His mind long gone
On weeks vacation
Pupils left to contemplate
With issues watered to sides
An absence of intervention
has led to cut bags
The pipes have froze
With this knowledge
A grey area has led
Rationalization of blue lines to lead
For truth does not come from that of a mouth
But those of a pair of hands

The face in your eyes has
Changed reflecting vessels
For I starved
you
As now another hand has begun
to feed
I shall never gain
A single grain with thee
again
Yet this seeks to be
my plummet
Only to silver line your
Self being
I shall
I sholl
I hol
I'm hollow
With our ships sinking
I swim only
too see us drowning
And your face above sea level
So time spent drowning holding our hands
It is time to breath and stay float
Settilin to watch you swim anothers current

A tendency to attach
To something
Unable, that is to attract
Yet mending
A reversed revelation
Formed from
Your ***** linens
Tossed away
With good riddance
Then to learn
To appreciate non sense
Until bail-bonds send
To free the despicable  
And put away
The clean dishes
In a sink full of ****
***** water
Don't sip some
Feels confusing
Like an early starting night
Is sun losing

I can tell the story
But I cant tell the tale
To interpret these words
I would have to dissect
the sentence
A societal understanding
that would fall without fictitious
meaning
Unknown disbelief
able, to make sense
of non sense
And the powers almost out
So conserve the disposable
and excrete the non usable

And this place
The same, every face is
But incapable of recognizing
The familiarities of your own
Life.
Where your king
Is your enemy
As well your protector
And god is satan
As well being at fault for every wrong thing
In your realm
But wait
You're not religious
And you're the higher being
In your
Life.
So
Feel secure with
Insecurities
And feel assured
The bridge is strong
The only way to
Fall through
Is to jump
And I know
You're tired of
Standing
Still.

When you had everything
In a hypothetical sense, you had nothing.
But when you had nothing
well in a literal sense you have everything
The only things you ever lost
Were all the things you ever sold
You set the price
But somehow you paid it as well
Yet, even after you pay the toll
it still takes a toll
Every time you add to your pile
It subtracts some to form another
So to gain is too lose
But to lose is to gain in some sort of the sense
Even if all you have is cents.

Grime
All my steps will ever amount to
Sopping down
then the rust begins to metal
And the cloud has a few skies
When there's more ash than tobacco
That's when you watch it singe
in front of your face
The odd thing?
You set it
And you can put it out
But I laugh because well do you really want to?