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

A day
They say
For poetry, not poets

Had I better wit,
My name you'd unforget
Table for two words

For words
Back, words
Infinity of notice

Anything is worth writing
about

Perhaps not so
for reading

Workers jump to your hoses
Poets jump to your pens
The men with guns are sure to jump
Before the crisis ends
They subtracted from 8 million stories
For the glory of one
Attacked innocents
Retrained our eyes to comb the distance
For incidents involving incendiary elements
An attack with no relevance
Just bullies stuffing our will
Into the locker of remembrance

Nothing to fear when space is still darker
Nothing to fear when the sun is still hotter
The Earth will turn the darkness
Over their heads
The light will make it
City of Martyrs
Never a truer hero than time
Who fights for our honor.

I see the stars in you

They light similar to mine

We could ponder

Whose side awakened the day first

Else we could vanquish

The aeons of darkness between us

In a choir of lumens

"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 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.

I tried fixing you
Instead the universe broke me
Showing me there are many roads
To balance
I thought you needed repair
Turns out my bleeding despair
Clots better
Knowing our plenty wounds are shared

I should rejoice
In the equilibrium
Yet a part of me still burns
At the path you’ve been set upon
Knowing your strength in darkness,
Guessing your brilliance in the light

Were we made to bear another's burden
I would take all your pain
Rattle it out on piano keys
Show you its frailty
Leaves leaping to freedom inside the funnel cloud

I would take your emptiness
Cut it through cello strings
Show you its beauty
The struggle of fire to get outside of itself

I could hold your fear
Beat it like a drum
Show you its purpose
Just because a wave can't be contained doesn't make it any less beautiful

I would cherish your love
Sing it to the stars
Show you that you belong
We all burn to be in the sun, why be surprised that I would burn for you?

despair not
put
what words in the air
most resemble hammers smashing aloud the renderable vulnerable tender
massacre bloodily what would keep you broken forgetting your imprisoners gladly swiftly
more oft than not the misdirected hurt is their own hammers
not sounding like the scary stuff courage is made of

Methinks I need an outside day
To ponder the days of June
And how they so stealthily became
The days of July and
Nights of July so hot that
Everyone complains in
Sweat anchored softy-clothes

Here in a cape of Florida
A mosquito named Beauregard Bountiful Belly
Becomes the happiest creature in the swamp
Then became the deadest
Black stain on my arm gallery
No blood to spare, poquito
Blood is thick with boredom

There is thunder expected, crescendo
:power, spectacle

A parted sky
Should alight a blade
In your outstretched hand

Perhaps lightning for effect.

Surely this is the manner
In which we were meant to face
Our vile enemies

Nope.

Eyes that burn,
Words that bludgeon hope,
Hands that hold too long.

These are the weapons
To get us through the battle
,
The only thunder
Is the low rumble
From the vacuum
******* at the breach
In our tattered souls.

As we cower for the massacre
There is a flash in erroneous time

Forwards and backwards
Reveal our feelings made us real

Forgiveness is this power
Almighty and righteous

Palms and face to the sky
We die

From one obsession to another
Dyslexic manic depression
Like infinity
From the ocean cool serene scene
To the traffic packed fact sack
I am constantly dead
And having to wake from this
Into a skydive
Just so I believe in the Earth
That I’m playing chicken with
May I say that “chicken ****”
Can be a commendable description of character?

This whole world love love is a drug
And God the unbeknowing pusher
I felt his behemoth hands in my back
Before my fall

I think they made wings

Just what is he talking about?
#secrets of the universe don't simply reveal
into an unfinished mess
of synapse and flesh

Nay, quite a complicated matter grey
that would flutter and flatter
across the toiling gases
and celestial masses

Yet these words contain no more life
than the worlds blooming
in the booming yawn of darkness

Some find their despair a slight
but when compared to the fair night
they should see the empty in eternity

Star light, Star bright
I wish you may, I wish you might
see the black reveal the white
grey together, lips sealed tight.

Someone said the truth
         sets you free
So I try to be
     the shoplifted spirits

Irony poured me out
          a little for my home
needed flattening
     having wrinkled in time

Here's a reason
          here's a rhyme
There's a fate
At my gate
He didn't knock
But dropped a line
There's a gun
In my fun
It doesn't stun
But blows his mind

Here a fate
There a fate
Everywhere a fate
fate

Oh my darling
What a charm

Free I, free I, oh!

I'd like to note on greeniest breathing life leaves and grass of swords
and bluerest billboard of sky with it's clouds advertised flying what dreamers might
whitester winds who grasp at your clasp, undoing your coat of thoughts
yellowy naps of the sunlight cat - fat in its guarding the gates of comfort
I'd like to rhyme on time (but I don't)

which should not distract from suchly facts

Half hour past
the witching hour

Got my pumpkin back
Mice back
Work to do
But lost my slippers

Cousin Death sends regards
Yet never liked you
You prepare too much
Reveal too much
You make twice the work
and spoil his great surprise

Rain on the outside
Pain on the in
Never let them catch you cry
Because it's a big ol' sin
Show no feeling
Or a pinch of passion
Take fate's blows to the chin
And roll with a toothless grin

I pounced on a trampoline
But couldn't reach the stars
The people underneath me
Conspired to be stellar
I whispered folk tales
And played a vague guitar
Every event I inhaled
Surprised the fortune teller

The rain remained a drizzle
But I felt fear fizzle
To a tolerable tumor
Obsession became a rumor

Calm, cool, collected
When I felt my legs again
I called them prophets
Who herald the road Armageddon
And exercise apocalypse

Never thought a mountain could move
Much less crack like a snapping bone
The remnants of majesty are littered
All within my suffering heart

Never thought the seas would sieze
Dry up within an instant
No regard for the long, slow recipe
That made the world wet

Never thought I'd see beyond catastrophe
But you know, mountains grow

Rains fill the reservoir

Beginnings end.

Maybe I take comfort in the idea
That a straight line upon an infinite plane
would eventually
Pierce these flat layers of cosmic malarkey
Some black hole could speed us
Out of range of our guilty hearts
Our minds could come to rest
In a cove with a stellar view

Quiet

Where time gently laps at the shallow shores
And my fear of deeper troubles includes not our demise

Just our hands gently never untouching

It's amazing

How a pair of eyes can enthrall you

I've been watching hers for only minutes

And marveling at everything...

Everything indeed is there

All my terrifying needs

I am thin with worth,

And with a glance

I am pierced by demand

How can I ever delight such majesty?

Gods help me keep her interest

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

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

Well

The almighty knower,
The unlucky ever anon,
The beast of the feast,
The shaman of the famine,

Ripples in togetherness
Became words

"Have you forgotten your studies, child?"

I must admit, a meditation short
Of enlightenment am I

It did seem linear for a bit.
Excuse me for that,
I had to get my swagger back.

Together words
Rippled with becoming

And here you are
And here I am
And there and there

And there

Divine.

Perhaps greatness is in the way you yield
The way you stopped reaching
Settled in to greatness

Perhaps it is exemplary in your plan
The constant pushing away
Greatness can wait another day

Perhaps your incomplete work
One unraveled drawing
Half a turn of dance
Some desperate note
Poem of

Unknown greatness

All pleasantries aside
What are we really here for?
Sure we compliment and fawn
And hey hey ** ha ha
But we would resurrect old, destructive gods
To see a pillar of acknowledgment hoisted to the stars
As if only our loves were the lovest
And only our pain is the greatest explosion
(Not that cheesy fireworks looking **** but
the new, hot planet-bursting with a ring type
which I guess denotes some serious matter displacement)
And only we know eyes perfect eyes
And only our hearts ever tried

Or maybe if we are careful readers
Some digital tome
Will reveal the location of the stone
That holds it all in its little, unturned
Mass of earthen bone
Humming by the park path
In plain sight
So unusual
Yet so

Save your elemental thoughts
I already picked up the rock
And when I threw it in a pond
Everything shattered and fell
Cracked into the black waiting behind
And the last thing on my mind was to
Save your elemental thoughts
I already picked up the rock
And when I threw it in a pond
Everything shattered and fell
Cracked into the black waiting behind
And the last thing on my mind was to
Save your elemental thoughts
I already picked up the rock
And when I threw it in a pond
Everything shattered and fell
Cracked into the black waiting behind
And the last thing on my mind was




Perfect, perfect eyes.

People with their painted faces
Pale in comparison
To those with false embraces
Swallow bad medicine
For strength to your heart
Held together with untied laces
 
Oh where oh where did you find that brush
I noticed the handle happens to be long enough
To paint your insides and complete the bluff
 
Temple worn from indifferent paces
The human marathon
Rush to fill empty spaces
With emptier icons
That come from the part
That the icon ironically defaces
 
Oh how oh how did you empty your head
Descartes tried for years but just ended up dead
Makes me wonder if it’s even worth what I said
 
A chivalrous stride still loses races
Mind over matter
But money puts you in the highest places
I’m sensing a pattern
Every end needs a start
But if I break the mold others will make traces
 
Oh when oh when did I lose focus
Guess we never know when life will try to yoke us
Maybe it makes sense that our defense is hocus pocus

Scream.
Scream firelight electric skies.
Scream torrential sideways winds.
Scream nonsense and fortified lies.
Scream names in vain and horrible sin.
Scream ****** ****** and bravos.
Scream lightspeed ways that rip the cosmos.
Scream a universal chunk from your mortal throat.
Scream jellybeans, sweet and sour notes.

Scream and I will hold you
            like you were dying
Scream and I will kiss you
            like it were initiation into the unknown
Scream and I will need you
            like you were never coming back

Scream

Or don’t scream at all

I’ll still do these things

What must seem nefarious to the watching birds
Is just me tending my yard

Truly it's the weeds that should worry
Or no

Aren't we all in a hurry to grow
Just waiting to be pulled

By the hands of the great gardeners
Or snipped by their tool

gentle dreams
daybreak and remtime
valuable by no measure
like god talk
we keep but forget
we keep by forgetting

if it repeats repeats we are scared how it wears
don’t get it *****, soiled or torn
or worse yet
by stillness we see the flaws
that were there from the get
and how do you now shine
before previousness yestearlier
after nextnous tomorrowizes? and I commit
how do you now shine
other than shining now?

do your best forgetting for this
for this is the needle
that played your groove to a groove
some moments need repeating
before they retire from action to fear and loss
play
play
and play again
repeat repeat

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

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 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

And the new day begins
By some man’s whim
In the middle of darkness

Fitting, this prison
From which to break free—
An optimist’s dream

And the coward’s light
Will shine ridiculously bright
All through the events of a day

But give me, say the cynic
The dark, remote cell
Where no rays of fawning ever fell

Not for complimenting solitude,
Not for breeding distrust and attitude
But the darkness is challenging

When my eyes migrate through the black
My heart teams with Courage
Who promises rewards of pride, happiness, and love

What you see here, my dear
Is mere mierde if I dare
It does compare not a hair
Not worth a tare or pinch of air
To what lies beneath
I might bequeath a brief peek
To see the sights you seem to seek
You might suspend disbelief
If you could peep how deep
The iceberg creeps
You might weep
You might cheer
To know it all
Does not end here
You might smile
You might despair
All the while
It does not compare
To know the completeness of a creature
Is no feat where feet could span the feature
Noses, eyes, hairs and thighs are not enough for believing
Toes, ears, fingers and beards are actually quite deceiving
They in no way describe the tangled mass
Of love and hurt that's stored within
It does not compare, it's much too vast
This universe we grow inside our skin.

responsive wordplay resizes
double entendre to single line
call blocked the writers
got more out by dialing 9

touch screens to text readers
read text and seem touched
the ringing in your ears
was from a cellular punch

I plan to limit my data
but I always over share
mastering dastardly dactyls
pushes my meter to bare

if you only think 1x
you might struggle to get the picture
take a 4G dose to flex
your brain with crack and fissures

lithium ironic that my low battery
turns hyperbole to hypo
I got you charged with flattery
alas, you're not my typo

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

Blessed light
Men's hands were not made
For carrying dreams

Swift winds
Men's feet tire before
Hope is reached

Bring the message to me
Spirits in the smoke purer
Than men's speak

Thankee kichigouai
While I temper the stone,
Tender the crops,
Fend the wolves,
Your day burns bright
You speak in dreams
Remind me of the great uncreated

His path was longest so mine could be certain

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

I have examined the concept of eternity
It does and does not go
Put more plainly
A battle of tos and fros
***** headed cosmos
***** strings strung into dark matter
Woven wormholes
Like to have seen you all here before
Forgive me if I'm not surprised
Forgive me if I'm not moved
By anything but the struggle to comprehend
The actual effort to collide with thoughts
The manifestation of compassion
When there is so much blackness
******* on blackness
It's a miracle anything survives at all
It's a ******* error of probability
That a few muscles can upturn lips
To a smile or a kiss
A ******* travesty of galactic proportions
That light was allowed to break the curve
Speed into my eyes
Blasphemous tears
So beautiful
Wretched waste of a soul
Touch your forehead
And be blessed
Touch your heart
And be God
Touch the earth
And be gone
Blahblahblah
Bah baggum gom baggum
Waste of waggum wu
Shocckou ta cocmutu
Quasaratus ben voyutan
Vesu ta eturnas u ves obsidas
Obsidas yet obsidas
That's what she said.

Your griefs
Concerns
List of parts unliked
And states abhorred

All conditions

And I have chosen
To love you unconditionally

patient lads await good things
so few are left in this world
for:
warming
easing
healing

they think us blood and therefore cuts are wounds but

we are hurts that only your eyes can heal
we are deaths your hands reverse
your words are bandages loosely wrapped
yet reassuring

we must wait wait for the sun again
it brings gifts of
warming
easing

healing

You hate bare feet but there you are...
Some soft dress you would never wear
Yet it's flowing from the wind over your shoulders
Tucks under your legs like a child at play
Your arms bent against themselves
Insecure yet comfortable
An impossible smile
The sun reflects off every thing in view
Creating sparkles, twinkles, flashes

Your hand pulls back the hair
That got in front of your face
And at once there is no sun
Those eyes
Those eyes
I've followed their light from dark days
And I'm pleased to find them here
The cause of such lumens

I could kiss you always
#trust
I could enjoy this buzz through my skin
For eternity
I pretend it's a gravity field that keeps you
#science
It's certainly not the sun that
Rises and falls
Couldn't keep a rhythm with my heart
#worthless

Lay crushed under the weight of the sun
Like a hot, heavy boulder squishing me in the chair
I breathe carelessly
as if lungs will always expand

Dastardly shovel
Mine blister inaugurator
Hand twisting back blazing wretch

Oh, the oasis pool
Cool; are you crystal clean, heaven seem
To this pyramid bottom letch?

Dean swims jolly fat
Pharaoh tan lazy landlubber ham lover
Fat ****** life quite a catch

Shovel I should launch you
Waterwards rust absurd curb lust
To watch you bust in a watery death

Maybe not before a cannonball
Six-foot tall water wall a lot of gall
You got kid, did you learn to save your breath?

Hide away from this blue collar day
Backbreak reality returns, furnace fanfare
Sailor sweat jumping ship not a hand left

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

She barely lives yet she does
At the bottom of a bottle
A djini who softens the sharp edges of reality

She's barely romantic yet she is
This game of cat and mouse
I can never truly have her though she's here

She barely breathes yet she does
Her exhales are never the screams
That could loose the rafters of the world

She barely loves yet she does
It's hidden deep within her guise
A routine played so long she has forgotten how to play