If life is just a destiny,
a fate that was pre-made for me,
then whats the sense in expending all my energy.
Water follows sense returns to the ocean basin,
a fate that cant be said of me,
if life is just an agony.

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.

Crystal eyed warrior, jaded heart *****,
the toad and all his brothers die,
they bequeath a rancid stench.
The wilderness is pretty
lots of animals and such,
things that are carnivorous
things with talons sharp to touch.
Poison all to prevalent,
find it deep within the filament
so it's really not surprising how
some really can't catch the sentiment.

Crystal skinned warrior, jaded soul *****,
they cleaned and buried fallen arms
who's souls shall warm the bench.
Existence is a cry from good,
it really is, this **** is wack.
Animals in human skin,
with rainbow brains
and souls of black.

Crystal Blade Warrior
and the
Jaded Crown Prince,
juxtapose scenarios
until your
lines
begin
to bleed.
As scabs and scuffs,
we seeds and tuff,
chase dreams of gold
and platinum touch.
Humans are a joyous bunch
a ***** diamond, in the rough.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Forget about yourself.
Forget about herself.
Forget about her.
You just aren't good enough.

They run.
They walk.
They drive.
They drown.
They complete numerous complexities to gather numbers for statistics that record your wonderful records.
I frown.

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

Death is to familiar,  I keep it at my side.
Life is nothing special I find solace in suicide.
Holstered at my hip, covered by a duster.
Heaven in my eyelids, devil on my shoulder.
Hold it in my clutches so nobody can see.
Have a date with two destinies
and
they both wanna **** me.

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.

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.

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.

**** 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

The choices are limited like the toys at mcdonalds.
However,
whats the limit on a company who's money is infinite?
Is time the only factor?
The only thing worth its matter?
Personally death is luxury, Eternity torture.
Our lives are mighty limited but I've got it good.
The worst for me apparently is gettin shot in the hood.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When we were all just kids,
what wishes we wished and did.
When we were all just children,
what did we really want to happen?

When i was just a boy and even to this day,
when i wished for anything,
I'd always have to say,
I wanna be a robot at least, take my heart away.

Relaxation of your muscles
Many Jumbled thoughts
Caught by your skulls
Concentration.

A leaf falls, calls to the tree
A sad scream of sorrow
A dream of tomorrow

I am but a wilting flower
A tree thats needs its rest
How glad a boy like me could be to revive instead of die, as foliage powered by the sky.

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.

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.

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.

Warriors count bodies like insomniacs count sheep.
Hundreds must be severed to complete this long endeavor.
Sleep is used to cower cannot conquer witching hours
while souls can make you stronger
for seemingly so
cheap.

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.

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.

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

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.

Emptying containers filled with collectables and such.
Things I'd rather keep invisible
collectively ask to much.
The body is a home.
The heart an attic
and
the brain is just a basement, filled with good intent.

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.

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.

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.

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?