I studied much science, then shifted to art
That presented theater to me
I shifted to history, why do we fight?
No effects are without cause
What is the source of war?

How does humanity have religion?
Where is the basis of our decisions?
Our complications, observations, & nations?

I look to the sky.
It is always beautiful.  It is undeniable.
I know people like facts. I love them.

Logic entangled with emotion..
We walk through risk's rosy brambles..
We often end up in shambles..

Survival..
It became luck, morality, and intelligence..
You call it common sense..

It is ironic how uncommon it has become
We laugh and smile but..

Too many live numb..

Feeling when we're young, fading with time
Into our beloved, imagined normality..
You call it typical life..

I call it insanity..

Simply because evidence proves it to be..

Don't be mad at me
I'm not mad at you..

I just can't understand..
Why you wouldn't want to understand..

We say science helps humanity..
So is it confirmation bias?
Where does our fear come from?

You want peace but help to end it..
We're only different because we lied..
To mirrors..
Then judged others..
Our money as a glue for a fatal game of fate..

It is not my place to judge you
You are you and I am always only me..
You say you want equality
We say we love democracy..

Why then does Earth.. A pale blue dot..
Help itself to its own death?

The truth is simple
It is simple because it is facts and logic
It is also never perfectly obtainable

Call it Heaven or the universe..
Either way..
Mysteries are infinite..

Nature is a woman of secrets
Time is a man of faith and honor

We really would benefit from listening..
To our parents.. To our God or no God..
Our Gods and Goddesses or their absence..
To our imaginative possibilities..

I will never hate humanity
I will never judge you

But..

I will call you out when you act crazy
When you nurture insanity..

We are human but not very humane
That is the reality

I only will ask you one question..

I want to breach into your secrets..
I want to define your theaters of war..

I want to find conflict's source..

The truth is often scary
It will still set its seekers free..
If we are more than few.. It can do that..
More and more quickly..

What we're doing never worked
Survival and peace calls for something new..

I think of pure truth..
How it can be scary and still save lives..

So.. here is my question to humanity..

Why Are You Afraid?

**** or a lie?
You're drowning in manipulation's waters
Fake your smile. Lie.
I know your nightly tears are a fact
One you can't deny
A fake smile is pointless
We all decieve nonetheless  
We're our own fatal mistake

Why does no one ask the darkness..
"Are you ok?"

Fools wander whilst being unmade..
They wonder where agony sleeps..

Within a Silent Mirror is genesis of pain..

A normal day waking up

I fetch me a quick dose of a nation's situation

The television on as briefly as possible

Down my hallway, a shower, steeling myself

Applying my image to shield vulnerabilities

Briskly walking back through the hallway

Raising a ******* to a blank tv screen

So much pain..

Coffee or an energy drink?
Maybe ***** but I need to be able to think

Reaching like a tired Monster for a Redbull

I still can't escape by flying away..

Counter drawers, withdrawing a dose..

An antidepressant placebo

This land's status always makes it both though

Anyways..

Light of the new day looms
I'd love to just witness compassion

Yeah.. Its.. A normal day..

With a heart screaming silently
With a mind trained to suppress

Appearing as my best..

This stress..

When will it end..?

Lately I'm on autopilot

The stress feels like I'm a mess at best

Knowing I'm not alone in this.. 

It brings a slight comfort and a wave of hurt..

Times are changing and..
Its.. Heartbreaking..

"Man in his arrogance"
-Carl Sagan

--May you rest peacefully amongst the stars--

All we have destroyed..
Look at the skies..
Those stars..
Those dreams..
Those wonders..

Money and power
Splendor and valor
Music and our judgment

We do seem.. Paradoxical

Harmoniously dissonant
We were given ourselves..
By Nature or by God..
A gift of a chance..

Why do we draw lines?
Lines of paper copied from earth
Counties and countries

Simple foolishness

Earth is home
Keep it simple
Help it stay that

Your opinions matter
My opinions matter
It is our species

It is what we know now
All the meanings we create..

Humanity is insignificant
When sketching with the pride of ego

As we drew lines around beauty to claim it
We whittled ourselves down

We must not hate intelligence

We must view Humanity..

As the Moon did long ago..

A blue wonder's residents..
Miracles..

Free of lines
Free of our own abuse..

I am only words..
Love is my hidden explanation for respect
So I worry for her..

The moon..

I would see her tears
I would hold Earth's Moon's hand..
I would if I could..

She exists terrified
She would float away
She strains against our gravity

I cannot blame her..
We made life a fire in front of her

Yet still there is Hope..
We could build a floating heaven..
You are not bound to Hell
You can live

So live and forgive..

The stars are waiting for you..
Embrace your dreams
Make them yours..

We are us..
And us is all we have
Nothing is forever..

Life exists to be lived

Appearances
The hope of judgement
The expressing of oneself a tool for sentiment
Judge not the appearance of the woman 
Nor the postured stature of any man

She never meant it
No money she had to end it
Then judgement was thrown against it
Her silence lives where pain went..
 
As she walked through a doctor's doors
You called her everything
Then a little bit more

As she lost what was dreams
Still hated ever more..
Forever scorned..

He was kind
Society is so blind
No one is born with baggies in hand
Money is torture, so he made a drug plan

Now take the father or mother
They simply fell ill
Yet even still verbally they abuse them
Hating them on a whim at your will..

Homeless after a career
A Mother
A Father
You created their fear
And on the streets humanity ends
Pain draws so near..

Looked at as bums..
Seriously?
My God ***?

This leaves me stunned
Anger of all gods we wrote into existence
Now only fuel for each instance of judgment
Harsh words in an instant
Devoid of raw substance

What have we done? 

Do you not see this?

We took love and kindness

Now they seem dead
I want to live freely..

As my heart burns in my head..

I think of good soldiers chock full of lead

What have we done?

We should have loved instead..
Look at them

Real lives
That have been rendered dead

A horror, tears on our pillows
Souls of weeping willows..

The unspoken thoughts that live in my head
Beg you to care instead..

Please learn love..
Kindness..

We can still make it
If we work hard at it, friend..

We can end up ahead
Speeding toward goodness

A lesson
Pain of the past

Light speed for light years.. Years long 
Tears fall strong..

I sing with words silent
Setting aside my hells inside..

Sometimes in life you just gotta move along..

Will you hear my song?

Because we have had this strength

...

Had it all along..

My country tis of thee
Land changed hatred free
Violence for the judged
Silence for the observer
Evil never budges
It changed kindness to brambles
Left my flag in shambles
We could pick up the pieces..

This is an american begging his populace to put an end to this..

We exist as broken as the lives that were stolen..

Too many are dead
We pray in our rooms
No cure no med

Tears upon the pillows of our beds

Ignorance
Arrogance
You've no heart to know
So apart we grow

My country tis of thee..

We are dying in this melting ***..
Such horrid heat, lost in thoughts

My country tis of thee..
We grow as we fade

I am not the only me
You stole yourself now we cannot be free

I beg you
Wake up

Hatred shut up

America grow up

This is not what veterans fought for..

Shame on you
Love a blue hue

Task of a saint
Heart of blue paint

People have tried but hearts have turned faint..

I melted fear
Ice of the trapped
But that grew doubt
Hunter of smiles

I run but its smart
My heart will see the good
But my mind..

Will analyze you to shreds

Should my guard ever fall

Know you have a gift..

Its the task of a saint
Loving a heart of blue paint
People try but its hope feels so faint

So as I fall in endless rhyme
I still get back up with every line..

Knocked down reliably as air gives life

Becoming more human every time

Virgil led me to a dream
Into a nightmare I could change
It is truly strange

Duly noted, my ego, my urge
Seen and considered

Morality or less
My stress and this mess
Withered as the rest

Virgil had met one similar
Many journeys ago

I was never the man, never him
I even judged the lost
Karma makes ignorance pay a cost

This Hell I made..
Oh, how I have paid..

In the mirror stands Dante..
But I am not the man, never him

Like many I lived blind

Now..

The Circles carry me away..
But I never paid for my forgiveness

Will that be enough?

Break my sky
Crash upon my silence
Winds of a chaos ridden story
Violence with pen in hand
Among the earthly struggle
I want your trouble

Send me rain
Wash away the pain
Insane to sane

We are the same, when noise turns silent
Fear grows, pain knows..

Words are daggers

I feel battered
Nothing mattered

Playing the fool
I was just a tool

It is for you I yearn
I swear.. I never learn

Rain begins to fall
Heart of pain
Changed to gain

I yearn still, desperate to learn

Lightning obliterates the darkness
Break my sky..

Thunder loud as hate heals scars of hearts
Break my sky..

Dark soundings of silence die
A broken sky..

It's ok..

I've no need for a sky to fly
It is broken but ended a lie

I still yearn for the sky
Time made me learn

But I can fly..
A part of me died..

Chasing the years of my life..
Chasing a new horizon

Due north
I crash through a shattered sky

I've died a thousand times
I give part of my heart in rhymes

In a world full of lies
Somehow hearts tie ties
Knots of hope in oceans of agony
We still survive..

It is for those willing to listen..
It is to help my heart stop fading

I spill my soul upon the page..

Because no matter where I go..

My pain builds my cage..

Life is a journey

Love is enigmatic. A reason that can randomly appear before you to lead toward an end frantic. Manic in a panic love can sink you like Titanic.

Life has twists and turns so plan it.
Otherwise life can be pain on this planet.

Love has risk but can blind you. It can find you, heal you, break you, and teach you.

It can lift you to a heaven on earth.
It's a beauty and a curse so use common sense first..

You will break hearts. Maybe you have. Ripped out of you your heart can be broken. Maybe it is. But press forward and live.

To live is a gift. So don't die and live at the same time. Hope is power. Enigmatic.

A crucial reason to live when you feel frantic. A reason that can save you as if it was magic.

Life is a journey..

If feelings are real why am I judged when I feel? Why is a heart only of value when its not tattered to shreds, battered and dead, lonely and cold my home is my bed.

Instead of wondering why I say what I said know I live alive but feel like I'm dead.

Having a heart is something of value, you say this yet still hearts torn apart walk on a line, on the left is appearance, the right a result of society's malfeasance. Left is for eyes. The right why hope dies.

I need my mom. I need my Dad.. I need back the family that I once had. Give me the love and give me the past. Help me live a life of hope truly unmasked. Task of a saint, heart of blue paint, people have tried but my heart has grown faint.

Agony inside, weight of the world, strength of steel, cruel and unreal.

This is damage you cannot heal. This is hope slain and then pain been made real. It's exposing my heart but that's how I feel.

Smiles can be the best lie.

We both know why.

Time...

A fine line
Walked on by some, run on by others

Stood still upon by the wise and the fools

Different reasons
Different views

Seasons pass
Feelings brew

Billions of people
Just like you

Wondering why
Wondering who

Wanting a good life
In a world that can harm

A world that can cut
A world that can leave itself behind

You really aren't that alone
Nor am I

But the long nights..
Oh those long nights..

Opening the scars unseen, invisible..
Remnants of heart's fights
Life's lights
Stars in a dream's night

Memories to hold close
Memories from time
We are fine

We walk our lines..

Mirrors draw them as well
Eyes in a mirror

Souls in a cage..

Mysteries of silence..
Spilled on a page..

Like a feather free to drift
They fall

Into pieces..
Stand tall

Pick up the fragmented memories
Electric energies
Nostalgic synergy
Painful comfort in me

The then and the now..

Buried deep..
Smiling..

Its a monster
An angel
My dreams..
My nightmares..

Lines of time draw invisible lines of age that prove I've become less and more at the same time..

No matter what
Through all ups and downs..

You are mine..

Hello, my close enemy..
Hello, my distant friend

Soothe and break me..
Mold and make me..

Hello.. Mirror..

Love.. And hate me..

Hello..

Just a memory
Just a lie
The way they used me
Praying to die

Feigning smiles by day
Floodgates of a heart by night
Opened to keep one alive
Closed at dawn just to survive

I guess..
That's life..

Judged for negativity
Wear your mask

I can't wear mine
Can't walk your line

Life is naught but a task as of late..
Such is fate..

Still my choice I guess..
Its all a mess..

I will drown in rain to live
I will never weave lies to survive

So stay out of my cloud of rain

And smile to hide your pain

Politically correct
Innocent lives in debt

Like knives to our hearts you are malevolent.
Talk up a moral storm you are extravagant.

Masks of benevolence you're held in reverence.

See the problem is some see through this to your core and its cold calculating wit.

See you for what you are

For God's sake I could pay my bills for a year with the same amount of money you used to buy your car.

You are an epitome of manipulation, a paramount form of deception, genius enough in presentation to appear caring as you wreak devastation on a nation stagnant in invisible, and emotional condemnation, forcing us to be focused on living with dimming and dying hope you are our annihilation.

Formal in wreaking havoc to life you appear politically correct but you are the pain of lies that leaves love slain. So much pain..

The rain of a soul beneath shattered eyes

The weavers of amoral demise

Your eyes lie when you make promises

Ours cry..

Promises.. Again?..

Promises.. So many promises..

Heartlessness, sicknesses, you did this.

You wrote this story, you damaged lives, led em' amiss then sadistically justified this, you are in bliss despite innocence that died from this over and over you punish our existence to profit shamelessly from it.


Heh.. Well then..

Tell me how you know pain. You use our lives for monetary gain. You are the reason we feel insane. The cause of broken heart's rain.

You feed the rich..

You thieve the poor.. And still you want more..

You are politicians.. So correct..

Despite millions of lives wrecked..

You still press on..

All to cash..

Your..

Oh so beloved..

Check...

I am terrified. Its a circle. A cycle. I ask for help. But still choose self-destruction. I hate to be alone yet alone is my most comfortable home.

I smile.. I am a facade..

The black hole for the kind. The nuke for the heartless. The failure who has grown hatred. The love who became hate.

The one left behind..

The man who wishes for escape..

But can never escape himself..

I am the battle within a shattered heart..

Torn asunder..

Ripped apart

For a poet words are a tool. One of power, of love, of fear, of weakness, strength, and enlightenment. They are the method that runs a poet's own soul.

They hold the power of a heart for a poet to wield. A poet can expose, or shield, observe, morph sentiments at will, stay strong or yield.

But oneself is the truest victim in the abyss of a poets' mind..

Many live apart, amiss, at best stressed, always looking for light while filled with fright tired of fights.. Tired of walking emotional miles, they tread waters of commotion, heart decaying from life's erosion, yet still so outspoken, awoken yet dead, happy but we cry in our beds..

Some cannot live typically so cryptically we write, we fight, wrong or right anything to survive our past-ridden nights, over and over..

We write..
And..
We write..

We just want to feel ok

Smile with tears, laugh with pain, this slow life-drain to drive me insane, ahead eyes shut, speed down any lane, to any home, any love, til floating up above or nothing.

Constricting is truth, Contradictive is success, leading to great appearances but in mirrors a mess, obsessed with escaping this life under duress, so stressed, at best, I'm like the rest..

Those alone with people in full surround..

Those nowhere-bound, winded up, stressed, and torn down..

I am the tears in the rain that crash dissonant, so loud, to wake you from the lies you live..

..Will you hear me...?

A light-darked etching
A simple-minded fledgling
Sketchings in time life's testing

I am apart

Bravery to fight
Never to prove I am right..

Stalwart as a bulwark..

Stark with my heart..

I am rarely right.. I'm up every night

Never to prove I'm right.

But to prove sometimes.. You are wrong..

We all have moments
Seconds really..
Moments to cherish and moments to fear

All along right or wrong, wrong or right..

I know you're fed up as are many..

So fight

Seek and obtain enlightenment despite judgement..

Lockdown your light..

Make it yours..

Shaken..

Inside me is a war
Between the love and hate
The dark and light
The right and wrong
Conflicted all along..

Heart apart
Parts of a puzzle

Parts of life..

Against my will the image in the mirror shatters..

The pieces burst forth in such slow motion..
Charged with emotion

Glassened memories float around me..
Truth surrounds me..

They flutter like rose petals free to fall
Fated to fade
Elated to be free..
Don't let them come back to me..

Hitting the ground the memories shatter into more fragments..

Of time..
Of fate
Of love
Of hate..

In rhyme I live liberated
In life I live smiling, trapped in the lies

But hazel green never lies..
In these eyes you will see an abyss..

Hope exists within this abyss to want back the people I miss..

But I warn you..

There is emptiness within this abyss..

If you stare beyond smiles.. Into the chasm..

It will look back into you..
Grayed and cold.. dead and old..

Haunting you and haunted by your warmth..

I walk the roads of life..
I walk.. And walk..
Until I find home..
I see lost hearts..

...You are not alone
..Let us walk together..

Turn the Tides of Time..
To when I was so young
Travel life back to remind this soul of home
When I was the truth of my Nature..

Before I was wayward and anywhere-bound..

When this heart had not yet traveled the Waters of Nature to the Shores of Time..

When the world was less understood
When life shined kind and good..
Before I had to seek running light..
Every night..

Before the world came rushing in..
Before love and pain were alike
Akin to perfection were those years of life

Until Father Time took out his knife..

Until Mother Nature was darkened under the weight of the very sky I dreamed to touch..

Until I was only this normal human..
Until smiles and laughter became defense and hollow..

Mother Nature, I wanted to know you..
Father Time, I can't understand you..

But I can flow with these tides.. I can be resistant to your knives..

Oh, what horrors you have done to our lives..

But, Father Time..
Your shores will never beach this man..

I will survive..
I will find my sky..
A sky of hope.. Undarkened..
Unharmed..

By you..