Read
                                        Laughter
           ­      Forever
Love
                                        Stays
      ­           Defiant
In these
                                        Lost
          ­       Dreams
Words    
                                       Flinging
                 Wildly
Hear        
                                       Paper
                Speak
Pain
                                ­      Beside
               Tears,
Shout
                                      These
      ­         Curses
But
                                     Stones
               Flow
Sing
                                      Ignorance
       ­        Endlessly,
For
                                      In
         ­     Faith
Me
                                     Dying
              Rejecting    
See
                           ­          Conscious
             Fear,
It
             Finally
                                    End**(s)

If I were to unfold my being into the pages of a never ending book,
Would you pick it up?
If each word next to each other was in a different language,
Would you read it?
If the chapters were written out by days on my life?
Would you grasp it's concept?
If on the title it read "the Daily Thoughts of God's thought,
Would you believe in it?

What of the discussions that would arise from my pages,
Would you argue with or against me?
What of the pain I have given and the joy I have felt,
Would you cry and laugh?
What of the men and woman I have picture in bed with me,
Would you be aroused?
What of the sounds I drown the world out with,
Would you too close your eyes?

Would you read me if I were a book?
If I was sitting on the ground just three pages long?
What wonders might you find in me?

Little Bit for Pixie

I lay down beside her,
Our breathing matches,
I close my eyes and let sleep take hold,
She wakes up beside me
Her hand running lightly through my hair
She prepares for her day,
We say our good byes,
There may not be a next time,
We hug hoping time will stop,
I lay down in my bed
She lays in hers
Tonight we dream of our little bit we shared

I cast a line out
                              I
                             ­  N
                                 T
                                  O
                           ­           T
                                       H
                                         E
                                             sw-
                                         ell
                                  -ing
                               waters
Fishing for a thought better than the one I have waiting in the depths, floating on a stick with noodles attached, courageous in effort as the light has long since gone out,
The
      Line
             Sinks
As the buoyancy effects my dreams, My Fingers curl around the pole sensing what could happen if I let go, Still Fighting with myself arguing my existence in this empty air,
      A
         Nibble
    Or
      A
   Bite
Might change the world or could end it, I am starving for a thought new as my balance is lost and the waters envelope me
Eying               the surface I see               the water     is       clear reflecting   upon   itself
  My                 body passes the               hook
Suspended by a floating rod, I turn from my life line and spread my arms hoping to slow my Faith, No thoughts come to mind,
Something
                   Is
                      Waiting
                                ­    At
                                        The
              ­                                Bottom
It's eyes locking onto mine, a smile welcoming me to lay she makes no effort to move or catch me, we seen in sync as I float over her

We embrace,

This is the thought I was wishing for? A hushed lip meets mine, our first breath in a space where I thought it wasn't possible,
Are we rising or are the waters disappearing as I catch a wink of my hook and rod, my hands press believing that this is real as I feel yours on my back,
There is so much more, the possibilities are endless, are goals may differ, but we are flying and nothing will stop us from floating among all the thoughts we once belonged to be below us.

In one short night I discovered how to live like an eternal entity,
Shed my body like a girl does with a skirt,
What's beyond this freedom has yet to be explained or it is to be forever explored,
But theories within my mind tell me that we are connected,
It's similar to how music is connecting us together, the feeling that sinks into your bones and charges through the bloodstream,
That powerful wave of emotions as the eternal call out to our dreams, or the shadowy imprints of lost thought being observed by an on looker, experiencing deja-vu as we cross their hidden paths,
All our actions are truly planted before us, with roots and branches spreading every direction, the paths we take are forever changing and expanding,
Our choices are strings pulling the weight of the world along the lonely paths,
There is no requirements to how we love only on how we live, we can live for ourselves to love others, the possibilities are endless,
As is our eternal souls.

I wrote this in pink pen,
Though now it is in black,
As well, I typed this,
And there really are no words,
At least not in black,
Maybe to the eyes,
Or to the Mind,
But not in reality,
In Pink yes,
Not in Black

I question reality with these words,
Yet no questions will be asked,
Only statements of truth,
There is no reality where these words are black,
However these words are real,
But for these words in black to be in reality,
It means that they are real,
Real in your mind,
And now in *Pink

I found you lost and alone,
Your tear lines marked your dirt covered face
Your fear and hate
Your confusion and your relief
I carried you,
Through the fires
Through the falling glass
Through your friends and mine
I spoke to you,
Of better times
Of future times
Of now
I Failed you,
Rest now
Feel free now
No more pain
I will join you soon

I can Dream of gods and goddesses,
I can Wish upon stars and flowers,
I Expect none of it to come true,
I can Dream of being famous and powerful,
I can Wish to be intelligent and handsome,
I Expect none of that to be true,
I can Dream of beauty that parallels the gods,
I can Wish for love that extends beyond the stars,
I Expect none of this to come true,
I can Dream of you,
I can Wish for you,
I Expect only that you Dream & Wish the same.

I return from off the ground,
Hands bloodied and body aching,
Brain swaying left to right,
The opportunity has passed it's self up,
Further away into the distance,
"I'm okay"
Tears are asking me why,
The cause for comfort and security are...
"No really, I'm okay"
Pools of fear gather around my feet,
Rising above my waist quickly,
I lean back and float,
"This has happened to me before"
Rapid breaks of an unconvincing breath,
Expectations are never achieved,
So I send mine to the burners,
Humor me with your thoughts,
"Thanks, but I'll be fine"
Asking to be alone
Judged that we are in the wrong
But we never searched for the answers
Welcome the smell of flowers
"I gotta go... Bye"

So I begin to hear the words,
They are neutral and calming,
Speaking softly into my ears
I can hear the ant struggle on the linoleum tile,
It moves slowly from a crushed body,
It's legs fleeting about,
Hear skips and stutters on the record,
Moving my body back and forth,
In a rhythmic dance,
The silence on the moon screams,
Our ears dampened to the dark side,
Only the stars can hear,

It begins to pulse,
The sound encompasses my body,
Blotches form to the bass in my eyes,
The body becomes light,
I float up,
Only for the sound to bring me back down,
Pressing to another,
Feeling the body morph,
The ambiance controls the connection,
No longer can I listen
I must rest,
I take my headphones off

It was on a sunny day mid fall when I caught these eyes staring right into my soul

Oh where is my ******* voice when I need it?
Not even 5 feet deep in muddy waters would it come,
Phase two raise the brows, it's worked before,

It was her lips a soft pink that flushed her pale skin with color

My head in a book as she pops over my shoulder,
I read a verse aloud in a tone I thought the character might have,
"But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for""
A wet sensation overcomes my cheek, my hand reaches for hers,

Three in the morning, a hand traces along her thigh up slowly making it's way to the ****

I love watching eyes like the oceans water receive their first ray of light,
the pupils snap tight bringing focus,
a smile reveals itself, the eyes slipping back under the lids.

On the dance floor we spin into each other colliding, our sweat trading our garments

My lip bleeds, a scratch under my eye puts life into perspective,
Clean thoughts ripped to shreds, the nearest wall finds my fist,
She was shaking, I almost felt like crying

Inside her it's rhythmic, like a bikes gears as they propel their rider faster and further

Inside her head it must  look like we are all pieces of ****, it has to,
She's just so ******* happy all the time,

Rain falls into the ground not onto it, a realization noticed where she laid

One is a lonely number but the solidarity comes free,
I only feel right when there is two, where life becomes a struggle,
It only become worse once there was three,

sitting in the passenger side, hair a sandy blond filtering in the sunsets reds and blues

i believe this was right,
that I made the life I have bright,
two beautiful souls to protect at night,
the journeys beginning  still in sight.

Withered hands page through a life time of photos, peace settles in the lung with each breath

I keep hiding my words from the pages I write,
there is this fear of what goes on in my head may be interpreted differently than what it was never meant to be to begin with,
the anxiety builds upon itself,
manufacturing "could be's" and "what if's,"
when all I want to know is if someone is safe,
I regard myself to high standards but know that I can become a victim to my own open flaws,
like all open targets my heart sits open to public view which is alright to me,
I'd rather let the heart bleed than tend to the wounds others have made on it,
I am more than a collection of patches sewn on by lovers who thought my heart was saved,
I have a mind and body that holds scares and lacerations much harder to see,
for a longer explanation refer to my thoughts,
waiting to be written,
waiting to be found,
waiting to be understood,
on this ramble I'll simplify it by saying that you and I are so much alike,
and that is all,
our differences come from the experiences telling me how we are not like the other,
here I am still confused,
trying to understand why I am so different from those who I know,
why they don't express themselves the same as I,
it seems that answer is already known,
yet with this loose cannon brain taking shots at itself,
I forget easily,
that I am growing or fluctuating,
finding a balance that may appease the gods staring back at me,
there will be a day when all of our scattered thoughts combine,
I will finally be able to speak the words that you will understand.

It's 3:50 in the mourning and I am alone,
I promised many things
but I feel I am unable to succeed.

I can't sleep so I blame you,
You... For your beautiful physique,
You... For your tempting eyes,
You... For your complete trust in my crazy.

I promised to hold you and never let go,
Yet here I am at 3:55 in the mourning alone,
I Love You,

But I am not holding you
So I will make one more promise
One that I will not break.

I will hold you close to my heart and to my mind,
So that you are never alone,
Even if we are thousands of miles away.

It's early in the mourning and I have now made a promise,
One that I can not break,
why?

Isn't it obvious,
Because I can not sleep and that makes me loopy,
But I still love you.

And I will hold you close.

I am 50 feet away from the inevitable
It's not how it looks that angers me,
Not even the blabbering of educated words,
I can feel my feet moving and heart pumping,
I am 40 feet from the inevitable
I am lost in a spiral of emotions
Tears gathering for the get away,
Clenched fists swelling with blood and sweat,
I know this is wrong
30 feet from the inevitable I see it's true face
A mirror reflection of decisions all thought just,
Outside forces urging reconcile and ignorance,
Our past and future form the Yin and Yang of the present moment,
Caught off guard by a breeze sent from a god,
I am 20 feet from the inevitable
Counting the steps till I reach hope,
Casting shadows aside like capes,
Craving the philosophy of our blood,
There is only 10 feet between me and the inevitable,
No longer invisible to my friends,
Pursued by biting accusations assuming what's fair,
My breathing stays steady and eyes fixed,
I am face to face with the inevitable
Do I kiss, then cry, or ****,
Is there enough strength in my bones to handle the weight,
Will there be peace in our hearts and minds,
I will challenge the inevitable to battle and see who wins

There  once was a boy lost in the woods, he was not lost at first, but became soon after, because you see he fell in love with a monster, It inthralled him, at first he tired to coax it, lying to it showing it gold and giving it food, pleased with his efforts he tried to take it home, but it turned and ran, but that is not when he gave chase, he waited a day, then two, then four, that would be about a week, maybe more or less, but to him it was an eternity without his monster. Oh but it came back, surprised its self the monster did when it saw the boy standing where it had left him,  the boy remained motionless, but that could be for many reasons, but he'd claim he was trying to freeze time, and maybe he did, either way motionless he remained, till the monster moved close enough to be in reach, as it reached to touch his face, he grabbed it, victory, victory, his eyes closed filled with tears, opening he looked at his capture, no longer was it his monster, it was all a dream, he had fallen asleep in the forest, and now is lost.

As our eyes close,
We lay in bed,
The awkwardness of our bodies,
Shuffling, stirring, tangled,
Your hair nipping at your face,
My arm numb and asleep,
Sometimes I kick,
Sometimes you punch,
The covers stolen off our bodies by heat,
I write poetry in my head,
As you sleep,
I realize what's missing,
You

I wait in a line that seems endless
I look ahead only to see that the others are doing the same
The ground beneath my feet is marble, white with a blue shimmer,
Above me resembles that of a wood celling in a log cabin,
Behind me I meet the eyes of another waiter,
He quickly stands straight only to reveal another pair of eyes behind him,
There is a sound un recognizable in the distance and the line moves,
Though only a step, a sigh of relief, for there is much distance to travel,
The light comes and goes, with no observable source of light,
Looking right I see another step out of line,
Standing taller then the rest he heads my direction,
I ask as he passes "what do you see ahead of this line?"
He stares blankly then looks over the heads,
"Do you want the truth?" he asks,
I nod noticing that my personal space has grown smaller,
He points forwards then backwards and says,
"That is where you are going, and that is where you've been,"
"So at some point you'll reach where you're going?"
My space bubble expands with a hushed whimper,
It comes to mind that I should ask him one more question,
"Where are you headed then?"
He smiles, his teeth almost all gone,
"Why wait to know what I already can see"
"I plan to skip this line and find a new one on my own"
He waves as we part his tall figure an outline in the distance,
The line moves though I find myself still standing,
I am tapped on the shoulder and hear "May i skip you?"
I step aside no longer compliant with staying in line.

I don't know how to say it but say it I must
I am alone and lost but not lost and not alone
I think the same as all but all don't think the same as me
My pain is deep but not as deep as it could be
I see your pain deeper then it could be
Our struggles together only comes with more confusion
Seeking wisdom where it was never found
Giving up on the slightest of Dreams because the bigger ones lost hold
We all want love but to give it is a gift
We believe it is inevitable... that we become alone
Yet here I am pleading with you to let me in your home
There are no walls there are no brakes there are no riches
What we have here is you and you alone
And I am only here because you are here
?
I had to believe I know exactly what happened tonight
But there's no part of me that will ever accept that I had become a part of it

What am I to do with this idea in my head,
That causes me to search far and wide,
Where I'm willing to give all my worldly possessions,
How do I explain the actions it make,
This idea will drive me into oblivion,
That's my goal,
Floating in limbo with the same problem I have now,
Stroking the blissful ignorance to be reborn,
Life is black and white as long as you live in the grey,
By the same time we arrive at a party,
Drinking the souls of our smiles,
Mixing words in taboo subjects,
This is the education fought so hard to protect,
Tears are waterfalls the nose a stream,
Biting chocolate for the sake of joy,
A convincing lie can do the same,
For all the wrong reasons it will be done right,
Or trying has become the norm,
Because failure is so freaking awesome,
Cringing on a cold heart for warmth,
No response from the trapped cat
Napping with dreams of freedom,
Reachable only once it follows the bird,
How flawed are apples eaten by worms,
Burrowed deep within an eye,
That has such an idea that it may die.

I use my silence as a way to hide my anger,
With each passing look I see the nothing that you perceive me as,
It would hurt if only I was not used to the lonlyness,
Sometimes I wonder when our actions gain the company they desire,
Or when asking a lover to leave you be is a sign of fear,
Music causes me to relate to those I hate,
Keeping my blood pumping so that my when the music touches our ears we see who was right,
If I lie it was because I was never lied to,
Everything is my truth it is what has got me this far,
Advertising is the only place where the truth is deafening but ignorance stacks all odds against us,
I apologize for the discombobulated sentences, the silence is yours if you want it,
I wish ro stay silent no longer, but my voice will only be heard when I lie.

We can never know a Trees roots
we can know of it's future
we can know of it's past
but it's roots decide it's Fate
The roots decide the life of a Tree

We can never know a Humans thoughts
we can know it's past
we can know it's teachings
but it's thoughts decide it's Future
The thoughts decide a Humans life

We can dig at a Trees roots
destroying, killing, and deciding it's Fate
We can dig at the thoughts of people
destroying, killing, and deciding their Future

or

We can water and sod a **Tree

I'm content with the journey that is my life,

There may be thorns within the beauty I've started to grow, just false protection to the unfamiliar touch, easy to feel but hard to hear I'm not all that you see,

It's the attitude of music that has inspired me to speak,

Unfurling our languages from knotted conversations, confusing scriptures in song reveal truths thought lost,

Time would ask for an extension because it was created late, I would only like to know where the wild ones roam, all the things have been found, now the nowhere man stands by at attention,

Searching,then researching human interaction,

Affirmation for such a tedious pursuit is hard to come by, I can find myself asking if there is more, The simple course is yes along with a side of maybe,  hors d'oeuvres to pick first make a choice caught red handed or blue *****,

Wash it away on a sunny day, finding warmth within a surreal glitch, escape your person destroy what isn't true,
Dream,
Believe,
Imagine,

There is what you make of it,

I see it as a challenge of wonderful mystery, it can be anything, what a weird word it, I love it, will you join me in it, Take care of it,

Ramble with me about it.

I like how the twist happens in a knot
how posture is weird in a world losing sleep
a single star shoots out the counting fingers
1-2-3-4
the last one spared so we all have one reason to remember not to point,
Sadly the heart was stuck by love
The guiding light pointed and spoke in just
But after we are left alone it's our heads we lose
A spastic jolt behind the eye inquires the fight has just begun,
climbing to the front lines screaming for the sane to run home
leading only the crazy to the steps to ask
"How would you explain the world today to a child?
That thing that we all talk about and yet never reach
the answer for a question asked only while high
sad that it's been forgotten only yesterday,
The screws were wrong so the rings grew long and hateful
The flatline between I and the starting line
Staring at a maze from above is different then being within it
Success is only as rewarding as the length of time spent
"give up now"
Luck has it that secrets are kept for intellect to seem smart
so start sitting on the empty wave on nowhere land
break all the sound and drink all the air
wait for nothing longer so that something has to arrive
then leave it alone forever
peace is reachable when you draw a picture and hold it
Poe is underestimated except when spoken in other names
Thats why I hide so well in Poetry

I need a break
Something that will take my mind

i mean to say rip my brain right out my head
sorry to graphic even for my taste

It's easy to see that I ask for your ears
But I mumble these sorry words

I will fall silent almost like a falling tree
But I am only trying to forget your feeling

upon my return is closer to being irrelevant
When I would rather not live in memory

I copy my actions from those who taught me it
The tells will be as plain as day, distant

I have made my decision
But I am lost in my thoughts

So my cure is planned,
And events will take there course

It was fun
Really it was the best

Never
Never again
Never again will
Never again will I
Never again will I
Never again will I take
Never again will I take
Never again will I take a
Never again will I take a breath
Never again will I take breathing
Never again will I take breathing for
Never again will I take breathing for granted
Never

I'm sorry we feel the way I do,
I'm analysing my own words before my mind can speak,
I stutter odd syllables trying to spell out the sounds,
I'm a child that grew up to fast in a world of beautiful souls and crazy minds,
I read about losing battles and write about crazy rambles,
I remember how I felt...
I read about losing battles and write about crazy rambles,
But I forget what I should feel now,
Advanced theories claim the inevitable,
Old theories claim one source,
I'm not really sure what we are talking about,I'm sure you get the idea,
Just reject conscious thought,
Maybe pet a cat,
Losing ones self is the first step to finding ones self,
This has become self therapy so stick with me,
The nowhere man is waiting for orders,
For we can not think of one's to give,
Eat, sleep, repeat,
One of the many cycles that have stayed so shall another that has proved useful to me,
Read. write. read. Death
Don't be mistaken they are all endings,
With guidance that should make the knowing easier,
What rivers will converge?

I can see the glowing ball of our fortunes to come,
just arms length and it's pulling away,
hold me tight so I can reach it ,
Once in hand we can erase the world that keeps us,

Embrace the falling sky, following chicken littles crys,
Please please look up at what you're doing
I have here a gun in my hand, pleading not to use it,
If we continue down this road, our corrupted lungs
will get us before my bullets come,

Set fire to in inside of our hearts,
loosen up the breaks and don't look back,
for each coin turned is other lie told,
gather up my ashes and pour them in the mold

Depressing controversies make noble pursuits to fix,
Standing alone facing a wall of your peers,
what sin must look like when it revels in the truth,
sinking hopes are followed by an unwavering word

Watch out for the last peeking sun,
it will scream for attention and pry at our eyes,
the last of it will reveal secrets hidden,

you and I are  so much a like.

Forget about our repetitious lives,
The beginning was just a thought I had,
Twisted in the way of a spiral,
It continues infinitely towards the end,
Nothing can create something, but that can not be reversed,
So our end in only the last thought I will have,
Even in time we walk backwards,
Trapped by the same number system as our predecessors,
But follow too closely and emotions fall short of morals,
The only connection to conscious and the brain.

As I lay in bed
the light bending around my fingers
grasping for it,
it escapes flowing onto my arm
It is only a lamp
But the light can still not be held
it is free, but
once the power is gone
Who holds the light?

-Poe (Kyle Baker)

My advice to you has gone unheard,
No longer do you hear me,
My mouth has been sewed shut by your ears,
Lessons that I once spoke now light you fires,
You believe my words are lies,
I am a mime,
Stuffing your ears with cotton as I open my mouth,
My vocal cords producing nothing more than a whimper,
An alien language is all you hear ,
My shouting silences as it reaches you,
I spoke as a guide,
You chose to follow another,
I threw my voice though others,
They became your enemies as well,
My crying is nothing more than water under your feet,
What will it take to reach you,
To protect you,
To tell you,
I love you

If I were to change a song,
No if I were to write a(n) album,
The music I would write,
Would be based on the situation you are listening to...
Each track named after a vague moment,
Shared by the general different,
And like minded people.
This track is called 'sitting down talking to person's I mean Scott Pilgrim vs. the world did it,
Why can't i?
So prepare world because I have a secret song that will tell you of my life,
Loves,
And the joy of experience,
Listen closely,
That's how you crack the first mask,
But first I'll ask you,
What is this track called?