Life is easier,
with love
But love is easier,
without romance

Quiet solitude
Sanctimonious and Holy
A hermit in the wind

Life goes on
without you
But you are fun
to have around

Private horror
Ceremonial Cloistering
Old man at Twenty-Three

Two things stay by my desk
Whiskey, a half bottle
A sugary snack or drink

I like to feed my soul
But with something foul
So I don't outlive my friends

I want to die young and beautiful
Too bad I'm ugly
But I can die young

Something haunts my sleep
A sick bed at 60
I won't let it happen to me

Words
They're all I've got
I made a present out of them
For a girl
She said, "Thanks"
That's all I got.

Words
Are better left unspoken
When you're a man
A small man
Without any wits
Or money.

Words
Betray my better sense
Leave morals out
Even when I don't want
To hurt everything
That lives

Words
Are a poor currency
You can't trade them
For anything but words
Which make terrible
Sandwiches

Words
Will be the last thing I have
When I'm old and feeble
But I'm feeble now
And my words are
Old

No one will tell you
Being "deep" has a diminishing return
After a while you're just
Cynical
Self-Absorbed
Pompous
Eccentric
Because you've gone too far
Shallow people don't want "deep"
They just want "deep-er"

Truly insightful people,
Great minds and intellectuals
Won't tell you the other part
About how if you keep digging
You'll go too deep
For anyone
Even you
And you'll bust the bottom out
And the whole **** well
Will spill out

And then you're nothing
Just an echo.

There is a certain kind of sorrow
It bleeds backwards from tomorrow
It seethes, rends, and screams at night
It whispers promises of yet unknown fright

There is a certain kind of terror
When you realize too late the error
The sort of mistake you can't take back
The kind that leaves you shrunken, black

There is a certain kind of lonely
That aches even more in the homely
It echos and rebounds until you're done
Chills your bones in the warmth of the sun

When these three meet, men will falter
Stumble and they catch you faster
They cut and change and rip and alter
They shout and call out to their master

Breathe in deep before they rise
They're easy to defeat my friend
Steady your heart; close your eyes
Each new fear is not your end

******* world
I've got a new shirt
And ten dollars
My father never dreamed
I'd beat his record
Of "biggest *******"
This chip on my shoulder
Has bent my spine
And now I'm crooked
Just a con man
Like the daddy
I never knew

My insanity is inconvenient
It never overtakes me
When I want to write
Or when I want to love
I stay sane when I drink
Calm when I grow angry
My brain goes double-dolphin-riding-bear-juggling-t-rex-crazy
When I try to sleep

I want to feel endless

wrap your body around mine
until I lose myself

if only for just a moment

take my hand in yours, so that,
when you pull away, you
take my sorrows with you

so even when you're gone I'm happy

run your fingers ever so gently
across my skin
I want every neuron, every nerve ending
to feel on fire, just once

because I need to feel alive

take me home,
kiss away the bad memories,
and let me sleep in your arms

I want to feel infinite.

Is this a lie, or just a fantasy
I wake in my dreams
I sleep on my feet
Once I was tired
In a dream that I had
I woke feeling rested
And doubted my life
Was I always so tired
Or just living a dream
Am I awake now
Or just sleeping forever
I can't answer my question
Until I find sleep
I can't sleep one wink
Until I find peace