A common reflection
exposes a section
of a section.

Mirror Friction
reveals
Mere Fiction

Your selfish selfies
are always ready, never messy.

A pocket mirror, antenna included
is a perfect filter, flaws excluded.

"Am I the fairest of them all?"
You ask daily.

"I like you
more than most things in this world."
"That's too bad", you say.
"I was looking for likes (plural)"

a mellow smile
          *on a gloomy night
turns miles into minutes
           maybe not, but it just might
no meaning of measurement
          in a common sentiment
         
 no matter if you're a gentlewoman/man

to see a mellow smile

to see a fellow smile

*is a lovely sight

I feel like nothing.  something wanting to want anything. failing to find meaning.  Diving deep inside my being with nothing to be seen.  

A switch with no on button.  A battery one-sided confiding within.  Coal with no need for diamonds.  A clam spitting out sand and diving.  A bull running away from red.  And a mule who hates other mules.  

A pebble dropped in my puddle.  

A well is all dried and set aflame with dead leaves.  A flower for a fire and a cold flame buried by a ghost.  hopes for the past in a meaningless circle digging deeper with each motion.  

The pebble sank and met another pebble at the bottom where they ground each other into non-existence.  

You have involuntarily decided my fate.  it's okay.  Nothing is a team effort.  We win alone and die alone.  A nothing.  Aspiring nothingness.  Nearly impossible.  Not even plausible.  I desire myself.  And the things that I love are always hurt.

I’ve got enough to say but enough is too much when time is out of essence and patience shrinks.  Meandering around the point can create petals around a flower or footprints on a grave.  

Trendy personality.

Flimsy in actuality.  

Your grave in your heart is holding what’s left of your mind while you lead your prickly appetite for deterioration through Avenue You.  

Those who turn away are not curious, but imaginative.  

They leave a wick for you to light their timebomb and are ever-satisfied with an infinite globe.  

Spare little attention to those who roam and always mindful of those at home.

Feels trickle down
Waves come around
Momentarily.

Similar scenes in reverse
Never reach what’s first
Buried.

A rhyme to remember
Fails to return to sender.
Wanderer.

Keep it inside
You already lied.
Tongue-tied.

there wouldn't be a beginning or an end
without a middle.  
start big and end big,
with a little middle.

i don’t claim to set the boundaries on my freedom.

checkpoints tend to become distractions


the trees shapeshift in the night buried deep in the sinking kingdom

frightfully stirring, unconsciously aligning through permeable borders


forwards cowards

onwards or bend backwards


a gripped touch shuffled past emotions, lowering and cowering

concealed by a brash rhythm.  


subtle inclinations shiver your frown

freedom can be locked in a box unruled.

the kingdom with a forgotten crown

and a lonely clown not fooled.


What you made will fade.
Like the sun creating shade.

Discoveries leading to disconnect
A sunset of discontent

Melodies of sweet romance
And sense enough to smell a scent

Revolutionary holograms shining
Between sweeping paradigms

Better Us and the rest of You
Hallucinating in to a lesser truth

Deep down.  
Underneath.

a light in a shell,

a pleasure of a treasure.
  
a crack in a bell,

a mending that needs tending.

what a tall tale to tell

and a small measure always bending.

a sign to create is time to meditate.
the tower of an idea indicates the shadow it will make.
a moment too soon is never too late to hesitate
if not for you, then for who’s sake?

we are falling into autumn through winter’s eyes
with no reason to emphasize the realization
that we are all one size in each other’s eyes.

be calm.  not numb.  
be soft.  not dull.
and confirming your own identity isn’t always the remedy.

you never know whats on your doorstep until you answer it.
but this is only half of a half.
you must also ask
do i let it in or take it and run as far i can?
just don’t turn away
please don’t turn away
from a seed of a shadow.

changing while softly slipping.
constantly moving with never enough room.
ending right in the middle of beginning
and always, too soon.

we feel nothing for the shapes of things.
we dive down in search for our wings
but first,
a few more hours of circling.

a spoonful of memories is all we need now.
better than handfuls of dust
or hinges with rust
anyhow.

draw us a picture without any clues,
and we'll sing you a song
describing the news.

come one
and come another,
but dont tell anyone
for they will be a bother.

there will be fresh secrets for all,
and nothing to remember or forget
provided one answers the call.
albeit, maybe none is met,
and we actually do forget.

what are we supposed to mean
when we are believing when we should be doubting?
what a scene
when it is actually seen.

isn't a bit freeing
when you're forgetting?

but why do i always remember the ending the best?

don't give your style
                             to anyone

please
             Savor your Style
                Save it in solace
        and change it for no one
    
                 But Yourself                   
               


                                              ­                       rob the style
                                                           ­       
                                                         ­         most
                                                   ­                          easily approachable
                                                    ­          
                                                      ­        and give it to no one
                                                        
    ­                                                 unless they are coachable
                                
                               ­                                        BY YOU

call yourself
to be
yourself

tell your best
to be their best
without you

fill up what you want to own
minus you yourself
and your phone

tall orders spill.  

pill bottles fall.

tasty tidings one and all
.
.
.

a tippling reminder is the finder.

the top shelf savior fills the timer.

a bond too fated to be a burden,

for fate, as a type, is assured a warden.



decadent findings
are details less grounded.

mindful snappings
of a world rewinding

telephone games fill the mind.
a nimble challenge, to get behind

too easy
to get queasy


test the best
and forget the rest

when the guest says yes
the host fulfills the rest.

meant to be sent
peeled back to rent

and not easily sent.

death is just another birth.

how could we know our life's full worth?

or the difference between a gift and a curse?

life is our journey
that might only begin
during the journey in a hearse

we forget what comes first

sharp splinters never seen

grow in forests few and far between

for those not inclined to listening


if i were you

and you were me

we would know immediately


revel in the disparity

rather than

meddle in the revelry

disconnect melded with malcontent

strewed through common intents

durable perishables

in spite of unmentionables

see if they care

to see if you care

if nothing else

at least you know the least

of the beast

in the shadow

of the teeth

the worst is seen

and never felt

and if it was

would you know it

when it happened?

Don't you know?
The fog turned to snow.

At least we can see where to go
When the lights turn low

Figments of our evolution
In the span of minimal progress
             if any

But I must confess
while I'm fessing up to the rest
and getting it off my chest

it meant nothing

P.S.   I lied

Feel it in the middle.
Seal it full of riddles.
          the resonating presence
          is rarely full of resentment.
Peel away a little
But never reveal
          the bitter middle.

that false tickle of an instinct
overshadowed by understated feelings.
         a swarming sensation that brings
               deafening vibrations.
         a fuzzy manifestation
               triggers chemical complications.

the fever dream will seem
                 full of meaning
when feelings are fleeting.

The reasons will send you reeling.
          
            a treasure in a truth
                        is not the same
            as a lesson in a lie.

I know both feelings
             but I wouldn't give either a try.

    
So I ask, why?
Why believe your lie?

When my mind turns you off
My heart dreams
And when i think of what i should say
I still dream the wrong thing
It’s all in my head
That you’re still in my bed
And I sleep in to keep memories real
Because in that moment , they are
Fleeting moments that i turn into
Faulty memories, all in vain
Daylight filled with opportunity
To forget
Because my dreams won’t let me.

floating through fossil scape
flowing over into a trial’s gate

calmly swimming through today’s fate
always beckoning back to yesterday


to one’s own taste would i say
if i was one’s own commonplace

if i wasn't id be your own
and we would still be using telephones

shift on
carry your own
lest ye own
be your one
and only

when new memories are not being made
and the old ones fade
its easy to think that your feelings
are going away.  

my emotions are attached to images
fact or fiction
and my days are filled with dreams
my nights, the same

where i can make those missing connections
and  my memory sparks emotion
between the smoke and mirrors

dark was the start, as was the end
now i will be the spark
and you  be the flame.

shove it through the assembly line

in hopes of a separate inclination

away from definite self actualization.


one would hope

to save it

for themselves

if they didn’t want it

for themselves.

Be one for all
and there will be no mutiny

Embrace the fall
Disregard extenuating inevitability

Sync up to the sound
the quiet prophecy

We all go around
creeping loss of me
sweating sense of curiosity

coiled up
a minor monstrosity

Detailed manners of speaking
Void of any meaning
Screaming for no reason

calm calculation, rising to cold rationalization

like typical reactions mean accurate representation

of expectation.


if only you were you

then i would be me

and we could see

whats underneath.


instead

we are me

despite of us.

and he is me

marking

the breach of trust.

add a home
be a poem

numb a sum
to be one

Deeper diving
and not arriving

Time is the answer
If you're the dancer

KEEP UP OR SHUT UP
AT THE BOTTOM

fill in the blanks
say thanks
back to the ranks

Curving modern thought
Catering to what we're taught
before we forget
what are we supposed to remember
and return to sender

Cloudy apparition clinging to inhibition
Osmosis-like reaction
to magnetic predetermination

Jumble time
inside your mind

go and be alone
or be at home

soon will be too soon
and reality will be a cartoon

if thats what you want
then why not flaunt?

i have piercing feeling if thats what you want
if not, single tingling will do eventually

regardless of emotion
i will accept the commotion

normal is formal
but weird is feared

take me
and make me

insecurity
will be me

Tempting without asking
while slipping without grabbing

Underwater memories
floating to the surface

Lazy gravity
holding me magically

CORE VALUES
FILTERED REALITY

Former taboos
form the end of the beginning
and prepare for
a boring stasis of an oasis

something seen
being been
through the lightning happening

frown and drown
like a clown
underground

meet in the middle
sound from the fiddle
if it's able

straight from the table
to the farm
underground

we will be one
without none
under the sun

RISE TO BE SEEN
VANISH TO TOUCH
PRESSURED BOUNDARIES
SHIFTING WITHOUT MEANING
FOREGONE CONCLUSION
PREDICTABLE BEAUTY
MAJORITY EXAMPLE
FOR THE LARGER SAMPLE
FLOATING PERSONALITY
REACTIVE EVENTUALITY
GLARING RESPONSIBILITY

everyone needs a reason
not just for treason

some thrive under treason
others look for a being

someway or another
sister or brother

you will find a way
to have a say

without one
or another

but first you must
discover
another
and another
and another
and another

Core instincts have taken me for a ride
Inner values giving lucid reminders
to be kinder, gentler, indifferent
when it matters

New Shoes for new views
more clues but less to do

Compromise for my fellow guys
when masculinity revives
in men's eyes

Swift rebuke from common knowledge
if we knew now what
we wouldn't know then

how many times
must everything align
in different points of view
Until we know what to do

Knowing, but not growing
glowing, but not showing

making space and saving face

Changing place
in the middle of a race

Expansion before the rebuild
Substitute progress for results
Replace before removal
Dual ideas for approval
Watch them duel

Revving up my engine
preparing for a ride
looking towards the future
but seeking deep inside

Let's hear it for the feelings
Once and for all
My head is still reeling
from what my heart holds inside

Finding sliding memories
Rearranging constantly
Reminding you of infinity

On the brink of what you made
basking in the shady lane
forgetting how far you came
to have that feeling like yesterday

Decisions grow like branches
Consequences flowing in the wind

Beneath the quiet panic
lives peaceful harmony

Don't give back what you made
Pretend it was for something great

Ours is for everyone
if connection is what you crave

Go back and forget yourself
the meaning hasn't changed

Discovery for the last of us
is never seen again.

I haven't seen the best of me.
When I've been remembered
We are all forgotten

I live on in me, you, and
            all i see

Inspiration without conclusion
Arrival from a distance
Slow crawl to existence

Gravitating towards dull chaos
And embracing known unknown
living in a tomb
thinking its a womb

Colorful expressions rooted in
Empathetic pity rising from
emotional detachment
and re-attachment

Print out directions
and queue up

Single out insurrection
and together we will
give up

sooner then later
better then never
then again,
in better weather

A Shift in Style
just for a while
Savor that smile

A fuzzy image
holding my mind.
always trying to find.

sinking underwater
feeling bubbly

**** it in
towards inwards
upwards outwards

Within...
then again,
and again