If I surround you
I will suffocate you
If I speak to you
I will deafen you
If I listen to you
I will silence you
If I fall for you
I will break you
If I breathe around you
I will **** 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.

Have you ever been lost?
I'm not the one who has.
Yet I think you are.
Have you ever looked up?
I see a moving sky.
Yet you believe it is unmoving
Have you ever disliked Crying?
I tend to cry for fun.
Yet you resist the tears.
Have you ever been angry with me?
I don't know why you would be.
Yet I feel like you are.
Have you ever wondered what people think of you?
I've never met you, but I think of you.
Yet you have only now thought of me.
Have you ever thought you are beautiful?
I don't think I am.
Yet you may be think I am.
Have you ever asked yourself questions that no one else can answer?
I am asking my self some right now.
Yet you are waiting for this to end.
Have you ever thought about stopping?
I might soon
Yet you won't
Can I ask you a question?
I think it's a good question
Yet you may have your own
Isn't it wonderful what we think?
I think about it a lot.
Yet maybe you do too.

Today I tried to change the track I was on,
Shift from one train of thought to another,
Crossing off dead ends and broken lines,
Eager in search for wise words within a silent future,
Some curiosities are better left unsaid or untouched,
These feelings demand a sense of real,
Close our eyes and trust fall into an undecided belief,
All questions are resolved after that,
Spare the family and take the restgive it all to shame,
Laughing along side the tears that treat loneliness,
Once again it takes a failure to teach a student,
Though learning is just the curve of eternal life.

Solid tears frozen to the edge of the freezer,
Frostbite eats away at the heart,
Severed limbs sit heavily on the rack,
Colors change from red to grey,
The light hum of a forgotten fridge,
The house lost of life,
The city empty,
The world spoiled

I want to swim in the stars

Not as an astonaught

not as in dreams

not in death

But as me

The heat of the stars lift me higher

and the only pain is that of

Loneliness

Then I'd reach back down to earth

Taking you in

my hands

then you'd jump

But don't forget to

Kick

For paddling is essential

to swimming

I'd teach you how to flip in the stars

we could even skinny dip

The possibilities require only that of faith

Faith that I'd catch you if you cramped

Be sure to wait ten minutes after eating

Then we'd dive

deep into a black hole

Holding our breaths

reaching the bottom of the stars

Would you like to play tea party?

Oh to swim among the stars

Our skin begins to

wrinkle

and our legs tire

So back down to earth we must go

But I'll be back again

With my hand out stretched

Waiting for you

to join me

in  swimming

in the stars

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.

Why can't my liver filter thoughts like it does with alcohol?

It would save me the trouble of all the money I've spent to free myself of bad decisions,

There is so much formality within a sober moment, while my drunkenness speaks freely,

My brain doesn't erase moments like alcohol does, yet my liver puts up a fight reminding me to think,

Fantasizing over an image created by theses slurred and blurred overzealous eyes,

I am attracted to bars like teachers are to mls style, and to this day I'm still not sure which one has been more beneficial.

Looking down the road of allowing glass, I measured my state of mind to pick my poison,

Tequila adds a flower to a withering soul, ***** snuffs out the light where it gets to bold, whiskey fakes the fight with its bros, while gin loosens the bones and wine your emotions, at last we have beer a truth serum more powerful than love,

What they all take is feeling, a small price to learning what we see in the refection is really something we refuse to collude with.

My liver is always amazed, the amount of control I give to it, whilst the hand with a drink in it stays steady,

The other acquires shame, controlled by a freedom of released inhibitions,

If I could escape the safety of the dinner lights for the missing love that I thought drive me here,

My liver is alone, in the battle, like one soldier who's realized that their command center threw them into a death trap and their enemies are mindless zombies of fallen memories,

My toast is not alone, followed by smiles and condolences, significant enough to convince everyone, maybe one more.

Oh how I wish to reach the moon,
I hope to be there soon,
So bright,
It guides me at night,

Look man holds a piece of moon,
I can't help but swoon,
Closer now closer,
Faster now faster,

I will reach the moon
Oh to soon

zsst

I bite my thoughts as they slip through my chattering teeth, each phase sinners and lovers cause a feathered emotion. Plans to once rule, the undying reality that it's the right that's always wrong. For the tears that creep out of the clouds during a stormy night, feed the blamed and cuss the hopeful. No ears to hear the pleaded, only a glow fabricated to calm the panic. What causes can you produce, swearing upon a joined goal. A lie, the truth. Perceptions that we discuss,  the ground moves before the steps that take it over. How many times must I lose, returning to the trap for food. Silence ensnares sections of taught lessons, a failure to comply equals the odds. A passing on the date of birth, forgotten as being important. A odd peace vacant, betrayal within the cerebral.

The blue waters hushing the land,
The sun hides behind the clouds stilling the land,
the winds breeze brushing the flowers,
in Ireland the land speaks


She makes me dream
I laugh at the thought of her
It is as though she has set me free
she makes me dream
The most wonderful dreams

On the steps of love,
Bathing in light a stranger approaches me,
Spitting fire, claiming my eternal rest false,
No actions are free of judgement,
So I roll these words up and smoke them into my lungs,
Paused, holding until my features speak more than if I were to exhale, (the truth),
In minutes the sight of the stranger recedes,
Not sure if their power nearly took a life they were trying to save,
Sticks and stones may bring on death but words give them a target,
A resistance to the known struggles,
Demons have many faces and oh do I admire them all,
Yet the further we did, it's from the sky they fall,
So buried we are along with the facets of our emotions,
Those still lucky enough to breathe face corrupted air,
And we will set for to our insides,
Becoming the words once trapped inside.

All the thoughts that collect in my mind right now lead to biting... TMI

A phrase sewn into the very fabric of my thoughts and words,
Let's be weird for a second so that I can feel normal,
Its been awhile,
We all know the feeling,
There is a selfish stench that covers the true sincerity of being on the end of a babbling mouth,
Word ***** so I've heard.
A price for the anxiety driven conversation,
That, one, I? you?
Just want to end by revealing that too much has been shared and all of Hell will open to devour the chosen who failed to keep the mouth shut,
Speak it anyways,
Just yesterday I thought about *******, indeed I did,
How little, how much, how long,
It's not hard to know this moment,
Where a sensation overcomes experience,
The slip,
What a beautiful snipit of what matters,
Taken away,
Becomes some sort of "okay,"
Unless controversy over ego and ego draws a tarnished line of how much I and you know,
I really can only focus on one subject within this,
Uh,
It took me like 8 times to even begin this one poem,
I kept getting distracted, love, children, being a teacher,
Following tangents of conversations and panicked assumptions, those normal thoughts that see the warning signs of danger,
Light up a cigar and say "**** it,"
Charging full speed into the unknown,
All of that kept me from drawing a conclusion to why I really wanted to tell anyone that I like biting.

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"

On most cold and sunny days we bask in the sunlight on our living room floors,
Observing the flecks of dust floating in space, detecting air we cannot feel,
but once in awhile the urge to run becomes overwhelming...

"At least it's sunny" we say as the zipper pulls up around the neck, two long sleeve layers under the jacket, and a hat makes us just about set.

Now if you're like me you wear two layers one thin and one thick for below the waist, not this guy, he went with the tried and true one layer winter tights complete with the red stripe to match his jacket...

As for the the shoes I can not say, for I was in a vehicle and we were going opposite ways, but they must have been warm because the only part of him that was frozen was his mustache.

I Coined A Note It Said Today Is Seized,
Sip the dream that says please trust this lie,
Upon Thought given Where we look there will be,
A drink on belief crazy enough to his broken,
Frozen in lust tragically unspoken rules teach blown glass,
Ocean deep fulfilling and blessing cause open three mouths,
Tasting breaths quotes understandingly come easy thieves trust cursing,
Dreams of breaking end from souls that color eyes,
freed dark silence I sin cheat think softer images,
By hearts kissing plead courage tempting they're curiously searched,
love, beating, hands, forgive, pride, ears, thrilling, blue, found.

hey hey

I tried to write a song about you today
It wasn't very good so I threw it away
The words were scrambled they had no rhythm
There really was nothing I could do

I was going to say I loved you
Then I second guessed myself
My eyes opened and I realized what was broken
I've be questioning my brain ever since

Chorus:
But it's alright, hip hip hooray,
I have finally seized the day,
Who cares if I throw it all a way,
One more Song
One more Kiss
What the hell is there to miss
These are the last words I can give

What really happened in your mind
That made us broken, with no rewind
You're stuck in the past,and I'm in the future
I begin to wonder who is the loser

No it's not fair, things never are
I pick up drugs over the bar
They promise me you'll disappear
With one more drink of everclear

(chorus)

We are all falling, down an empty hole

(r)No more goodbyes this is the last one
The next time we meet I'll already be gone
Under the sheets so white and brown
Here is my blood that's staining the ground

...

One last song, one last kiss
I know I'll be missed
(r)

Maybe it's the faulty wiring of my circuits,
I don't seem to understand those around me,
I tell them don't trust me,
They say they love me,
But I will glitch, synapse misfire,
I'll become a villain in my program,
With no rhyme or reason,
I'll fail miserably to the hero,
That is my destiny,
But at least I'll know my fate,
Better than these faulty wires,
A maze of circuits that never know where to connect,
Is this what it's like to be human?..

The wind tends to blow east to west,
The waters flow from north to south,
This is all the knowledge that we know,
Yet it is the fire that spreads from east to west, north to south,
Knowledge won't save our ******* lives from this disaster,
For we started the fire
We are the Fire
and as the saying goes
Fight Fire with Fire
Or ...

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

I want this to be heard not read out like the books you reserve at the library
Forgotten as an adult willing to pay out of pocket for an escape that we all had as children, such an easy time to rewind to followed by emotions from a third mind.
Treated for the problem with glowing screens and repeated beats...
But that's past us, the history books (have been) will be rewritten by the youngsters a generation that slipped through the cracks after the X & Y before you would have heard of a millennial,
My passive aggressive ways are to think like a murderer and smile on the outside I wear a soul on my sleeve while the heart stays sheltered, remembering being curled up with that library book to read go dog go
Time escapes us when we escape from reality escaping out of dreams originally created to escape time,
A letter from Clever foxes to loyal hounds you too can be my friend to, just strip away the claims that I might cause you pain once you see who you are, then after I passed shed me the tears you would man.
The covers over our heads assure that we are in bed weighing the odds of whether that youth inside us has left.