Breathing chastity,
Grave
Remind me of the frozen coward
You'll understand

Where were you born?
Somewhere in Kentucky she moans,
Always placid like driven grey schemes,
Or meticulous spiders,

For what ever it is worth,
Time speeds up next to you,
Having fun is an understatement,


Only thing is,
Your not real,
I may not be either, I'm waiting for that answer,
Maybe it is time to find out?
Or at-least inquire,
Who should I ask?
The trees?

This is a poem,
My dear friend,
Penned in the darkest of inks,
In the brightest of lens,
Contemplating, serenading,
All at once,
Chased by desire,
Fraught by might,

This is a poem,
My lonely owls,
One for the women,
One for the cows,
For what so ever you wish,
Is dis-tasteful the least,
A broken *** of luster
A shaded *** of metal,

Tie me up,
To the grafted tree,
Hang me up,
The crime is done,
Now let me rest,
Now let me seep into the best of you,
Inside the worst of me,
Hoping,
Waiting,
Never-mind,
I'm always jaded

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

If you have no purpose,
Don't sit and think to yourself
At the end of the day,
What a shame it is you got nothing done.
You did exactly what you planned to do,

Nothing.
And sometimes,
Nothing is all you need to do.

Thanks again
Trimming banquets of ice-ish tunnels of growth and decay,
Like swords and staves abound each day,
Like plenty I follow the whim of today,
Please help us all form a new day,

Easy come, easy go,
That's what the white-liner says as it goes,
For me to be free inside of my sea,
I'd often need a place to be