Thy honey's taste turned sweet to sour,
  though continuing to stick
Ne'er would a starving old black bear
  indulge itself one lick.

Do you hear that calm, frugal breeze?
The synced patter cadence off the road?
What was once a hunt for your feast
In a time not so long ago

Over the distant horizon,
the rhythm takes your morning run
Within sight is a lonesome deer
Within scent is a stillborne fear

Exalted whispers of the ancestors:
"Exhaust it to death, predators."

Seeing is believing, for which we can perceive
Believing is seeing, for which we can't perceive
There are infinite things that are, let alone aren't
That we cannot even dream of, let alone chart
Living in shadows of a universe unknown
From stardust we are born, where from death do we go?

From the iron red sea flows
an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves

Unequivocally woven in response to
the senses of each unique being

Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek,
let the transcendental levies bleed

For that which may be perceived internally,
will be embellished eternally

I'm drowning
Each time I go under the waves,
it becomes harder to surface.
At which point will I become lost?

I'm bleeding
Crimson red from my heart, my arm
a sacrifice to you or me.
Is it for love or selfishness?

As a mortal you will die;
  in exchange, a chance at life.
Though it is not guaranteed,
  moments, are odds to be seized.

What you wish can never be
For wicked hearts will alway beat
Find the gold between us all
or you too shall one day fall

Try utilizing meter and form
Stanzas that can be adored
Not necessarily rhyming
Though at least include some pacing
Prose riding rhythm
Consider a little alliteration
Free verse certainly has merit
But too often excuses ****.
Give us not what is convenient,
But that which is brilliant.

Always,
One unwilling to partake in your portentous ****

"Stop and smell the roses" is an ironic cliché,
cause when doing so literally, it is strange?

Million goals set in store
To win your heart back once more
Raise my stock, my self esteem
Never enough, it sadly seems

It's time now...
I know why... But how?
Not to get over it as they say,
but rather accept it. Find a new way

Strands of golden beach sand,
Soft and radiant as first snow
Pools of glacier water,
Evoke internal flames not seen.

Beautiful, unknowing
Mirrors may lie, though not I
Heroine of our dreams,
Slay the somnolent slumber.

Winter's worry
Summer's laughter
Fall's turning
Spring's blossoms

I say it so, so you know me

Was denied a request
     to live a life of bliss

        Away from this stupid mess
         to receive a final wish

        This is a way to death,
        but it is no way to live

     Healing waters pierce one's brain
    absolve one of existing pain

  Falling from one Golden Gate
to potentially the next

Living in the dark, yet afraid of the shadows;
  cast forth from the stars of a mystic scintillant soul

Knowledge illuminates the scholar's glass window;
  scorches the brush of the ignoramus's finite goals

Remember, however, all fields exist as fractals;
   pursue to infinity and perceive the worm's crawl

Brothers and sisters, united in life's shackles;
  the universe's fixed physical laws constrain all

Though collectively, mankind strives for heaven's lenses;
  forever advancing Hegel's romantic world essence

How much is depression a feeling
versus a way of being
I can’t remember anymore
it’s been so long since I was gold