Word
Word
Word
Word, Word Word
Trying to get out
Word
To be completely free
Word
  is
Word
  is
Plentiful shared
Word will share
Make you still
listen, learned
Word
Word
is bond
ing
construct
ive
ly
Word is free
but not complete
ly
Word is thanking
praising
worshipping
slipping
slipping out when you’re weak
holding
holding strong and marinating
in your mind
Word is
viciously kind
whatever
whatever you want it to be
soldier on the front lines
or General building a fort behind
It is your tongue's exercise
and nothing more than word
Word comes from spit
Mucous lung ****
Makes a man a hypocrite
Makes a god a prophet
Makes a poet
Makes love inadequate
Made nothing yet
So when I say to you:
"Word word word, word"
Please believe more in something there
Like my hand through your hair

Frozen sunlight still trees
Dandelion fuzz and yard bits
In the slow breeze

Time to think comfort to know
Calm disease of wonder
Caught in limbo

I've been the wind
I've been the leaf
Eternally switching
With no relief

Some fear the end
I feel stopping is resolute

I wait patiently for you
To lay me gently on the ground

A man is cool
He walks slow, deliberate
Can't be persuaded
To break his saunter

A man can't be a father

A father seeks his daughter
She is gone, he is desperate
Can't be found
He breaks into a sprint
Scoops her up in his arms
His tight embrace betrays his cool

A man can't be a father

I don't think she was capable of love.

Just fits of lust; I was worshipped like the moon
and forgotten on a cloudy night.

Some might question the appeal, or
lack the fortitude for being discarded

But not every man can claim being a moon god.

If you don't ever feel the urge to tear it all down
Stop the machine and stifle every moving part
To bring the universe to a grinding halt
Then you haven't lived

That urge will pass
Then you will want to tend to all
Promote life and fulfillment
Yet you will not regret your previous torrent
Of destruction
Knowing it brought you to this point

It's important to feel in charge
As long as you feel it cower in the realization
That you direct nothing that can endure
Yet I encourage you to rip and ravage
Perhaps you will prevail after all those who failed

Bars across the world
Full of lonely people
Holding them in
Shouldn't let them out
Not fit to fiddle
Guitar strung out
Beat to death
There might be a window to a street
But they don't see it
What's the point
Alone in here
Alone out there
Failure tastes the same
Piano keys have them locked
The squint-eyed singer is pouring his heart out
He doesn't need it so he fills their cups
Lips dance with the microphone
His voice sears
Lonely ears
The wet curb outside
Might serve a better pillow
Than the soft one at home
That reeks of memories
And is damp with tears
Bars keep them in
Right where they should be
Cheers

perhaps we'll be fine; without line breaks; staring,coping,adjusting who really thought a standard forever, who ever thought a word blooms? into? an? unstoppable? language? without letting go past the lips, speak now or forever hold... perhaps we'll be fine repeating, growing, sharing perhaps perhaps the untied tongue will create a totem of memories where darkness splits against held hands protective, warming, sooooo tender with dreams perhaps there's you perhaps there's me

Man forgets that he was made to forget

he uses books for tools to remember

Another man burns his book

it's a futile ceremony

hardly a stone or a stick

because words will never heal thee

We look to the stars
But those slow burners watch us -
Pops of fiery life
Blasting in and out of the night
Like fireflies in their venerable eyes

I want to hold you so you know it's fine
I want to please you and your jaded mind
If I could make it better I would
If I could understand your moods
I just
I just want to talk to you without all the noise
I know that you're hurting but I am not the cause

So I tell you not to go yet you faded
I tried to let you know but it's thin air
I want to hold you close but you faded
I mean you're still here but you're not there

You tell me that it's just a phase
You tell me you've got demons to erase
Meanwhile we're missing out on our lives
And I can't keep count of all of your lies
It's like
It's like you want it all to crumble away
I know you're hurting but this is not the way

So I asked you not to go yet you faded
I tried to let you know but it's thin air
I want to hold you close but you faded
I mean you're still here but you're not there

Please
Please don't fade away from me
Please
Please don't fade away
I mean you're not gone
But you're faded
In every way
It's the same thing
You say you're here
But you've faded
Every day is even
More confusing
Every day is more confusing
More and more
Confusing

I beg you not to go but you faded
I tried to get you to stay but you don't care
It's not like I haven't waited
For you I've got an eternity to spare

There is so much more room
Here outside the lines
Sure we're drowning
Just barely within sight
Off the coast of what's right
Scribbled in the white
Thought it would be obvious
Guess the rules made you blind

"Ain't nobody
    got time for that"

So I'll hit a button.
Hell, it's not even a hit.
More like a tap.

I mean I'll search through
Some endless animated ****
When my words are flat.

But idk
I want to say more
I guess

But why bother?
Keeping up is a chore.

I mean, effort
It takes... effort
Man

Even if
I were to tell you,
Time won't stop flying.

Ain't nobody
Gonna notice
If we all stop trying.

Go to work.
Get engulfed.
Thicken your constitution.
Deaden your nerves until
feelings glance off of
your steely exterior.
Your apathy is a samurai,
deflecting emotions
with unnatural precision.
PLING
PLING
PLING
PLING
the fallen garnish your feet
like pencil shavings.
You are sharpened.

[reads a news article about people suffering]

Somewhere, seemingly distant, a voice cries or sings. It starts faint, but you know it's going to get much louder. No. That's not quite right. You know it IS much louder.

You know its volume is being filtered somehow. You know because you're doing the filtering. Or a least you're trying.
[trying is the wrong word]
fighting. You are fighting this noise down. You are an indomitable force that fights everything. Wasn't it you that moved like wind? Wasn't it you that struck your enemies true? A warrior that stands fearless above all.

[something is looming]

Of course you would want to tune this out. It's not just a loud noise. Pretty sure there's pain involved. Pretty sure you might be hurt. That's why you had to turn the noise down.
[it's a scream]
the scream down. I mean, even a warrior is scared by pain. No shame in that. The scary scream had to be muted. It's what anyone would do. It doesn't make you less warrior. I mean, did you see those moves out there?

[PLING PLING PLING]

But something is not right. This [scream] is somehow frightening. You don't feel very warrior–like right now. You feel ill. Weak. How long have you been fighting this noise down? How loud is this thing? I mean, is it safe to check or will the noise crush you where you stand?

It's considered unwise for a man to open his door when he knows a flood is on the other side.

But you need to open this door. You've been dishonest with yourself
[Sun and moon and stars and void]
You've been dishonest with the cosmos and it's time to repent. You will drown.
It will be relief somehow.

[Go home.
Get engulfed.
Open up your conscience.
Feel your scream in every
emotion as they ripple
throughout your juicy guts.
Your catharsis is a newborn fawn,
clumsily alerting
every predator.]



You are broken.
You are crying.
You are the screaming.
[steel melts]
You were cutting down yourself
with precision.
[PLING]

You'll wonder how it can be so,
in a fair world,
that this scream should be turned against you.

After all, you've been taught
that a warrior keeps their screams to themselves.

I don’t really write poetry
I type it

Not like “kind”
Not like unkind
Same thing

What I mean is to say
I push keys
No weight

I mean wait
Tables have turned
I’m mixed all up

I make poetry
By manipulating digits
That’s a handful of numbers

When I mean numbers
It’s not average
Wordplay savage

That’s in sensitive
Tissue in eyes ears
And no see

I’m blowing it
Again it snot what
I’m trying to say

I do poetry
Not like ***
I mean I do

Not to come off
As a ****
But I am poetry

Not literally
But I am watching
My figurative language

You could say
“Poetry flows through me”
But we’d have to hash out #firstpersonproblems

I’ve been getting it all wrong
So all that’s left to say is
I don’t really right poetry