Apples appeal to people
with a preference
to not
peel

The burgundy and crimson
trickle down into a spiral.
Flashes of topology, geography
and more.
Amber visions old and new collected and
restored.
The truth is far and fetched
the cords are played to follow score.
The visage of a sun and moon
battle for attention.
Images of white and black
take refuge in the floor.
Store the rest in attic space, a car
or in the plaster.
The process is consistent and
the data all secure.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Water ripples and metal clangs,
against my stones throw.
The rock can weather me? Oh what an ironic chunk of destiny.
But if I remain to dampen my roots,
two boots in size they'll grow.

I've never been to fond of anything really,
especially coated in chocolate.
However ill gladly dance around and around after I've eaten the sugar a bit.

I AM NOT A VILLAIN.
Yet I am equally as evil.
The deed is deadly
and
acceptance is permission.
I AM....the door man?

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.

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.

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.

When the sky begins to blacken,
my soul is quenched with blue.
Stricken from the place of birth,
accept the nearest view.
A million little critters drifting
slowly through the goo,
await the day that sun returns
with lightly faded hue.

When the stars forget their twinkle,
lords of chaos gape and grin.
Stricken from the world as twine,
to wrap and close the gin.
A bunch of pollen sightless,
so the eyes they cannot pin.
Await the final movements
with grenade that lacks,
the,
skin? ****.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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I­ fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.
I regret all that I recall, total Arnold overall.
I sense the presence of history presents.
I foresee the foreshadow its silly,
and I do want to save *****.
In the end I'm more important find my solace in a crevice.
I fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.

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.

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.

A Fish from the river, much dapper, much do,
came to the city, he's looking for you.
I saw him I did,
that Fish, with a Squid.
Dog, I'll Ditch that. Did you, wanna grab a brew?
Cool.

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

People crowd my bubble like braces invade personal teeth space.
Solely little objects with thin frames no lace.
Simply little objects with small hearts, some grace.
All in all were nothing special,
just men and women rotting for a root canal.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

A bleeding tongue rubbed raw with repetition.
Butterflies drawn from your description
and
Moths mutter my name while munching calmly.
X marks the day I began my quest wide eyed and cheery
but
Y rings, bounces and boils over until I respond sadly.

I called out for you
I received nothing.

To hear your voice     To touch your skin     To die as an us
                                         I will Persevere

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.

Because beautiful basically banks on the sight of pseudo skin

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

Terror tends
to
take its time

seeping slowly
into
sadness

Collect knowledge.
Obtain the power.
Go to college get degrees,
2 or 3 to beat competitors.
Collect surroundings.
Obtain the name, me.
Go to hell, maybe heaven
1 or 2 the choices, poison.

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.

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.

In the distant looming meadow
vultures buzz, mosquitoes wallow.
Trees of leaves and bark and blood
touch horizon, grow from mud.
Pyres blaze with fire and fury
deep within the matted and murky
waters which hold more tar than a street
like memories of, special bell peppers, and beef....

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, *******.

Simple feelings repetitive at most,
of
lovely circumstance, something that we boast.
The pleasure is mine the pleasure is yours,
a
lucky group we are, our biggest hindrance is chores.
I'm not a fan friends, a lot of people make me sick.
I'm not really into family, but I don't knock it if it's thick.
Yet today of everyday people swear to me that they,
remembered this occasion, without Facebook displayed.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.