Wistful , wishful, hopeful of a new start
Renewing, healing a broken , twisted heart.
to have to pull back on the reins of my giving
will stop my hostile reactions but wont feel like living.

I saw a man in passing
but he was already gone
he flew from far
struck by a car
deceased just past our lawn.
I am saddened still, few days have past
none of us know which breath we breathe last.
Staring aloof, perfect and warm,
the only proof from the loudest thud
was under his head; the pool of blood.
I prayed three times before I rose
I never wanted to see
a human dying or suffering
but i must see if he needs me.
onlookers gawking, chatting about
but only myself and a man by his side
i pumped his heart and breathed his breath
but it was too late
He was lost to Death.
God Bless You and keep you Aristeo
Rest in Peace

On the edge of the world
at The End of The World
into a ball I could be curled.
but I am staggering, stammering, hammering about
about to build something great
I've no time to shout.just standing there judging
You've no time to pout.
What am I going to build right away?
I do not know yet, I can not say.
maybe a temple, a life, or a house
maybe a horse, a cross, or a mouse.
Don't need a wall, I've already enough
Don't need to hear you sounding so gruff.
Soon I won't even hear a word that you say.
I'm building a world to raise up from the clay.
I once ran wild, when I was a child
now I have moments in bursts
I require safety, silence, and health
I will guard them steadfast
I will no longer thirst
So I get ready to do what I say
I have said enough
I Don't Have All Day.

The loss of focus throughout each of my days-
is profound, predictive of the futility of my ways-

The hopeless despair in which I feel-
animates each cell in my being,
any life in me it steals-

My solitary thoughts, i push outside-
to you-
another of faith, unknowing of what to do-

fold, check, or play the game through-
not up to par, i am decidedly losing, it's not up to you-

Verses can be vicious, viscous, or sweet-
sour, trite, veracious as we seek-
sought-out, sought after, inclined to the top of the peak-
Veracity wounds as lies distort,
the kingdom into the meek-
faint of heart, and heartless-
consume the skeletons of words that create the tomb-
The womb of death, let us depart while there's still room-
it lures me in with it's alluring perfume-

White- Eyed Alive-
do or die
piece of the pie
and the American life-

Preprogrammed responses
they all seem to do it-
a previously animated existence
we replicate
but we don't really do it-

The Stepford Wife
and Mr. Right
neither holds an interest for me-
I fit no mold
with no people of my own-

The Wanderer
Vagrant
I Am Alone

Blue on blue-
What's True to You
Isn't the same to Me-
I only hear and see-
what I Feel-
You never
those near
have not known Me-
Fabricate-
Relate in Word-
but yet, not in deed-
I am misunderstood
Misunderstood as can be-
Be what I say-
Be what I May-
Live long
and decay-