The wanderer has seen many things,
In his many years of travel,
Many songs, he likes to sing,
While he lets his thoughts unravel

One foot in front of the other,
He looks at the clouds he's under,
He stops, to look,
And sit and wonder
What's become of his father and his mother

Still, he travels on,
Searching for the rights to his wrongs
He grows ever fond
Of the mountains he passes,
That stretch so long

He is the wanderer,
He is the wonderer

Endless hours of committed effort,
  
which frequently felt unrecognised and unappreciated.
  
Deep down in your desireful soul,
  
you teased yourself with ambitious day dreams.
  
The incentive of recognition and opportunity,
  
put wind in your talented sails.
  
But now you've got the break,
  
to perform on that mythical stage.
  
The first chance filled spark has ignited,
  
and will hopefully burst into a colourful blazing future.
  
Grasp your chance with your unique determination,
  
seize the opportunity with grit and pride.
  
Achievement is fulfilment,
  
the more you achieve the more you bask in
  
the blissful sunshine of life.

Don't look.
The world's about to break.

Don't look.
The world's about to chuck out all its light
and stuff us in the chokepit of its dark,
That black and fat suffocated place
Where we will **** or die or dance or weep
Or scream of whine or squeak like mice
To renegotiate our starting price.

You tell me of your fears and you're inability to love the person you see in the mirror
I tell you I will teach you and we will over come those fears together

I tuck and pull, shifting in on myself so as to hide more skin and my weakness to you
You hold me putting your head to my heart to calm me, telling me that it's where you want to be

Finally together and more damaged than ever
We will help fix each other

Strange
How when all is going
According to
Plan

The record stops in spin
Clouds turn to black
And the round back straightens

I'm awake here
Seeing bare
Attending to cares
But unfulfilled

There is a liar amongst us
She smells of raw fibs
I run my palm
Across my bare chest
Feeling ribs

We are bones
And meat
With a mind we can never fully

Control

A mystery
To myself

Born again
Dying again

Re-living
Nothing

Attending
To
No one

There's a white envelope on the nightstand
With a sum of unmentionable dreams and desires
The shelf stands *****, but I am crooked
Burning a candle in the twilight of midnight
Reminds me that a gift is also fire

And then there is the fact of movement
Evolutions only prime device
There are no tricks
There are no riddles
There is nowhere you can tinker or fiddle

Overtime, we only get better

Move her
Admit him
See that I
Am inside every syllable
Etching a private universe
To perfection so whomever
May choose to enter
May re-live and experience

Matters of Heaven and Hell

Closed off
Sending smoke signals
To
Irritable Gods

Bunk beds with religion
We amass our hatred
For one another

Then play chess with jazz playing in the background

Red oyster shell wrapped around
A ghost white finger
Music tiptoes under my doorway
And the mailman is late with my paycheck

When I worked
As a paperboy
I enjoyed
Riding the bus to school

Because of late night snacking
I now have anxiety
About free breakfast luncheons

A next step for mankind
Seems like a lot of work
And very little pay off for the rest of us

Why are buses designed so poorly
And have no Maximum Occupancy?

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She moved her hand
Over her eyes to block out
The sun. The brightness
Comforted her, but, being
An only child, she disapproved
Of anything resembling comfort.

A new noon is upon us
I speak for anyone with a pulse
A new moon has arisen
Any speakers of tongues shows false

Anonymous fortunes
Have arisen between the black and white
Bed sheets are randomly bursting into flames
And grandma weeps regularly

When love dissolves
Like the first fog of dusk,
The sun burning through
Mists futile efforts to shroud we dead men,
Put your ear to the ground
Hold to not make a sound

Witness the frost break
As the business men cut their steaks
See the poor out on the gutter
The addict trip and sputter
Change is not around the corner
The lies are as thin as the coroners smile

This kind of place
Smells of dry skin and regret
Dead brush and a unforgiving sun
Love takes off
Its always on the run

Sometimes
I don't know the difference
Between me and you
Sometimes
You try to tell me something
That I know just isn't true

White cut on the hem of her dress
She says something to me
But I can already tell that she's in distress

"Let me in your taxi," she squealed,
The bangs of her hair bouncing over her face,
"I'll tell yah something. I'll show yah' some lace."
I opened the door with a stone hand
And as she sat next to me I looked over
To see she was holding a beat up tomato paste can

Whispers of truths only turn into bigger lies
A butler coughs as he adjusts his tie
"The body needs to be washed up around the thigh,"
It explained, a shadow under each of the mans eyes
"There is no instrument man can trust to rely,
Other then that of God and his belief in the upside."

A road
Dispelled

A life
Cut short

A boat
Drfiting
Into Port

At last the fog has burned away
So we can decide
Whether you go or you stay

you never think the voices could scream
any louder than they do,
until your fingers trace the sides
of your dads loaded gun.
people told me to look up,
but your face always grinned below me.
so I laid with broken bones,
and I never learned how to stand.

there are more crumpled poems
mocking me at my desk
than there are thoughts in your head.
and there are more bullets in the gun,
than tears on my cheek.
tired hands cradled my face, and sad lips
told me that I was precious. strong.
but lonely eyes never peeked
at the stitches holding me together,
the ones you pulled to see if maybe
I could crack a little more, before I shatter.

you never think the voices could scream
any louder than they do,
until your brain is climbing up the wall,
and your blood leaks into carpet.
people told me to look up, but
my face was twisted in the water below.
so the waves swallowed my frame,
and I never learned how to swim.