Those born in favor, lost flavor, and the flavorless salt-
Those born under a bad sign, never tire of the assault-
the barrage of fists, feet, and curses-
ingrain themselves into your skin; like a child's taunting verses-
Haunting melody of tragedy-
though forewarned and advised-
the favored spawn, divert and are drawn-
behind the chariot consumed in flame-
the guilty don't despise, the jury does not lie-
the judge calls you by name-
namesake of a sinner, lineage of your skin-
betrayed into obscurity, the darkest hour grows dim-

Not the first, nor the second, not even the third, nor the last-
you are further back in line- your turn is often past-
no leg to stand on, no claim to plea in town-
the people far outnumber you, and the people hold you down-
so the world can sedate you, dress you like a clown-
the hecklers heckle, the jesters jeckle-
they point out every flaw-
and count every freckle-
red headed step child, collage of human wastes-
foul smelling humans, grovel in distaste-

There's what the World Tells You, and what You Know for Yourself-
There's the Promise of Heaven, and your Own Personal Hell-
Truth is what you believe in, whether your Values be true or false,
it portrays itself on your face-
" My eyes could never show what is not real" ( Red Hot Chili Peppers- "I could have lied")
I will take away your contentment-
but your soul i would not steal-
I love you like my Father-my Mother, My Child-
I love you for your fear, pain, and Humility-
I love you for your proud, instinctual Futility-
Vanity is the falseness which could transform by honest work-
The toilers unspoiled; surrounded by demons who lurk-
My secret ideals, hidden from view-
escape little betrayal; though unseen by you-

The Loss of Focus throughout each of my days-
is Profound, Predictive of the Futility of my ways-
The Hopeless Despair in which I Reside and Feel-
Animates each cell of 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 My Hand through-
Not up to par, I am decidedly Losing, It's Not up to You-

I lost my white Pigeon that resembled a white Dove-
I lost him through death, death of my love-
I assembled him of my lost father, for both now i cry-
I am filled with the feelings of loss, lost and of I-
I am afraid to live and afraid to die.

My Pigeon so strong just like my dad-
is remembered fondly, in the love i had-
Still , he waited patiently, to witness a change,
but his health faltered quickly as my mind did derange-
Stoic and Beautiful my Lost White Pigeon Dove-
I curse what has befallen you , my father, -
I release you from the duty of my love-
Rest Peacefully Pigeon, Dad, Scott (Squid), Denise, Paul, Bill, and Grandma

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-

Vaguely Blunt and Bluntly Vague-
these are the explanations which i gave-
words too deep for sorrow, i utter from which i made-
i am vague yet blunt, trying to out live this stunt-
Terse, I am called rude, I mean, I am real, Blunt- while I am Vague-
to not indicate the offenders, whom we all see and suffer throughout the day-
I can not disclose my feelings, uncomfortable with their sins-
I tarry quickly to shut the door , before their wickedness begins-
It is not a game, it's real , at least to me-
excuse me if i am rude or blunt or don't make sense because i am vague=

Desolate little landscape, barren little eyes-
empty little soul, blackens out the skies-
nothing left to see, nothing to visualize-
eyes engulf the darkness, bring you to your knees-
waiting for a real man , i'm hiding in the trees-
the takers of humanity , the takers of one's soul-
the takers of my birthright, try to steal my soul-
no one to defend me, my protector was a hoax-
suffocating on the stench, devouring my lifeless, soul less body,
i curse him, that he chokes-

Regression- Confession- Succession of the young-
My hopes- beliefs- are now publicly hung-
The gallows- the hangman- the executioner's head-
the sentenced now lay in the beds that they've made-

I am nowhere-nothing-no one to all-
I am deaf to the speakers- I am deaf to the call-
The call of the wild- The wild at heart-
push me past my breakage-
pulling me apart-

Apart from our mothers, fathering a grudge-
ever so willing, without a nudge-
to convict-condemn to be murdered-
as lambs and sheep to follow-
overloaded with grief- my grief leaves me hollow-

I traveled far and somewhere I died-
I went astray, went missing,
When I wanted to hide-

I couldn't bear the pain-
I couldn't bear any more-
I tried to reach out, but- what for?

No one would hear- not even that they could-
I am no longer able to do what I should-

I could- but,  I could not-

I know about should-
I lie now in the sand-
The dirt under the green and the wood.

Good bye, and I'm sorry that it all ended up this way-
so saddened, so sorry that everything is this way-
you are the one-the one i had hoped would love me forever, and let me love you back-
but You- You are No One- You are Every One to Me - You are No One-
you are Every Thing to Me- You- You are No One-
left for me to love- you are no one- no one to me-
You're all i have- had- wanted and lost-
You and I are No Ones who pay the cost-
the cost of mistakes, one after the next-
without ever healing, life's scars on the soul-
So, good bye and I'm sorry=my heart you stole-
but i imagined it all- didn't i-turned you into a being-
I flooded You with my love- without ever seeing-
that I am No One without you-No On to Love-
I should have figured it out-
I Am No One-
No One to love-
I Am No One To Love

Deadened, darkened-
how weird and alone i feel-
un human- not a person in this society.
I'm a notion,a concept, an ill thought plan.
Scorching the skyline, I ran and I ran-
toward and away from- back and forth-
I Know Faith Without Workd Is Dead-
but I am dead-
working myself full of worth.

ONCE I had a coin, a token bestowed upon me-
Metallic and beautiful; with words it had been forged-
" NO WEAPON FORGED AGAINST YOU SHALL PROSPER "
It made me feel special- It made me feel safe-
even after it was gone with no trace

you spread rumors- you spread lies
you'll cover you ears- i'll cover my eyes
you agitate and stir chaos into the ***
i sift through the waste to get what i got
you bundle up sorrow and infest others with strife
i put my hands before me to give up my life
bees and honey and trees and plants
left over for the maggots and then the ants

Look into the Past
nothing ever Lasts
Fated to wither and die.

Look for Hope Tomorrow
from the Haters and the Sorrow
Searching for some shiny new dimes.

Book my passage
place my coins on my eyes,
I've stayed too long this time.

I must return this life I've borrowed,
from both Yesterday and Tomorrow.

I hear it is said " Live in the Now",
" Live for this Day";
yet I don't know Why or How.

so, from lost and disheartened,
I've made my journey back;
although, I've misplaced my tiny handful of tokens.
Tokens of Faith, Hope, Love and Trust;
I will give back all that I must.

This World is persistent and unfamiliar,
and I abide far too long-
I will leave without dancing-
I leave that to you, and I require no song.

lying in bed
laid to rest
the outspoken
the out numbered
never loved the best
I will pass unnoticed, but marred by vanity's test.
not one to live for, not one to die for-
middle of the road; on neither side of the fence,
the onlookers watch and stare.
at last; at will, firing into the open blackness of the sky-
wanting to feel alive, not wanting to care=
I am not alive nor free nor dead; wanting to die

misplaced letters; misplaces trust
the world dines on their wanton lust
wandering footsteps, weakened by bottle glass.
I hurry up , so I won't be last.
Screaming
no glory
Dreaming
outscoring
forwarded footsteps and unopened mail,
left out in the barrenness, the terse winter Gael.
what should I do ?
what can't I see ?
left all alone
burdened by me.

I tilted my head . I wilted and was dead -
No longer entangled in this snare called life -
none the less remembered, respected
Dejected in my illusion -
Where i wander most often, unclaimed and disillusioned -
Whatever was I hoping for-
longing in which to see -
the distorted , unreported - dismemberment of ME -
Expectations are like curses, drowning and alienating ALL who dare to dream -
The Ideals of a stranger - I am now what I seem