a Magical Mishap.
Two Terrains Traversed, Together may Taunt but Time is Truly Tough.
Burlap sack rub my heart nice and rough.
Clap, Applaud until my egos had enough.
I am a lonely organism. A martyr for his people.
You are a happy human. A disease birthed of evil.