The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem.
This is a beggar's knife, a blooming tulip.

This is a soldier marching through war torn fields of wheat.

You on your deathbed.

This is Li Po laughing madly underground.
This is not a ******* poem.
This is a horse asleep, a butterfly fluttering in your mind.

This is the devil's circus.

You are not reading this text.
The text is reading you.
Feel it?
It's a cobra coiled to attack, an eagle circling the sky.

This is not a poem, poems are dull, they make you sleep.

These words are for your ailing madness, the one that makes you walk the streets.

Stranded in a white room, white light,
Strained with conversation so light

Holding my soul in a fish tank,
Half empty, and expressions so blank

Laughing along the chorus,
good-bye sweet, sweet seclusion of my pores

Songs that mean nothing,
Words that carry no weight

We're lonely despite another,
Ego's vacating with with summer

Nothing is to me, as it is to you
Grasp the concepts, that make nothing true

The snow's falling, on this summer day,
As men with convictions kneel to pray

In a room filled with vacuous smiles,
Even happy go lucky dreams of dying

I still have my teenage dream eyes,
when the rest of me is rusting
I still see the beauty in the sunset
while the rest of me feels it's heat

I still have my teenage dream eyes
They see the love in all the other people
While the rest of me knows they're in it for themselves
My teenage dream eyes, get me into a lot of trouble

I'd like to keep them, for as long as I can though.

I’m the rolling winter rock
Dirt soles and burnt insides
I’m already in hell so
how
can you scare me with
tales of the
boogeyman
My nightingales caged up inside I
often forget to feed it
so it’s dying and chirping out
“How can you not love me”
The tar of my lungs is the only
company it’s
getting these days
we’re playing chicken
with father
death
and he is
winning
I often forget my own
name
until someone screams it
out saying
“Jacob, have you lost you mind”
I think I have, it’s
a rolling winter rock
with nothing
inside.

It didn't last, as an explorer searching the stars
is doomed to die, in wanderlust
Katahdin cast a deep shadow, that kissed
the essence of being
but
it didn't last
Again I'm here with my cup and pack in this
weary hole in the ground
Spilling words to nobody in particular, with
no true meaning other than simple release
This won't last either, it'll be buried by
others burdens, more meaningful ones
Mine is simply that of being alive, when I never
asked to be
Paying taxes I never agreed to, paying to be
just live,
when I never ******* accepted the contract but
here I am, in a world of others ideals
mine get pushed aside for their own

but I can rest easy knowing that like all else

it won't last.

' I woke.



I slept.

I dreamt of nothing.

Stars littered the sky as I rose.

The moon poised it’s deep, sorrow face.

Over the valleys a hungry wolf howled melancholy with the sad moon.

“Why are we so alone, in a world of encumberance?” The wolf asked of the moon.

The moon just wallowed, and did not speak, the moon never did.

The wolf languished near the stream, cautiously perking up at the sounds coming from the dark wood behind.

Hope was far from the wolf’s weighted mind. His life had been filled with loneliness. Raised from birth by the Earth alone, none other called him as their own. He hunted alone, he ate alone, he slept alone, and he was doomed to die alone as all others.

Deep in the dark wood, a pack of ferocity lingered in the shadows, prowling on the lone wolf.
The black horror claimed this land as his own, and he allowed no trespassers. His pack was equally relentless, and they would spill the blood of all who opposed this challenge.


The wolf continued to howl, prickles of black fur sprang up on his neck as the scent of a foe approached.

The pack moved in on him, six snarling snouts, and twelve yellow eyes gleamed at him.
They were hungry.
We’re all hungry.
We’re all starving.

The moon watched unflinchingly, as the water ran red past the bellowing frogs, chirping crickets, the oaks branches that sunk low into the river, casting swaying shadows from the heavy moon.
He watched with his same sad face, how can anything constantly watching us ever have another emotion? The wolf lay, mangled and torn. The others attacked him in a contempt savagery, hunger tearing at their shallow bellies.
Spasms of fleeting feeling went through the wolf, the whites and greys of his once illecebrous and divine fur, now soaked with his own blood. His tongue lolled out of his snout, and his teeth were all shattered.
He hadn’t put up a fight.
The pack shredded him. The black wolf treated all outside wolves as threats. He had no interest of letting a stray wolf get into his pack and challenge his authority. So he killed, before he was challenged. It seemed ideal to him, and his pack was fed joyously. They licked their chops, grinned like a hyena, and barked laughter all at another, while the great black wolf, looked to the moon, and howled heinously in it’s direction.



The dark moon watches from above
So sad at what he must see
The good sun wished with him
To disperse light over the seas

They wept and cried
laughed; and died
The light was put in place
Dark doesn’t surrender to grace

It's a velvet underground, sprouted with sunflowers.
The dirt ground between my toes, the sensation of flying with the clouds.
It's on the rise, growing inside

Vines root around this vessel I call life, clinging to the moment where all dreams come to die.
To time infinite color subsides, oneness is on the rise, growing, flourishing inside.

Burning down like a candle wick
Burdening my back with trinkets
Of no worth
Going to new places, that are the same
as the ones I just left

The beauty of instability keeps me ticking
Tocking as a clock, this heart of mine
Relishing in the ugly, deformed life
That no one truly understands
Finding serenity post sunset, in complete absence

This god of mine, keeps quiet
Just as it should, but keeps a smile
Through it all
I’m working on the words
That will carry the weight of worlds

It just doesn’t seem right
When they don’t flow out
As a river of time
Carrying us all around
With no rafts around, letting us flail
in the deep end.

we were born of blood and bone
pieces of jigsaws never seems to be fitting
waterfalls missing their endings
sunshine always going far far from their planets
and hitting, the small ones, the ones

we've long since forgotten!
so these missing pieces picked up in
the lonesome sand, we gave them names
and wished them the best of luck in the eternal
lands, hoping one, someday would write our names
wherever they landed.

somewhere far from here.

it's the knifes edge that's got me on edge
i smoke cigarettes it's what keeps me breathing some
it's the reason i jump off the bridge
keeps me clinging on
keeping me clinging on

the hopes got me hoping for more
the drinking has me singing the chorus
i'm playing the joke, seems im just a bore.
keeps me singing on
keeps me singing along

A part of me just not quite up to score
breathing on breathing on.
just to make sure
keep on breathing along
keeping on keeping along

the sun rises
and the birds are singing
its song
keep on keeping on
please keep on keeping on...

Sitting under lights silhouette life
Gas guzzlers and cheeky smiles
Smiles of victory, the *******
Think they've won in their mercedes

The rain, sits tightly
up above, in dark clouds,
contemplating release,
hiding the light, and graying
out the land we sit idly upon

Her eyes glimmer, with
shades of gold as she
falls away, from me
eternally

cold skin with moonlight dancing
upon the surface, flies and nats
swarming delicate flesh
I am dead

My mind continues and does my body
to what end? I've already lost it
somewhere to the deep rumbling calls
of the ocean

Dancers will dance
Singers will sing
Lovers will love
As dead men lay on the eve
of the summits demise