Boldly go where no man goes,
shattered your dreams by reachin' for my own,
you're fake.
You're far too tall to support your own weight.
world trade.
your goals are my failures,
been starin' at the sun,
Your're blinded by the light,
While I've been makin' moves at night.
I'm not a thief,
but try to play me at night I don't act right,
better get you're eyes corrected,
20/20,
hindsight

You sit there
In that big chair
Leaning forward in false interest.
With Affluence.
Where do the thoughts go?
Away in a box of unsent letters?
Why are there so many letters?
Like an unknown alphabet.
An exotic language,
too hard to interpret.
So much time spent to decipher,
That by the time you do,
The letters lost their meaning,
Lost in translation.

Forever.

Hey you with the big brown eyes,
Crucify me.
Hey you there with the secret smile,
In the devil's style,
Crucify me.
What are two friends playing blind,
with hearts disguised
Why don't you step inside me
Why don't you try to know me,
Why don't you leave me empty inside.
Why don't you crucify me?

I'm the erasure
frequent free sample taster
Eat a chicken dinner
found you in the bathroom face up,
They find me
holed up inside for the winter
like the termites in the wall,
My by-product is these splinters
Teenage mutant ninja turtles
throw another hurdle at me
I'll leave your jaw closed like a handful of bad taffy
Don't laugh at me,
I'm grapplin' this logic like a last dollar in my wallet,
I bought a ticket to hell,
but before I got there,
I lost it.

She's a 21st century fox.

Hair tangled up,
Strangled by the bedsheets in her thoughts.
Her Eyes are blue gold,
And if I stare too long,
She just might break the mold,
Of the prototype,
The best of my wishful thinking,
Grab ahold of my nightmares and don't let go til you start sinking.
I got an inkling,
Or a thought,
I won't stop til we get caught,
Then maybe they'll throw us back like two fish out of water.
I've been swimming upstream since before I was born,
So when I swim with the current
Its like I'm trying to conform.
Forlorn and broken
Trade my change for tokens,
I try to cash the chips in,
But I lost them all playing hold em'.

If fools could speak of geometry,
you would be the right angle,
while me, obtuse,
I find light in the darkest places,
where the glint of the moon turns back time,
I look back,
And find you cloaked in fog,
traipsing towards me,
with no rhyme,
strafing while they bleed,
we are cogs in the handset,
we are all lost teeth,
broken and shattered,
fallen to those underneath.

If I was green.
would you wish that I was red?
If I was all that you can't have
would you want to set fire to my bed?
Or run circles in my head?
Dark blue eyes filled with love.
And dread.
Most words are better written,
when they are left unsaid.

When did you become so cold,
like an iceberg at sea,
You are lost to me,
waiting to collide with an unsuspecting victim,
Your secrets are hidden in the dark deep waters,
never to be seen,
that's the part of you that hit me,
and left me here shivering.

I burn bridges down
Because I'm a prisoner..

who doesn't want to be found

The untraveled forest lonesome,
Roads wind through your heart and back,
Covered with growth since long time past,
The brook runs clear and full of life,
Like blood to limbs,
a glimpse of you is like the seasons,
Always changing but the same nonetheless,
A landscape of thoughts that will never be spoken,
Like the rain across the eons,
An unfathomable wisdom.

How much rope?
for the misanthrope
hang em high
theres no hope
like a high plains drifter
what you seek is what you find
within death there is life
within the pen
there is a knife
and it executes
with surgical precision
when you look into his eyes
know that he's the unforgiven.

Mistakes
Mis
takes
Like graves
In the end
they
are laid out before all
to walk by and see
and say:
“that won’t ever be me”.

The stars spot the night sky
The moon called you away at night
The light
The dark
The trip on which we both embark
The fight
Your heart
I packed up all my pieces
and then I fell apart.

I paint your body with my hands
You paint my mind with tattoos that you planted with a needle
No thread
What are your plans?
No threat
In debt
In deep like a sunken ship in the sea
Your deep blue eyes consume me with their secrets
Your Hidden features
You're an angel with her wings clipped
forgot how to fly
Maybe too close to the sun
Maybe too close to someone
Who caused you too much pain
Too much fire for a volatile combustible soul.
When you find me I'll be waiting in the lobby staring at a hole in the wall
feeling half empty
With a half full drink in each hand.

So you say you been searchin’ for a heart of gold,
 
Cliché,
 
You’ll never find one with a heart so cold,
 
The mine’s filled with water and the troops gone home,
 
And you’ll be left with nuthin but piles of stone,
 
Pyrite,
 
You’ll be laughin til the fool’s go home,
 
I’m right,
 
And you know it cause the truth’s been sown,
 
Put your fingers on the button but there’s no dial tone,
 
It goes 920-68 oh
 
Go head,
 
Think about it til your mind gets blown,
 
And grab ahold of someone so you don’t feel alone,
 
Ozone,
 
I said it cause your heads in the clouds,
 
And the rains burnin’ holes in your **** stained house,
 
Listen close ,
 
let me til you what its all about,
 
its no secret what goes on when the lights go out.

With time I become more resolute,
The tide,
The moon,
to all will come an unfound fate,
to all will come what they create.

I'm not 100 percent sure that's your name (maybe 99)
But I will never forget your face.
Or your eyes which told a story that I would stop my whole life to hear.
And the way I felt when you looked at me.
When I looked at you.
In that warm wonderful space.

In that warm wonderful space.

To take apart the day and smile,
To walk along the moonlit mile,
To ponder what has never been,
My heart's lament is never seen.

The black knight encroaches
With a full metal jacket
Those that surround him made him fade into blackness
Magic
Temporary madness
Half wits
Hat tricks
Harbingers of sadness
Haters engaged in a battle of two faces
Tasteless
Morals loose like her lips spreading rumors
Fabrication
Snakes lying dormant like suspended animation
A pretty face plays the victim that's how she
manipulates them
Think you know the story but you take the word of mouth as truth.
The best alibi is when there is no proof.
She make you feel like the king but your just another pawn.
The worst of it all is that you like to play along.

Flightless mincemeat waiting for the ****,
 
by farmers plow,
 
below the till,
 
a stir about,
 
an upward ******,
 
up through the earth new life is pushed,
 
through valleys low and skies abound,
 
their colors shake the hardened ground,
 
a life among the stars aglow,
 
Their fate, it lies beneathe the snow.

Inflorescences
Sweet
In absence of light
Defeat.

Man needs to reconsider his place in the universe. Upon my morning awakening, while enjoying a cup of coffee(another one of man's creations although albeit simply refined and utilized by us), I closed my eyes and heard not the sounds of nature, as one might assume would be the ideal, but the sound of a pneumatic air-pressure nailgun stapling shingles on a roof. Then, in sequence following that in a crescendo of sound I heard the distant lawnmower native to this local urban habitat, feeding on grasses. This was only soon to be followed by the wind-like sound of nearby automobiles slowly passing by. All of this muffling the sounds of the morning flyers (winged creatures of an inferior design unknown to us) presenting their songs, but falling on deaf ears . That's when I realized we are a product and slave of our own creations, when we should be a slave (or close sibling rather) to creations unbeknownst to us.

As the days they slowly turn to weeks,
and your someday softly sullen speak,
the strongest soon become the weak,
as you unearth your broken wheels to leave,
the wagon buckles from the load,
and the cargo falls victim to the undertow,
the river after the melt of snow,
the water runs too deep,
so fast,
too cold,
so pure,
and unforgiving.

They need to redirect the energy they hate with
It's basic
Improvements will be made by creating love from hatred.
Like seeing a rain cloud and being glad you're outta the sun.
Like.. run Forrest run!!
What's with this kid?
Is he dumb?
I dunno
But he drops the funk like halitosis when the words leave his lungs.
..and the spit leaves his tongue.
Where the hell did he come from?
Not sure but..
I think they found him between a rock and a hard place with both sides of his heart stuck.
****.
Little did they know he had them underneath his thumb
Just waitin to push the button
Waitin to spray on something
Waitin to be the one to,
Bring the fire and brimstone
Because revenge can be sweet,
Kinda like a cold stone,
So pump this **** loud
til the dairy cows come home
stick it upside down  in your tape deck
and eat it like a fat kid.

We are all made of stars,
And some are yet to be seen,
although they may shine the brightest in the sky.
Will they find me amidst the glow of Ursa Major?
Or will my light be seen by no one,
except the soft solemn universe,
in a quiet appreciation of every atom,
as they orbit each other through the eons,
with this, my heart is content.

Soon the memory of you will fade,
Like the morning fog
Or the distance between us,
A void.

If I found you growing wild,

should I pick you?

or should I leave you be,

to admire whilst i slowly walk by,

time after time my eyes grow wider by the sight of you,

and each time I walk closer,

until I trample you under my feet

It has been the finest night.         
             
When dark windows fall into the light.                                                           ­   
When shadows call:

"Whence did you come?"    
                      
From rattled bones and twisted tongue?                                                
Of half-wit souls with broken lungs?                                            
And who are you to hold the sun?            
And who are you that holds the gun?                                                    

These bars,                                                  

They hold in every one.

Who are you?
Behind your words,
Painting what you want me to see,
Who are you?
A hologram?
An ideal image of you and me?
Who are you?
Softly spoken,
but thinking two moves ahead.
I think if I knew who you were,
I'd be dead.

I drink,

Not just for myself, but someone else.

I speak,

But no one listens, so I write.

We are two animals trapped inside a glass box
Nothing to say or do that isn't lost inside our thoughts
You hope to find an inkling inside the broken chatterbox
But mostly deny what's inside the two time Goldilocks
Is it too cold, too hot, or just right?
Hit me up on the flip side and I'll keep you lukewarm tonight.
Who's eyes light up your insides like a rotten Jack O'lantern?
Who's argyle style lies in all the wrong patterns?
I'm loose like a cannon or a bad set of tie rods.
You can hear the truth speak when you read it in my scrimshaws.
Bear claws
I'll Tear apart your life like the jaws of life.
Tear you apart like a knife like jaws did Richard Dreyfuss
What?
Say what?
This guy writes like Jackson ******* drinks
And paints like Charles Bukowski.
His life pours out in lines like the inside of a chocolate factory.
When asked where is his mind he pointed to his heart,
and said to them:  
"you shouldn't play with knives when you're dancing in the dark."

You claim that you're an angel,
but I know you don't dream in color,
you dream in 50 shades of gray

When you say that its black
But I know that it's white.

When there is nothing left for you to say.

"Who knows what the future might bring?"

I know..
Regret and dismay.

Its just a shame
That's All

Happy Valentines Day.

You walk through my mind
Like a beacon in the night
Like a driving stinging rain
Like the sound of a rescue plane
Like a lost single word
Like the constant autumn brook
You run through my mind
So fast and so far
Like a falling star.
So bright
too short
So long.