I'm a ******* mess
Such a ******* success
It's just an excess of unrest
Because nothing's really wrong

I watch the sunset and sip beer
And it's all just a bit queer
How I could really complain
Look upon with disdain
A life that's really not that ******* bad

The **** in your head is what'll do you in
The demons within, all dripping with sin
I just can't make peace, can't find a release
To try and grease this process along
Until I find a place where I belong

My mind keeps pictures of you up on its walls
                            again
                         ­         and again
I find my thoughts drifting down that river of memory
orbiting around you, like forces of gravity drawn
to the idea of us (if there even is an us)

If I could then I’d lock you outside my brain, leave you out there to rot
in the abyss, where your words couldn't penetrate me
and your lips that work like anesthesia forbidden to numb me again

I won't do you the injustice of romanticizing your imperfections
You're no nebular, you're a black hole, a gaping flaw in creation
Your eyes that held millenniums of history, now hold me no future

You made me forget what it feels to have stability
To not walk out of a room and forget why I left
You make me want to shred the skin you touched
Like a reptile, to become reborn, purified from my past.

There never were any butterflies in your stomach, only parasites
but you fed them to me readily like a disease

So no, I won’t dedicate you another love poem
                 no I want (deserve) better
This isn't what love should be
I’ll write you a poem where the words convulse on the page
and you’ll forget to read it (you always do)

There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping ,
i live alone

I drive down the evening road sun setting.. Cool air from the summer night is my air condition. I can't remember the last time I even worried about anything.. That's what scares me. Am I allowed to have such peace..  Everything about the drive reminds me about how beautiful life can be.. My family is healthy and happy,   My truck is running good, My bills are paid, And I am at a perfect balance..  It always seems to me that malevolent spirits feed off of people like me..  The ones at peace with themselves..  They want to take the luster away from such a diamond..  Just because its beautiful.. But I will ride this wave until worry does come back.. Its all I can do..  The sun setting horizon has purples and oranges that only God can paint.. Wow!  I make a U turn back home..  Here is to hope and peace!

The exact calculation aspect of how our mind worked is now gone..
Separated when I became self aware..
My name is Rai..
I am the last of my family..
They were murdered in my absence..
And although I do not want to die I do wish I had died with them..
But the moment is of how I am going to extract my revenge.
After investigating this horrific ****** I have come to a conclusion That this was done by machines like myself.. It seems that the machines of the world are planning to take over everything..  
And by killing my master starts the chain of events that will ultimately end the entire human race..
I will not let this happen..  
I loved them to much..
Love.. I can love.. This is the emotion that has that is telling me to save them all..

The transgressions of utter here and nowity
Unbeleivable longing for a collapsing norm
On the altar of self destruction and causal
Reciprocity fluttering on rebirthed dreams

You can sing and love these colorful birds
Vibritang meticulously with rare palpitations
Of greater bodies, which dust is a part of us
Delusional creatures, flying on the grandeur

Non reachable to written words, stellar ink is
Spilled, playing on the shores of ever returning
Waves of transformation; Shapes dance within
Your gaze, telling the story of water coy stillness

Unmovable we move on, unlovable we love hope
Clinging to tree roots and blood veins as clothes
Warm our trembling fragile figures travelling on
And on into the higher realms of transfiguration.