We can see the art for what it is
What
It
Is
All these things we write
              Are merely cries for help
There
      Is
   Someone
We want to have hear us
                                        
                                                                ­                   Who
                                                             ­                    Doesn't
And we can look for
And never find
We can find a meaning
That isn't                                                            ­    Really
There
And this blind alliteration
These rhymes
This metaphor
Merely all devices
To show how much we                                       Care
Only hope
One soul can love enough
For all of those who don't
                             Or
A lost soul
Can
       Finally
                   Find
                           It's
Way
                                 Home

Only a pattern of happenstance
It's all it ever was
It's all we ever want
A linear progression of repetition
And evolution will never explain
Theories we can prove
Faith based on belief
But buzzards and doves are birds  

And the living room is underwater
And there are dinosaurs in every room
And the next logical step
Is for us to invent time travel
It was a random sequence of memories
That grew under the Sun
And grew under the moon
And it is the basis for what will be    

  It was the way that we a perceive
Pre conceived notions
And the money of nations
It's this reality that is more like a dream  
And the eruption was felt in the kitchen
The lava is flowing building islands
Where we can invest in condos
And share time on white sand beaches

Living like a shaman
Reading stars in the night
And feeling the spirits
We are the same
Just cosmic reflections
In a pool of life

I speak to the shadows
My constant companions
I speak to them
But they don't speak back

Dying like a soldier
Fighting through front lines
Tanks and bombs
Bullets to strike me down
A manifestation
The pain of life

I speak to the shadows
As though they understand
And I understand them
We cry together

Being as a madman
A lunatic howling at the moon
With a pain I can't forget
A pain that pushes me on
A realization
The truth of life

I speak to the shadows
With nothing in my hands
A hole in my heart
And a hope that they can hear

I will always be
And even the stars I am made from
Have become black holes
Fuming with all the light they have devoured
I will always be
And my devolution to a lower species
A primal instinctual beast
That pities passion and hates what's beautiful
I will always be
A hurricane that never meets the land
A bitter force of nature
Who dies alone in some northern sea
I will always be
A bubbling stewing volcano
A ticking time bomb
Just waiting for the right time that never comes
I will always be
Beat down

1623

A World made penniless by that departure
Of minor fabrics begs
But sustenance is of the spirit
The Gods but Dregs

because we fell in love with the law
and fell out of love with ourselves.

because the ***** of great minds
wear pineapple fatigues in their fathers’ *******;

from Judas swallowing 9 bullets
to one day being a kid at heart
a symptom of some abnormality.

Ever get the feeling that you’ll die on a Tuesday?

Or one day wake up on their government bed
Screaming,
“you can blame the French Revolution
On silent reading!”

watching

as three teacups of *** plan war on the asphalt.

there you are
hiding just outside the glow of the streetlamp
in the alley, waiting patiently

who were you Jack?
you maniac
when did your mind turn?
what twisted event led you here?
keep it under control Jack
I know, she's coming
I hear her footsteps too

was it in your childhood Jack?
did something happen...
beatings in the dark?
were those nightmares real?

why not give that blade to me and walk away...
please Jack...
Jack?
I know...you must
it is what you are...
addiction is a terrible thing

are you ready Jack?
I hear your heart pounding
now make pleasant conversation,
slowly raise the blade as she eats the cherries
very good Jack
now watch as the life slowly leaves her stark, staring eyes
wait for the breathing to cease...
there...now you can go to work
you've left your mark once more
and you are fixed again

who were you Jack?
you maniac

I always hear
You never listen
And this life is just an illusion
This life is just a dream
Everybody's sleeping
And I would die to wake up

Someday you will die and something some how's going to steal your carbon

In a sand box
In a paradox
An egocentric predicament
When matter matters not
All I am is thought
And feelings

Some day you will die and someone's or something's will steal your carbon

So I turn on the radio
And turn it up
And let the music speak to me
Its just a band
No one understands
When I do

Some day something will die and
Somehow you'll figure out how
Often you will die somehow and
Something going to steal your carbon

I rode a white steed
Across the netherworlds only to reach
I rode a white steed
A knight in shining metallic armor

I fought wars for the queen
I stormed the castle walls and razed them to the ground
I fought wars for her honor
Hers is a cause that I call noble

I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen
I was a knight in shining armor
I fought wars for her honor

And as I'm dying
Bleeding out slowly
On a raging battlefield
Cut down by mighty king Arthur

My blood on Excalibur's blade

I die in peace
Knowing my last thoughts will be
I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen

My next poem
Will be a masterpiece
Enough to please the mind
And the soul
The next poem
That I set down in concrete
To last throughout the ages
Will last throughout the ages

It will speak
Not only to your heart
But to your soul
To every better part of you
To your reality
To your dreams
Speaking loud above the muddle
The average trying to be heard

But that's my next poem
Not this one
I'm still only building to
This is only practice

My next poem
So utterly true and profound
It will change the world
Will change your world

This is not a song
But you can sing along
If you know the words

We all have needs
And needs have needs
And giants made of tiny giants
Mountains made of molecules

This is not a song
But all the notes
Adhere to the same scale

We all have pain
And pain gives us something
Its a knowledge we live
Its a pain we love

This is not a song
But its musical
Its beautiful
Its deeply ingrained
In the instincts of beast
And the hopes of gods

And everyone will reach
For the stars and the moon
The dreams of higher man
Not everyone will reach

This is not a song
And we have melody
When harmony is impossible