Hope is something that's always there for us
We can never forget about hope
Because hope gives us the strength to keep moving forward to the unexpected
Hope has helped so many people
Well that's what people think
Hope doesn't guide us anywhere
Our decisions and actions do
Hope isn't the good thing that people describe it as
Because if hope is what you always turn to
Then what will happen when hope fails you? What if hope continues to fail you?
Then you'll continue to lose all hope
Then you realize without hope there's nothing but only despair
Hope is the last step down of the staircase to despair
Then what's there?  What's there to give you the strength to keep going?
You.
You have the strength to keep going
No matter how many times you fall back down the staircase
You have the knowledge to be able to go through obstacles and learn from your mistakes along the way
No matter how many are thrown at you and how many times you fail
You have the patience to make it up the staircase
No matter how long it'll take you
You have the power to believe in yourself
No matter how many people don't
You have the bravery to continue up to the unknown
No matter how scared you get
You have the confidence to make the right step
No matter what the odds are
You can only make it up
If you believe in yourself

It isn't easy.
Once you've grown
wise enough to realize
that the little ones are the only good humanbeings .
Your back is already worn out like
well read paper back.
And your heart ,your hearts
been hardened by too many cigarettes and too many
pretty faces who always came and  went a bit too soon.

You got to hit your rhythm right before you reach the apex .
Then Like that first time we tried DMT
just sit back and enjoy the ride.

You gotta barrel through it all .
The burdens of society.
The addictions
The struggle between what you
want to do and what makes you
enough to keep her happy.

We're cursed with such a narrow perspective.
Unlike the bare butterfly who
lives out their time in all Realities.

If you dont listen to Frusciante
you might not understand me today.

Learn how to survive with the least
amount of your abilities
and call this progress.

Decay always begins once growth ends.
And there ll be plenty of dreams to **** tomorrow .

this is the last poem
that I'll ever write
the very last lines
i'll set into rhyme

giving the thoughts in my head
a much needed rest
with nothing else left
that needs to be said

this is the last poem
i'll pour out on page
any left over words
i'll give them away

maybe somebody else
could use them to say
a few of the things
they've been unable to say

the very last poem
to come from this hand
with all that's been said
no need to say it again

i've weaved tapestries
from beginning to end
now feel the need
to set myself free
and set down this pen

She was walking up and down rows of graves.
Looking carefully at the names and when they died.
Was she looking for someone?
No she wasn’t this is one of her hobbies, to visit graves.
She is fascinated with death.

Poetry is
A performance
In words

My mind feels like a drought --
a conscious lack of thought about the harvest,
it's been ignored,
untouched,
unquestioned,
and "unburdened".

But it still remains a nostalgic sight to those who pass by and see its brown grass,
its veiny leaves,
its weeds in the concrete --
I walk quietly along with music in my headphones, wondering if it's loud enough to drown the guilt of my self-induced disparity and my disinterest in the sustenance I need to be more than just a warm seat in the room,
but rather a warm blanket to the homeless.

All I know is that the next page is blank,
and that a blank page is still opportunity.