A good man suffers with the suffering
Aches with the lonely
Cries with the weeping
Crumbles beneath the heavy weight
Of human suffering
Self-destructs or
Dies trying
No self lies or denying
He feels for humanity
Is unable to bend with society
A good man hurts beyond measure
Thank goodness, I am not a good man

Born in its world to live
Love in heart to give
Yet carried to grave none
Ìn earth's home life done
Moment and time doth change
War and peace life unfortunate yet strange
Torn apart by hands of fate
Bitterness pile up in heart of hate
Why
Why
Why

The curse of power is that it tends to corrupts
The hearts and minds of those who want it to much
Even those who have already acquired it
Can lose their way and get mired in it
But if by some miracle you remain unscathed
Then you have the obligation to use it the right way
Cause all it takes for evil to prevail
Is for good men to do nothing while wicked men turn this world into hell

The mind stays steady as your fingers race
up and down the alphabet
tapping a dance across a key board
this is a poets voice,
singing songs plucked out of the great silence.

Come all ye dreamers and dance the dance of inspiration
Fill thy void and ignore the screams of those who stink of desperation
Forget the fools who told you what could never be
For a dreamer’s greatest gift is to see what is yet unseen
To gaze upon the future and know  what will be
Spin around and take a sideways glance at all realities
Be hopeful and be wise dreamer, but above all else
Accept no confinement and strive to be your greatest self

Shakespeare’s Caesar
Was never noble
Dripping blade dropping blood
Brutus nailed it
To cease the invasions
To end the destabilization
To save his nation
From a warmonger
Crimson smothered blade
Slick with sic gore
The ideas of march
Antony claimed
Noble Caesar
And the masses followed suit
The mob never knew the truth
Caesar was a monster
Gutted and blooded
Life flooded from his vein
But never came close to the stains
That painted his hands

I am not the greatest spokesperson
More like pebble tossed in the middle
Rippling and sinking to the bottom of the ocean
Not maintaining any notion of immortality
Not sustaining the ultimate truth of reality
The water will settle despite my mettle
With a negligible not even perceptible
Change in the oceanic levels
To note that I was ever really here

He broke the lines of predictable behavior
Social situations turned on their head
Normal niceties forgotten
Hours lost to thought
Insights gained
Through introspection and pain
Reverse engineering society
Toying while destroying
Old norms and taboos
To build new ones
And destroy them to
Reading and learning
Thinking and feeling
Perceiving
The tangible
Perceiving
The abstract
Perceiving that his perceptions
Were limited
Not tools of the divine
But faulty flesh devices
Thinking and acting
Reacting and justifying
A chemical being
Of energy
Put it in poetry
Then cycled back again
Where
He broke the lines of predictable behavior
Social situations turned on their head
Normal niceties forgotten
Hours lost to thought
Insights gained
Through introspection and pain

They don’t trust a teacher
But they love a crooked preacher
Don’t like a scientist
But a corrupt politician
Gets their respect

If I could I would
Walk away from this world
Strip myself of flesh
Fly facing upwards
Soaring to and through
The beautiful cosmos
Because I am tired
Of the heartbreak
I would slide straight
Into a searing star
Allowing myself to be
Incinerated

Why
Because truths are debated
Not on their merit
But on the words of fanatics
Science is rejected
Madness is accepted
And from that weakness
Violence is encouraged

Let the sun destroy me
It would hurt less
Than to see the avoidable destruction
Of our withering society