One little thing, or a thousand, it's hard to know
can't organize it, put it in a box
like a trillion stars bursting in all directions but somehow making sense, intricate designs upon designs upon designs
chaotic and complex, but beautiful in our complexity
they try to make it all work, to put together the puzzle
order, organization, stability, rules
Fear. Fear brings everything into perspective for some
and nothing makes sense to others. Spurring to action or inaction. Not all action is visible though. Invisible action the more powerful of the two by far. The pen, for instance, ever mightier than the sword. Takes much more action to use effectively and powerfully.
Sometimes things don't make sense to some, but perfect sense to others. Boxes are made for the dead, not for the things that run around in your head.

Pit of snakes, where does one start the other end
smiling and nodding it's all pretend
not what they think when they see my vacant stare
not stupid, my mind is just everywhere
door slams on one tiny thought
had it right in my hand, but now it's not
staring at the judgmental snowy page
it's like a zoo animal locked in a cage
waiting to wander about and set free
unfortunately that poor thing is waiting on me
flutters around like pretty butterflies
taunting you with lots of enticing lies
zeroed back in like a tiger that's tracking
ignoring the concentration you're lacking
oh look! Something shiny its right under there!
oh really? what is it? It went under where?
out of my seat like a running gazelle
man I hate homework. It must be from hell.
but I have to try harder, I really do care
and don't forget I made you say underwear. :-P

Happy hopeful little words
like twitterpated little birds
skipping like a flattened stone
dripping like an ice cream cone
bubbles floating on the breeze
sparkling like the deep blue seas
fluffy soft with wagging tail
silent green of wooded trail
through the clouds in rays of sun
unsteady legs of life begun
windswept snowy mountain tops
spit of sand with palm tree copse
rushing river with rocky sides
holding tight on sand dune rides
soaring high on feathered wing
angels voices start to sing
beauty in things great and small
relief when I surrender all

Reflecting shimmering as I look at you
you're me I see, but somehow there are two
one of them's wild, and reckless, and free
one thinks too much, can't just let things be
the first one travels and jumps off of stuff
the second works hard so there is enough
there must be a balance but I don't know where
so torn between you I'm pulling out my hair
I want nice things and a beautiful home
but I don't want to be stuck and not free to roam
I want a good job that I love and is "me"
like writing a book in a house in a tree
but the other me wants to make some money
and actually be taken somewhat seriously
decisions decisions as I try to "grow up"
but I'm Peter Pan and I'm totally stuck
If I give up my fun side and go for the money
I might be trapped where it never gets sunny
but if I give up the cash and chase after the sun
might have to work till I'm 90, and that isn't fun
one of you's brains and one of you's heart
which one is right? I don't know where to start
my heart has lead me to adventures untold
but my brain wants to know what else can unfold
i've followed my heart and she's struggled so long
my brain wants to taunt her and say she was wrong
as they stare at each other like strange cats in a path
the heart full of love and the brain full of wrath
the heart's always won, should the brain get a turn?
if I do that i'm scared we will watch the world burn
but if its the heart that I follow this time
am I just doomed to repeat this dumb rhyme?
insanity's the same thing again and again
expecting that maybe this time I will win
so maybe it's time to change up this story
and go for the "****" and the guts and the glory
one day I know that the two will entwine
then I won't have to choose 'tween my heart and my mind

Silence beckons deep hearts reaching crying love
but the chatter is deafening inescapable
screaming aloud in a crowd with no ears
sitting in a sea of techno twerking scramble
laughing and touching, eyes like grasping hands
clawing and fighting trying to catch a breath
eyes closed tight fighting, overwhelming
blood leaking from heart through bleeding ears
drowning in noise not loud enough to drown out the pain
the hardest of things to enjoy but the most satisfying
the master, take silence from the noise and push
inverted blast, silent atomic energy expanding
envelops all it touches, louder in its silence than all else
falling away, fading into the background as it passes
lonely despair in the twisting, grinding, raucous, sinful sea
escaping running, faster fading, slowing quietly awaiting
forest of silence, glowing inside brilliantly shining peace. Alone.

twisting and turning all muddled about
my brain.. there's no ending I can't find the route
there's no path to follow that leads to the next
like trying to make sense of a foreigner's text
things are all tangled and covered in sauce
its difficult to figure out who is the boss
hard to look good when it's all on your face
like trying to demand you belong in your place
respect is something that is earned and not taken
a good leader can always admit he's mistaken
fear, regret, resentment, anger and hate
its hard to respect when that's all on your plate
respect goes both ways and you get what you give
it all starts with you if you want peace to live
if both of you hold on to all of the bad
then you will both end up very sad
fill your heart with forgiveness and love
pray and ask for some help from above
then you may end up cooking spaghetti together
a step towards something that can stand any weather

creeping crawling something burning
everything is somehow yearning
thoughts of deep and twisted sighings
sometimes you just know they're lying
fun it stops and round it goes
and comes again so touch your nose
its still there its not that cold
but check your hair it's getting old
rambling down the ramp of summer
lake boat fills us back with wonder
you thought I was saying i'm rambling
better writing than sit and gambling
what comes next I do not know
but I keep writing even though
I'll stop when I run out of words
oh look there goes some pretty birds
oh wait their fish but they are flying
big fat tuna down there dying
sitting sweet on dinner plates
oh shut up this fish is great
ok I think I'm stopping now
right after I just take this bow

I can't read any more poetry
was not meant to rhyme
with this statement of weird facts
are different to the people viewing them
like in an accident when you're in a car
wash your face and your hair
brained ideas are all running
horses right over the edge
of this razor is duller than ever
ever after and then some
people just never know you
think you know everything
in the world comes back around
and around and around she goes
to the store to buy some more
that I think about why I love somebody
let the cat out again and I can't find him
and I were meant to be
better at your job and you might get somewhere
over the rainbow where monkeys fly
to California to see your family
jewels and gold in an old treasure chest
x-ray showed a heart murmur
into my ear that you love me

It glitters falling ever faster
source is full and spilling over
clouds of eyes that have no master
wishing on a 4-leaf clover
twinkling down upon the leaves
it's sticking to the spikey clouds
watering down as though it grieves
and fallen tresses round it shrouds
source of water pouring out
heart of all it pulses rain
full and drenching now in pout
the earth is drenched in angel pain