In the microwave or oven roasted
A simple snack to have or full blown meal
Eat them at home or where wine is toasted
After a bag, hunger you will not feel
A calzone and ravioli it's not
Packed with flavour, pepperoni and cheese
A roll as delicious as it is hot
An oral ****** each bite'l release
Totinos Pizza Rolls, the perfect snack
Ev'ry piece what a wonderful delight
It's like Christmas when you get a new pack
I'm telling you boy, they are out of sight!
If there is one thing that I regret
It's knock off Totinos, never forget

Our existence is just an overly elaborate Rube Goldberg machine

As I walk the path of the forgotten
stripped of all but dignity.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone;
these are the trials we all must face.

Stripped of all but dignity
I shall not bow my head in shame.
These are the trials we all must face.
But, do I walk this path alone?

I shall not bow my head in shame.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
But, do I walk this path alone?
There is no shadow by my side.

The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone.
There is no shadow by my side.
As I walk the path of the forgotten.

When an angel gets their wings
A flightless bird is born.
It's when I think of these things
That my belief in god is torn.

Hickory dickory dock
Our phones are now our clocks
Digital has won
Analog's died out
Hickory dickory dock

Every late night dreary
As I post, weak and weary
Many a memes of dogs and more
"I should go to sleep" I say
"it's ******* four"

If I had a dollar
for every time you made me smile
I'd only have a dollar
because that one smile
is still going strong

It has been many moons since these translucent eyes set forth the bellowing cries of a whispered hymn. The cries of those long since forgotten, briefly heard, myopic, blind to the background sound of our nestled unruly world. The white noise that paints the landscape continually resetting itself in a desperate attempt to regain its foothold in our lives. It is this fight for free reign that forever brings me here. Brings me to each infinitesimal moment in life where we as the white noise fight for dominance over our subconscious realm.

Leery of what we experience with our senses and what we experience with the extensions of. Touching everything with our nothing making sure that the existence that we live is not just a state of mind but an actuality. We are self-altruistic, in this i am sure, for we care about the well being of ourselves. No state of mind left behind this is our status quo. Let it be that no mirror binds you to your own failures nor to those that look onto from a distance. Let you be your own shadow let your own shadow not be a former representation of what is but what's to come. Let your shadow be effectively that of which you strive. Let the shovels of ill will be fated to bury themselves hand in hand with those that foster it. Stand firm in your position overcome only by the mountains of your own design.

These peaks scream out echoes of your hate and shame not for you, nay. Not for I, nay. but for those that challenge what you stand for because the earth beneath our feet stands for everyone. stands stained with bloodied tears that rained down from our glorified manufactured heaven. This epoch marks the second coming of our custom, individualized, patent-pending, rights reserved, copyrighted Christ; our self-proclaimed god. self-proclaimed because we are the gods we seek, we ignore, and we pray for. the effervescent pool of life reads no running so we segue our way on this Segway to take advantage of the loopholes we ourselves placed as if only to cheat our fabricated reality because rebellion is refreshing and different but only when no one else is looking.

Stay strong they tell me
Hold your head up
High
And keep your back
Straight
They say
But they don't see the burden
On my shoulders
Or the things I'm thinking of
It's easier to bow my head in shame
Than break my neck
trying to look above

I met Grant when I was 13 years old
He’s never sure of himself or of the things he does
I avoid him when I can, but I don’t have it in me to say goodbye

James is a liar, but you wouldn’t expect it of him
It’s hard to say when we met
when I ask it’s always a different date

Grace is one of my best friends. She’s impulsive
Always doing things on a whim without thinking of the consequences
I met her after breaking up with a girlfriend four years ago

Steven is lazy and just doesn’t seem to care
People say he has a lot of potential if he put effort into what he does
I don’t think he believes it though
I’ve known Steven all my life

Rachel comes and goes
She’s very detached from the world and doesn’t like being around people
She always has a meticulously painted smile on her face to avoid questions
I got to know her three years ago, but I think I met her before then

Malcolm is James’ brother I’m pretty sure
He’s cocky, abrasive and passive aggressive, but I think it’s just an act
I met Malcolm shortly after graduating high school

 
Stephanie doesn’t know how to keep in touch
She is always forgetting to keep contact with the people she cares
She doesn’t mean to, it just happens. She’s good friends with Rachel
I’ve known her since I was young, seems like forever

These are my friends and I’m sure you’ve met them before
If not personally maybe through other friends or by different names
Each one is a link in a chain that grounds me

I'd give a penny for your thoughts
If I thought that there was something
Anything at any time but now
Come to think of it there's one thing
The thought that you could have a thought
Is worth a penny not just nothing
So take the penny and know that
Your thoughts have value
Even though it's just a penny
It's still something

I wouldn't mind diving
in the guilt
and in the tears
and in the memories
and in the fears
And in the hopes
And in the dreams
And in the music
And in the things
That drown out life
And help me reflect
On what has been
Or will hope to be
Because
If I could hold my breath for forever
I wouldn't have to drown

Dandelion seeds
Carried by winds to new lands
A new place called home

The year began with promises
Spilled over from the year that past.
Celebrating a passing checkpoint;
Ignorant of the bridge's collapse.
Too late to change and too late to stop
I dove in and I dove fast.
It was stupid to think that
Something like that would really last.

Left beaten and defeated
I tried to continue.
I tried to push but couldn't do.
I dragged on with a spirit diminished.
Thinking back that, had I looked,
Had I looked I could've finished.
And things would be different
I'd be the better instead of the finished.

The rest of the year was no better.
I hung my head low, not exactly in shame
To try and find peace with what had remained.
And retreated to my own mind
To collect what'd been left behind.
While maintaining a facade
Of the one who's unshaken;
Always joking about ****, ****, and baby makin'.

We all have our lows,
And we all have our highs,
And memories we cherish,
And those we despise.
But despite what has happened,
In the year of 2014,
I grew from my struggles.
Even if I struggled to know what that means.

If happiness is key
Then what of the door?
A room with no exit
Just walls and a floor

It unlocks many things
Let life give you wings

If life is a blessing
Then why do I hurt?
A life not worth living
It’s but an insult

Cherish all that you feel
With time all will heal

You question your own life
Ignore the given
Play the fool and the child
Even the deaf listen

If time is a constant
Then why’d nights stand still?
Air hangs without motion
Breathe breaths that don’t fill

You’ll find peace in the dark
Listen to your heart

If hearts do have rhythm
Then why’s there no beat?
With eyes frozen open
I am dead asleep

*You questioned your own life
Ignored the given
Played the fool and the child
Even the deaf listen

Untie the knot in my throat
So that I can try to speak
Let the air flow to my lungs
So that I can remember to breathe
If I look away in disgust
It’s from the tears that want to run
Don’t mind my smile
It’s the only wall I have

They say love is ever lasting.
That it sweeps you off your feet.
That it gives you butterflies
And it makes it hard to sleep.

They say love is a drug.
That it's addicting when it hits.
That it makes it hard to be without.
That you'll never truly quit.

I find that to be quite the opposite;
Except the part about the drug.
I only say this because...
Because i have been in love.

Love is a fairy tale with its ending still intact.
Not the happy every after,
But the part that's after that.

It's the part with all the problems.
With the lying and forgetting.
With the last minute birthday gifts.
With the arguing and yelling.

It's the part with the silent treatment.
And with sleeping separated.
And the texts that went unanswered.
And questioning if the spark has truly faded.

No, love isn't everlasting,
But it's a feeling you remember.
And even if the love dies down,
It never dies out but becomes an ember.

A day is a day until day becomes dusk
Then dusk becomes night
And night becomes night
And night becomes night
And night becomes night
Then night turns to dawn
And with the sun comes the dark
And the dark takes the life
And the life becomes light
As it fades with the memories
Of those who were lost
As the days turn to days

People tell me that you reap what you sow
which is why I plant on barren lands
so those consequences will never grow

"I think I still love you"
Said the branded to the brander
But it was a burning pain
Not a burning passion
That they felt
After their first love
Left their mark
And went away

Up a mental creek
With a broken paddle
What good is a life vest
If you're chained
To an anchor

A patchy sky leaves the moonlight with arrythmia
Leaving me to match it's rhythm
As I play "red light green light"
With the eyes and teeth that twinkle
In the shadows like stars
Painted on the void
Just beyond what I can see

I am a crude crayon drawing. Hastily put together with no consideration for any rules or guidelines. A grand idea given to a child to be processed through a mind of inexperience and constructed with hands that lack precision and coordination. There is no depth, there is no meaning, there is only me.

I am a pencil sketch. Taking the form of something that could be great, it could be priceless. It could be one of the greatest achievements. And with the same breath it could be said that it could be an abomination. Something taken and forgotten to forever sit in the pit with the rest of those that had no intentions of being finished. There is a hopeful fear with every swift line.

I am a water colour painting. A fluid expression of thought. An amalgamation of ideas coming to fruition with a sense of freedom unparalleled as of yet. Colours free to bleed and mingle to become something new, something beautiful.




I am scratchboard. A black canvas waiting to be carved.

It's not a question I can answer
because my today
is your yesterday
And your day before that
and the reason I'm still here
to greet you with a smile
is because I haven't found
a good enough reason
to sleep so long
That my today
becomes your
"I remember when he used to smile..."

I fear for my life
because my life
won't fear for itself.
You fear for your life
because your life
can't fend for itself.

You would think that judging by my demeanor that life was fit, a bit pop, bubbly, all is good, feel good, real good, rainbow, gum drop, sunny side up, clouds never here, lets sit down and enjoy the never fading sunset, cheers.

But no, that's not really me, see, I struggle just like we all do. I fight just like we all do. I cry, I bleed and I try just like we all do. I travel down the beaten path often with the same people who assume I segway my way through life. No, I wish but i don't. I trip some times like you don't. I've been hung up to dry. I've let me tears fly. I've screamed at the top of my lungs **** LIFE like the rest do. Off the top of these concrete mountains but I'm careful not to fall off like some do. I've walked with a limp, asked for change for a change while I wait for my check just like some do. I look happy not because I want to hide, to put up a front and sell my good pickings. I have no shame in who I am and how I came about. I have no shame in the ladder I'm climbing or the shoes that I wear though when it comes to the latter it's not really a choice, I swear. I'm not a liar or a fake what you see is what you get.

I'm up front and what I said is what I meant, I'm up front. I dwell but I don't set up camp that's why im happy. I dislike but I don't hate that's why I'm happy. I sulk but I keep my back straight that's why I'm happy. I examine but I put the magnifying glass away that's why I'm happy. I'm happy but I'm not ignorant I know my place. I'm happy because life is amazing just look around. I'm happy because of the things we have. Check out this site, look what I found. You don't have to go far to find something amazing in this world. Just open your eyes. This is why I'm happy.

Seeing things out of focus
Distorted views
Shadows on shadows
On walls that don't exist
Outside
The confines of the mind.
Tunnel vision
Through open fields
Blind to the wonders
That surround ones self
Happiness is
You're only lost
If others pave your road for you
Sounds of life
The echoes of death
Collections of thoughts
Meanings morphing
Changing
Losing and growing
Through individuals
Molding and defining
Based on the past
Events those of which
Are not shared
Where does the shallow end
How far do we go
Before something
Becomes more than skin deep
Walking backwards
Eyes closed
Turning around
Only to see
If the destination
Has been reached
Not knowing
What
The destination is
Scenic routes
No entry point
Mental landscapes
Lost in a shroud
Of doubt
Scent of rain with clear
skies
Life
Incomplete works of art
Eyes closed
Mind open for business
Musings
A collection of lost puzzle pieces
Dillusional
Abstract
Shapeless
Incoherent prose
The glass is either half empty
Or half full
Depending on the contents
Striving for more
Is the nature of everything.
Stagnant pools of empty thoughts
Time wasted
Following refractions of light
The abscence of light
Seeing only what others want
The future
Holds
What I chose to hand it

You can't caress a women
And provide a tender touch
With hands carved into canyons
So you turn those canyons into clouds
And become the morning fog
Lingering over the beautiful earth.

My memory lane is paved with memories I'd rather forget

We face facebook
More than books face us
People laugh out loud
But we hear nothing
The sound of taps and clicks
Are the equivalent of mice and crickets
The glow of the screen
Fights for dominance
We swipe our fingers
To flip pages on books
With no paper
Since when did we
Lose our sense of
Value
Giving priority to something
That in reality
Isn't worth a single cent
We are all deaf mutes
Acting a bit thrown back
When we hear our names
Instead of reading them

I connect the sound of rain drops hitting my window the way kids do in colouring books. The pitch of the drop determins the colour of the line that connects each raindrop and the loudness of the drop determines how bright or dim that colour is. Images in my mind are ones I will never be able to replicate. It's mornings like these that made me wish they would last forever

Sunken eyes filled with tears
Turned into wishing wells
Place a coin in each
And wish for my safe travels
On my voyage down
The river Styx

My parents told me I was dead to them
When I came out as gay at 16
They died three years later
I tried but couldn't be sad because
How can I mourn the death of those
Who didn't mourn the death of me