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Feel the push and pull of my voice as it enters a dance of love,
Affirmation follows with a glance caught wandering,
Linger just long enough for reality to catch up,
Sift through the maps of our brains  plotting each next step,
Expanding horizons form through a windshield as the sun sets,

Hear the tapping of hearts trying to synchronize,
Open to the restrictions unfurling before our eyes,
Place the next arrow to be released at the heart an inch higher,
Exhausted by each false hope formulated among our thoughts.
Enjoy,  it took me a week to figure this one out
I fought the overwhelming sensation to let sleep take me last night,
Through lies and deceit my blinking eyes brought tears,
There is no place safe to scream in a crowded room,
Even in the places that society can only explain though means of light and dark,
You are not invisable
On mornings I wake up to a volume of busy loneliness,
A mundane blending of actions and last night thoughts,
The pause during an explanation leaves room to lose control...
This tear calls for more than a friend,
Yet that's what I find in every smile,
Every passing of the locomotive distracts from the truth y'all are hearing(reading)
It's okay,
I'm okay,
There is so much more for us to discuss,
But I can't be sure your attention span cares,
So join me in this lonely ramble,
Leave with the mind wandering, talking jibberish,
Critique, criticize, separate me from you,
Listen close to your reasons,
Because I'm going through them too,
So don't you dare judge me,
I only ask you to tell those thoughts about me and you,
I'll be over in the corner waiting for them to show up and become engaged,
I want to exist because of you.
hello out there
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.
There is black and white as long as you live in the grey... where do live?
Out of sight out of mind,
A saying that seems to be underrated,
Thought mostly about objects of disgust or stress,
And since I've objected to being anything more than an object,
This categories fits my life,
Even when acting like a faulty car part; the check engine light remains being of little concern,
"I'll just drive till it dies"
It's just the cost isn't worth it,
with all the time we spend in it,
Eventually the light turns off,
No rhyme or reason just the decision to love unconditionally...
Or the
The car dies used
I have thought of these words, not the ones you may hear when your body presses to the air, and the sound-waves go unobstructed, no the words lay here on a page, within a thought that didn't happen today but might show up tomorrow, recorded by the blood of bone, water, and metal, each etched mark, stains the memory of a time when oxygen was free and clean to breathe, finding out that the next moment these words are consumed, their meaning becomes a new personality, these thought words and the specific tact and errors, prolonging the flow from the head to the finger tips, thus causing minor adjustments, which make even the most thought out words seem like they have no true, maybe real, meaning, accused we stand, on trial, only a judge begging for a recess, but my closing statement is not finished.
I keep a thought journal with me everywhere I go and I wrote this poem inside it. the reason this is important is because when I am writing in the journal I never edit myself or stop the word flow unless the thoughts finally stop coming. But with my poetry I look over everything and edit until my words take on a personality of their own. I am pulled towards the gravity of something new.
There is this image stuck in my head,
a body laid bare,
slowly examining it's own features,
how the bones don't fit in the perfect 90 degrees,
though what a figment of self to call out how well,
                                                   I,
fit into the 'in between,'
I may,
                                                  no,
I am sure that the person to whom you are talking to is...

And that's just it,
like this **** mark on the page that I can't see, even though it's
                                                write
in front of me,
how well can we read when we are distracted by jumping images mixed in with soft spoken words,
and the promise that (we're)(you're) not insane.
(next page)
I should be noting that in this piece not everything will be written as it should be.
Nor will it be read with any prior knowledge.
Dag nabbit though a way some normal people say it
                                                    ****.
The point is I forgot what we were talking about.
there's that smell of ash and bone again,
smooth to the touch,
the way the pen can crawl and curl as well as the smoke does between our lens,
it is again my  perception that deceives.
Just a jot on the page.
just a note in the beat... simple and so sweet,
the fascination that there is someone,
                                                    yes
­lets make this personal,
there is someone that you want.
So beg and beg.
I mean there is this juncture where the harder and harder you think you will ever get to understanding this,
is to believe that there is a prism and within is how well things can or can't be distinguished.
I am finding it hard to feel comfortable this way,
as in I am sorry I made you feel that way,
                                              What!
        ­                                       Way!
that way yes it's all in our heads,
but that's okay yes yes in order to learn to breathe.
with me...
                  In...
                         Out...
                                   Breathe.
                                                  In...
­                                                         Out...
                                                          ­         1-2-3...
let's count on our hands,
fingers?
either way that's not what I was going to say,
and why wait?
what the hell are you doing?
are you trying to trick me?
Get me to believe that for on'y the count of one two three,
I mean 3 seconds,
I was not in me?
Though the lines are false - The words hold true, We lose our minds to the little ***** that our brains have - Lost, Treasures we believe mean more to us than those who buried them - Why follow a stray letter that blows towards our lovers, Caught blind & broken- with only the last words that may have said I Love You, Watch us laugh realizing - That our Pain causes everyone else the humor they seek, Flee from the land and - Find the place our roots first began to grow, My understanding of I that found - out he was she, that began at we, Oh to feel the tears of our holy faith - infrequent but ever so prevalent, Finding out that big words we use take - small ones to explain their meaning, Pleased with the dictation, this line looks stitched, A Puzzling fear causes the hand to quake but it fights the - shiver, tell a story about what was written, lose yourself in a call for - eyes, These are the last words of this poem they mean very little I Love You
I wrote this on a styrofoam cup while sitting at work, if you would like to get a circular image of this, or just a cool picture (I think) then if you draw a straight vertical line and start writing with the title at the top right of the line, each dash is where the poem crosses the line, example:      
                                                      l A Poem About...
                                         ... false l The words hold...
                                                      l
and so on   Enjoy!
I want to thank you,
Your words have touched the roof of my mouth,
I swallow them deep,
My blood warms,
I realize we are the same,
Thank you,
Thanks
If there is no sound there will be a guidance of breathing exercises, gently rocking our over worked minds,
It is to take no offence in sleeping during routine check ups, our eyes could also use the rest, but listening is unavoidable and it will find you in the silence,
Seeps into your eardrums and upset the peaceful balance
This is a reworked(meant to be read not heard) opening for a new spoken word  poem I've written, let's hope I can perform it!
There are many ways to count to three,
Hundreds maybe thousands of ways,
Recall how many times you've counted,
Every time it started with uno, dos, tres,
Extraordinary number that 3
Fourth line down you almost counted one, two, three :p didn't you?
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
-Poe O.o
#oo
What it's it about this day today?
Forgotten by most, ignored by all
Yet how special it is to those who love,
Too the people who remember your name,
And the impact you've had on their life
The day filled with work, and planned events
Though time alone is easy to find,
It's your special day
It's my B-day
It's my birthday!
My bones have been talking to me
They tell me that we are lost without one another
They warn me that  not all can be won with strength
My bones won't stop talking to me
They complain about the  weather
They argue about  the time of day
My bones  are talking about your bones to me
They giggle at the sound of your laughter
They compliment the pulse of your heart
My Bones have been talking to me
I have a Bone Cyst on the bottom of my left foot :( here's a poem about it.
Two cardinals bathe in the creek as I'm lost in thought about how beautiful you seem to me
It's true I was thinking about you
I am going to lie
On a black mirror
I wrote
Discribed in detail
how it would be done
Finished it with a signature
In the finest of gold ink
Watch it dry
I find in the words
That I spoke truth
The beauty of this lie
Had transformed from a speech
When I spoke the lie was apparent
I was able to write the truth
But when I told you
A lie is all you heard
I think I know why they call the show Black Mirror, "black mirror."
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
A re visited old poem I wrote
I begin to sway,
The music cradles me like soft wool,
Submerged into a bending mind,
Controlled by the waves,

My head bounces,
Rhythm coursing through my ears,
Inch by inch I fade,
Broken from reality,

Feet chatting with the ground,
Sound rides at my bones,
Gone in a world of color and darkness,
Awake, standing and waiting for it.
Hope it comes
Silly me all wrapped up in a sweet sticky sap
Finding it easier to kiss and lick myself free
But the hushed touch of the soft and rough
Oh and the breathing, The breathing is the best part
I sink into thoughts lost to another
Yet a smile still slips from the sweet
Candy
ahhhhh yeah Candy! :)
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
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?
I have forgotten the meaning of an open book, practice does not make perfect in this category.
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 love to ******* cuss
Up and down the street you will hear me *****
In the car I will scream *******
I will abuse the word **** because I want to
I am a ******* in the eyes of the public
I don't give a ******* what they think
I ******* love to cuss
They are just words in the end
A bunch of letters assembled just to be used
Banned from the vocabulary of others
**** it
Cuss
Cuss for me,
Do it , to make yourself feel better,
Do it , when nothing but violence swells inside you
Do it, when you tell a joke
******
The  first line and the third are about the only truthful lines about me, I apologize to anyone offended, however if it makes you feel any better I had to look up cuss words just so I could write this.
If I ever see an empire crumble,
It would be the hands of the future peons that would have to rebuild, then re-brand themselves into the eyes of their mothers and fathers, prove that nothing is possible when accomplishing the past standards, who's to say what is the better path, I've paved new ways treading on the hopes and dreams I have thought wrong, there are stress fractures writin on the faces of friends, they lose their battles judging values vs. Life,
I am neutral within the chaos of laws, trying to read the signs with eyes closed,
It's a free fall without me behind the wheel, who is going to lead the band of the deaf, blind, and mute soldiers, forsaken once the war is over, they have no presence to offend their normal counterparts, I'm inbetween handing them money or a gun, neither will do them well, let them select, let them be, bow before the relinquished blood ties, observe each noble pursuit add a dawning crown
Dig
Dig
If I were to dig a hole
I'd be hoping to escape her black eyes
My fears only grow as I find a cavern below my heart
Her blue eyes following me with each step
Swollen hands scooping away at fragmented memories
For a brief moment I lock into her green eyes
A cold stiffness holds me bare
My eyes search for the uncertainty
If I dig a hole I can stay away from her eyes
Some one find some rope
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 wrote this for a fairy :D
Shall we sit, laugh and banter,
Discuss our every desire,
In an atmosphere on love and compassion,

You order bitter, and I go for smooth,
The waiter suggests the fries,
We accept the tater-tots,

We make work of our meal,
Beer washing down our mouths,
Forks stabbing at wandering hands,

Clearing the table, a brief contact is made,
Silence falls quickly,
An our eyes catch the waiters,

"One more round of drinks for two?"
A new edit of Drinks
I have words that could explain how perfect you are,
But they are not enough,
The blur in your moment as you spin for me takes my breath away,
You commandeer my thoughts in the wee hours of the night,
I fear I'll go blind to such a beautiful sight,
Though my ears would find peace in your voice,
Such grace, so willful, just your presence makes my day,
I would sculpt your body flawless from head to toe,
To speak of your eyes would do them more shame than looking into them,
If the world shared your intellect I would call you my queen without hesitation,
Your alone touch calms my wild heart and tames my frantic mind,
I have words that could fit you perfectly into someones thoughts,
Obviously that is not enough
You know some people are fantastic, whether you love them, or they are your best friend, or you just made them up.
I had forgotten what home felt like.
The things most important to me were lost.
The smells, tastes, soundscapes only I know.
I had forgotten the touch of home.
How it hugs me,
Safe
I remember all the laughter brought,
and never have I forgotten my mistakes.
I carry my home with me,
But I had forgotten a key component.
Home feels like home.
No matter where I am,
Or the choices I take,
when I hug you it's home.
Inspired by the song Home by Dan Croll
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.
I wrote this a little while back but could not resist the temptation to post it. Enjoy
I've written in anger
And sorted myself out
I've written on drugs
And found new meanings
I've written in sadness
And found that I am beautiful
I've written before bed
And never let my head hit the pillow
I've written about my skin
And no one knows what I am
I've written about what it means to be human
And I still have no answers
I've written while in love
And have had many lovers
I've written in art
And hid the words within the blank spaces
I've written rambles
And each one more absurd then the last
I have written about my adventures
And returned filthy and alive
I've written stolen words from the wise
And spread the knowledge far and wide
I've written to you
And you have read
I've written
And have kept writing.
As Love collides
Two lovers are left with their hearts torn
As Worlds begin to collide
Two lovers struggle for existence
As  Sound collides
Two lovers are left in silence
As  Light collides
Neither lover can see the other
As Waters collide
Two lovers are lead down different streams
As Thoughts collide
Two lovers  embrace each other
As Two Lovers collide
Their Halves are found
Thoughts are used to create a dream,
Dreams are used to create reality,
Reality is used to create life,
Life creates you &
You create thoughts.
Wrote this one a little while back thought I'd share it :D
Some times I stop to write,
There is never a reason for it,
I just stop and write,
I try not to follow any parameters,
See what I did there?
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
a story about a boy
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.
wrote this a while back, and thought why not post it, it's got love and humor. kinda like a romantic comedy. maybe :D
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)
Tapping out on the cemented path,
knees, face, there is blood everywhere,

I rise, there is a brief moment of dizziness but it fades, my hands ache and feet sore,

The cry of sirens fill the air to a once silent and shocked atmosphere, not a mind surprised, nor willing to step in,

I do nothing to cover my face, with the crowd splitting in front of me like convenient stores doors,

As if the soul was struggling to stay inside, but the damage to severe for it to grasp the concept,

Dead, panned face wanting to lose all concentration, I have that wanting more feeling,

Just a lost to those who will remember, a sacrifice to remind us,

Life, is all that threatens my future, is reluctant to free anyone from its understanding,

At one moment something becomes something new, and what ever lead this act to take place,

Is completely within my control, and so I decided it end.
When I am undeniably happy with a partner, two types of poems begin to stir , it never shocks me that they are much more opposing, meaning more poems on their way.
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.
Thoughts from Poe9
I
I
Inside, is this thing about me, it has stolen my voice,
It's like ash has seeped into my lungs from an invisible fire fueled by hatred, it has broken my will to stand on two legs,  a gentle world slipped out from under the covers,
forgotten,
In my arms a purring cat that reminds me of the ocean waves crashing along the shore of a place I once felt at peace, it's frustrating to lose track of such wonderful  memories,
I feel insane, but I am calm and understand that this is just a phase, chapters on the moon are written in the clouds in day
I realized now, either this mind is too creative than what I think capable or my abilities have left me with only formal beginnings, so breaking the mold has not left me with many options,
Indeed sleep and food will provide healing when it seems fit, but for some reason I would better wish luck could do some providing, this hard effort has made me sick,
Indebted to silence, my rain check has finally been checked off, the papers folded and what's left of the ink is saved for my last breath.
Incurable, only by my diagnosis, and only a poet am I, not a doctor, this in lies the problem,
Indifferent about such touchy topics, resorting to backtracking my statements, fair enough?
Indecisive? so are the current topics of the new world conspiracy, such a soft melody replaying in the foreground, as my mind goes out the back.
it's been awhile Mr. Poe...
I am from the music pounding in my ears
Rap-Rock-Alternative-electro
The sticks gathering dust on a broken drum set and the cleats waiting to kick and run for next season,
I am from the pictures new and old preparing me for my future, and the videos that make the world smile,
I am from dining out with family and friends,
Our laughter scaring other customers,
I am from the land of lakes, Mississippi, and the four seasons
Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring
I am from a great life

Hands clasped tight
One two three Jump
(splash)
Laughter fills the air
Two lovers joined together
Splashing and kissing
Oblivious to their surroundings
Escaped from reality with
Hands clasped tight

(Sun)
Sunny days,& low winds
Sleeping in the grass
Rainy days, & new beginnings
Sleeping in a cabin
High winds,& falling leaves
Sleeping during class
Snowy days,& cold air
Sleeping in bed
I wrote these a few years ago, found them posted them, ya know just stuff, but hey more old poems to come.
And just what are you expecting to see?

Two eyes just like mine, hands that ache to feel flesh, there is something to fabricating  love,

Adequate to say that these threats will go unheard, and through the years I'll get to say I told you so, yet I still feel like a failure,

Cross check the references, comb the referrals, you've got the experience for every job but the one you want,

I find security in preserving the real me,

Over thinking on what should be said next, when just their presence will suffice, trying to explain to yourself how to not sound crazy, all the while talking to yourself.

We all do it,

Some things are better left in that awkward silence, the longer it holds the more said than words could ever entertain, no pure thought is safe,

An invasion that's become obsession,

Even if I tell you all my secrets, there is still apart of me I'm missing, not even I can find it alone

My ego tends to show through,

I get it confused with my personality, which in turn doesn't show much as my skin, cursed to oblivious stares,

Then again I've been talking to myself,

Usually just saying hello, possibly singing some tune, or my favorite describing exactly what I'm doing in confusion,

"What am I writing?"

A taste of reality from the insomniac ramblers program, a show free to watch, and real physical participating with the whole gang,

Hold on tight to this thread,

Your future with me will not be what we expect, I recommend strict regimes for personal viewing times, our minds are hesitant to believing what's in the mirror

I see me, and I see you
Poetry has really helped with the talking to ones self, ha ha ha ha
What am I?
Look at my skin, a color that resembles the smooth carmel that comes from candy,
Look at my hands and feet,
I run only as fast as the next person,
Look at my brain,
Pink and mushy, full of thoughts,
Look at my toys,
A history that we all tend to forget,
Look at my eyes,
Tears of fear and confusion,
Look at them...

I have no anger towards you or your hate,
I am so sorry we are not the same,
I would never hurt you, or myself
Look at me,
Skinny as a twig,
Look hard
and Judge harder,
For if you see me as a threat
Please make sure
Look at me
My hands in the air,
My feet frozen,
My brain thinking comply,
My toys, my child's,
Look at my eyes
What am I?
I am not a monster
What are you?
This is about recent events that seem to happen to just about everyone, make sure of your actions that's all I ask.
Let me start this sentence over
I repeat,
Let me start that sentence over
I understand,
Let them start that sentence over
I declare,
Let them redo that sentence over
I concede,
Make them redo that sentence over
I consider,
Make them redo that compromise over
I influence,
Make them redo that compromise anew
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)
This poem can be read left to right, or in columns,  the last three words tie it all together.
you may need to read twice or trice.
Thanks for reading
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
I tried to write a netral poem, did it work?
Let me paint a picture within your mind,

There is a picture on the wall with two bodies mid fall, they are positioned in a decaying building with widows just behind them, cascading then in a ominous light.

There is a mother and daughter, and a in training service dog with gold and black fur and a purple vest with poo bags on the left, the mother, short grayinh hair wearing a grey sweater, and pants to match, jots down information as the daughter, pink and blond hair wearing a black cardigan over a blue with white striped dress and a hat black with a variety of colored paw prints separated by hearts, recites information found on her phone.

Over a frozen lake, glides a white sail with a green rim, it's stands out against the pearlescent background caused by the haste of the setting winter sun.
Unfinished...
I am a rambler that takes his job seriously
Nestled under the bridge away from light
So that those who cross fear my words
Omniscient among the belief I am alone
Married minds think the rambler crazy
No one dare tell me, unable to join me
Isolated instances have come and gone
A story the rambler holds in secret
Curable only by hiding it in his rambles
I steal lyrics to start a conversation
"I want so badly to believe that love is real"
And this has got me asking how does one think of love?
Do you think we are talking One Love or Free Love
I could explain the how's of love
Like
How does love taste?
How does love sound?
How does love smell?
How does love feel?
I might even one day tell you what love looks like...
The one thing I know best of all about love
Is that I've got love to give
Maybe it's something I caught as a kid, could have been born with it, but I'm sure I have love,
It's possible that I may fill a void, fit like a puzzle piece, curl up like Yin does with Yang, melt into a beautiful mess of love,
I'm always ready to take chances with the waves of love
I'm not blindly in love I'm fully submerged
You'll see
Just keep your eyes on me
I love (you)
"I want so badly to believe that love is real"
As the pen dips
Words jolt out
Violently at first

As the pen writes
Soothing thoughts
Disrupted of peace

As the ink dries
The words rest
Taking meaning on paper
A twisting and twirling body of words,
It hangs out against the arms like the moon lit light
Casting the shadows of a lost and broken dream
Tapping the head and forming the jaw
The fires kiss the withering blade to life
Enriched by the life of a crazy decision,
Struggling to climb it's conscious roots,
Only to have wings form out of the scars,
Cheated by a fate of lust and celebrants,
Screaming at a insomniac mind,
Pleading to make it's reason one of logic and focus,
However lost it is to the dreams given by the hands it has felt,
Curious the traveling becomes from our mouths, the words we speak,
Fly on and distance point A to point B
For the simple line must be drawn to connect them once again.
Sleep Dreams
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