A society of animals, a gang of strays
deciding on rules that need not be made
Proclaiming the "truth" while adorned in a mask
In rain, they run
But in sunshine, they bask

drop through my veins
like sap honey dew
sweetness and blue
green sublimation
cerebellum vacation
mental exploration
brain decoration
this is dedication.

Thrown on a map by a force I don't know
with a body that's able
and my head's not too slow
Did He do it on purpose?
is he even a He?
Am I crazy to question the origin of Me?
I sense something bigger than my hands could ever hold
something strong and powerful
and often very cold
Maybe "God" is the word
But I'm not quite so certain
Don't pay attention to the man behind the curtain

Stillness transposed
through the Clarity of prose
not rhyme nor reason
merely influence of season
to bury the sword and lift my Pen
words flow free through my blood once again
as if I am Falling
or Flying
and I love it!
no other high could lift me above it
A home built of syntax
protecting my core
from the demons of silence
I've come to abhor
Poetry lives underneath each breath
and will linger in my being
even after my Death
Because the heart stops beating
and blood stops flowing
But even underground
My mind continues growing

freedom in aloneness, admiring the shifting skies
while the dainty grass below me dances all along my thighs
as if hugging the earth around me, praising it for all its given
you must break down the walls to be one with what you live in

through a thick cotton shirt, you can hardly feel the wind
those itchy, stiff jeans dont let any fresh air in
its time to take it off, theres a zipper for a reason
what better way than ****** to really feel the season?

I get such a high
when I steal something small
I walk right past the register
and they don't notice at all

Just some lacy *******
or a couple purple pens
I always steal candy
But I never steal from friends

We turn on a clock
we've created ourselves
while the nature around us
seems to sit on a shelf
But it's all moving too
just on its own time
how selfish to assume
this world is only mine!

We live and we breathe
and then our lives are done
But the dirt and the rocks
continue to run
they seem to be the ones
having all the real fun!

In the light of reality
I'm the insignificant one.