The face is
a...
Canvas
of radiant
everwarming
everlonging
ever...saying
everything that matters in this
world

We say so much
with
so little

We think too much
and too
little

We do just and never
enough

But life must go on
So
let's just keep
smiling

Poetic Satisfaction
Still trembling at the finger
Tips

The scale of all for all to see
Like open arms’ embraced

A word
A song

Such depth and
superfluidity

Ever longing for...
more

Banking on the thoughts
of the next freeway
running below the wheels of
achievement

looking forward to
forever letting
go

The answer is out there
waiting,
whispering
singing songs of
welcome

The months pass by
The children play their silly games
I wonder which step to take
Next
My dreams are filled with thoughts of
New places and
Exciting things
But
My car broke down
And all I'm getting is
the side of the road

Double down
stumbling
through mountains
of my own assholery
enjoying the range
of ******
left in my wake

once upon a time
they apologized less
men were men
and
able to test their mettle
of courage and bravado
but
now emptied of all
filled with remorse
the only word they know
is 'sorry'

You're such a
Neanderthal
your
barbaric ways will be the death of
us
the truth shines bright
like the star in our sky
but
you stopped seeing
long ago
when they lied about
God

It's been a while since I've
rattled with prose for
poetry is
prose with more
fashion,
style,
finesse

the heart ticks for all but
the veins
they are filled with
lust for different desires

we battle over taste,
over
bread crumbs

soon we will forget who
we once were
but...
first we must forget
who we are today

Long live
the ones who
die
tomorrow, for a new day is
on The Rise
And the wise
they tremble
And the bold
they tremble
And the meek
smile on and on
because they've got nothing
better to do

Look mom
it's broken
the clock you gave me
stopped ticking
long ago
no hands
no face
lost in impressions
and wondering
where it all went wrong
but
ever willing
to stand the test
of time

People try to say
too little
with so much
and it comes out scrambled
and wrong
like a cookie
on a large plate

Somehow
the floor isn't
sticky anymore
yet I'm rooted,
stuck in this same
eternal
lackluster state of
having everything
I could ever want

they all wish to be here
while I only desire to hunger
to yearn - to thirst
for the next...

Insect carcassi
litter the floor
but
who has time
to go out and buy
a floor sweep with
sturdy wooden handle
that doesn't snap
while ridding the world
of your bug ridden plight

I have a bug under my skin
crawling within the depths of my
soul
it fritters on and about
like a teapot
short and stout
ready to release the contents of its
spout
screaming and shouting
LET ME OUT!

it loves to write
frightening details
on starry nights

In the room of relief
where
dreams are caught
and
nested on the rim of
the seat
before flushing them
with the rest
of your appetite

I only intend to pierce the steel
of my shadows
to waddle in sin
and let go
of the frolicking discrepancies

So! sweet victory of
youth
eternally looking
for nothing
better

Inside at times she felt
so crazed and on the
pulpit remained
unfazed
in about the house
she lazed
with figure shining
bright as light
the men who witnessed
bore the sight
with the darkness she'd take them
through the night
chilling souls
and
leaving blight

always with a smile
never a worry or
care
she cared
nothing for these
jaded lovers
unless they were
under her covers
she played a ***** game
but,
when you look at the rest
it's all the same
heartbreak
and
love
are similar strains

Darling if, for a second
you could
catch the Sunrise
up-on
my lips
you'd surely see the oceans that are my
Love
for your
kind
and gentle soul
here we depart as two
and unite
as one

I'm going to war
with myself
enough with the
holding off
tip toeing around
enough looking for
handouts
while I stand above ground
today
is the day
that I become one with
the flame
today is
the day
that I pronounce myself sane
proudly will I
conquer
the weakness
my Aim
no more have I room
for doubt
Insecurity
nor shame
no more tinkering with minds
nor playing silly games
on days like this the
Spartans became
with myself on this day
it shall
be the same

Battle-borne
broken
strung out
And
looking for more

Marshmallow soft-roasted
honey dew drops
fall from the
belly of the sky
deep within the depths of the one thing
we all
share
a great release is
brewing
let it rain let
it rain

Every now
and then
a
weathered soul
crawls up
from the crevice of the earth
slimy
and
old
ready for the others to see
with profound message  
just jaded enough
for there to be light
in his words

I've forgotten
so
many faces and
even more names
just to say
we're all the same
whether we like it
or not
we're gonna get a knife stabbed
deep
within our being in the
darkest
recesses of our
nether
regions
we will come face to face
with the void
and
understand that
the fraught
the nothing
was everything all along

Life is in the air
and
so too everywhere
weather you choose
or not
to see it
life will surely be there
it's also in your hair
present at the fair
it's stuck in traffic on the interstate
and cleaning dinnerware

it's living solemnly
or
free without a care

Mother always told me
to be
Patient
I sit here surrounded
by these Hospital walls,
sick and
deathly
all around me
I'm sorry to say that
I'm the only
one
who remembered to smile

A boy woke up
And was alive
He died the next day
True story

Don't act
like you love me
when my face
turns
for half a millisecond
I hear thick
whispers
chanting, the
darkest curses tossed
at my name
these lovely ears of mine
these beautiful sound nets
capture
your dark melodies
fine,
just fine thank you
Don't act
like you love me

I don't give a ****,
that's what the singers say
and somehow
it goes top 20 and
the wise ones
they laugh,
they snicker,
because the ones that don't care
make a song about it

we live today in a world
where being different gets you
shamed
but,
if we're all different
what's the difference?

sometimes it's better to let art be

Sunset roses
falling on sky green horizons
the thickest winds couldn't
wash away the sins
of our fathers
yet,
the world has everything
well in its place
and what will be
will be
no matter our stance
on the issue
the presentation of the universe
remains the same

Another man's shoes never quite fit
the way you'd expect them to
but hey
go figure,
it's the walk that shapes the feet
and everyone's gone places
they would never visit
again

we think we're all on the same page
but
we're writing different books

we think we're literate but
we can only read our own story
and somehow,
every message we send is
unintentionally
encrypted
in ways the greatest minds couldn't decipher
yet we all look up and see
the same sky
the same moon
the same stars
and we all call this land
Own

The words on the paper flow endlessly
a cycle of dying and
living and
breathing and
choking
with pepper sprinkled in for
good measure

great is the depth of the
sea
that infinite battlefield where the
war never ends
the fishes themselves with not a moment of sleep
carry life as a trophy
we once called their land home
but
now it's a place where the world goes
to drown its sorrows

I can't stop
laughing haha
words are so ****
funny
lol
except when they
bleed
into the pages
and leave
scars
in the deepest recesses of
flesh that
haunt you as you
dream at night
killing every
fairy detail
in the fairy world you
escape to
the moment
you close
your eyes

Everything
leaves an impression on
us
but we never know
where it
leads

We're all wrong
but
we think we're
Right
I guess thats better than being Left
behind
to fend for the self in this
dark
cold world
still,
the sky shines kinda bright
at night
doesn't it?

People
they smile more
these days and
they don't seem to notice
for the past was much filled with
bloodshed
and
misery
hunger and famine
with the darkest
and coldest
of winters

people once shivered naked
in the snow
and today we control
the
elements
of mother nature
in our home

bandits once littered the dusty roads and
vultures flew always nearby knowing the outcome of
the days events

sure, people still ponder on their next meal
but
there are more fatties than there used to be

Four bottles litter the floor
but life I do adore
people drink and see
the present is all that be

If you can
write it
on a whim they said,
then
do it
we will constantly be
bombarded
by difference
so
what matter whether the words listed
speak
to the soul or not?
Shakespeare was a poet
and
he said
to be or not be

if the breadth of
life
circulates my being then
I will
be

I sit in my room
and
notice my guitar
filling me with its radiance
a glimmer of light
shining brightly upon the
softly colored mahogany
it beckons,
calling me to strike ever-so-gently the
strings

to paint on the canvas of
silence
such is my calling

I reach for the instrument but
things are
different, this time
I find not the vibrant breath of music but
the self,
determined and
willing to lay-bare its heart to
the world
my eyes are opened
I am aware and
I breathe life into my lungs
for the first time

Am I the only one who
still
thinks about the
pains and sufferings
the trauma and
tragedy
it's always out there
just beyond the walls that constantly
surround
Waiting to engulf us as we
leave the
house
they are there bleeding
somewhere in the world
Crows and
vultures
salivate
as they sense a soon-amongst-the-dead
cockroaches clamber to the top of their
dens as the boots
of the unliving
soil
their beds
we speak of light
there's a bright one
up there
in the sky but,
on dusky nights
it seems to show us
the dark
instead

We look
how
we look and
we are
what
we are
but
eyes were never meant to be
avoided
open the window to
the soul and become
whole again
the wind
the stars
the sky
it's all
for
you

Unfinished thoughts
litter the
pages
and the
need to be
understood
is never Quite
achieved
but perseverance is key when
it's all we have left

You can't
just
carelessly
toss about
words
and expect people to
call it a poem

Call the ones you
care for
while you have the
chance they
move now but who
knows When they end the
dance
life is one
big culmination of
circumstance so
take not part in
worry It's
a story
things will happen and
we'll be
okay

I know
I'm disgusted with
all of
humanity
and I'm telling you
it won't work
that Way.
You reach one goal
you set another it's
endless.
The only way out of The
loop
is to love the
right now

Pain is an
excuse for
nothing
they hurt you
you
hurt them
It never
ends
but
it has to or the
bombs will
drop and
we can't have
that now
can we

A shark
senses mangled by
sensation
temptation of
blood
A hint of it there
Furious impulse takes its
place.

same is
man
when he catches sight of
swaying hips,
waving long hair with turn of
head
to
and
fro
back
and
forth like a
pendulum, stopping time
making the destination
known
everything forgotten one
moment
thoughts
taken over
senses a barbaric
state
I must have her!

Steps
taken
heart quickens pace
eyes laser
focused
nothing else matters
curiosity inflames!

Hi...

this is
how
i write the
poetry
for the world that
we
live on
to enjoy
the days are
long
and
beautiful like
her legs and the
sky is
endless
like the
passion we
hold
within

Seeing her's
fine
Seeing her's
enough
I'd rather let out my
Slytherin
but
It's sunny outside

Just
run in
head
first and don't
worry
about it.
Experience will
show you
everything
My
dear