Dost thou even go here?
Can thou even read?
Doth thou know the website thou art on?
Poetry be what we breed!

Ye foolish man!
Ye simpleton!
From whom unrefinement flows!
Thou shalt not write,
On a poetry site,
A work of ****** prose!

Oh yeah? Watch me.

Hello beautiful people. I'm in the mood to philosophize. And this being a poetry site, let's make the topic poetry. (WARNING: this piece will be filled with opinions, personal beliefs, and probably a little butter. If you don't agree with anything I say, good for you. Way to have opinions. AND WHATEVER YOU DO. DON'T SUBSTITUTE MARGARINE FOR THE BUTTER!) Ok, so poetry. I like poetry. And since I'm the one writing this, I'm gonna tell you about my philosophy, and my personal style and influences.
My philosophy that I try to live by is minimalism. Which is NOT laziness! Minimalism is quite difficult really. Anyone can write a nice fluffy poem (and yes, nice fluffy poems can be dark pieces about death and the like.) What minimalism is to me,  is the stripping away of all of that fluff to get down to the raw emotion of a piece. An abundance of words pollutes the emotion.
Now, my stylistic mumbo jumbo. My aesthetic has gone through a few phases. A lot of my work is very modernist. What that means is that it deals a lot with... well with failure. Failure of the human race, failure of people, and my own personal failure. But also with separation. Some prime examples of my modernist works are  "here I lay a martyr" and "of my faults and follies"
The next phase is when I started writing music for my band (Bisclaveret Marie, we're on Facebook. Check it out.) I became enamored with a man by the name of Jack White. (yes, that Jack White. The one formerly of the White Stripes.) Also the source of my minimalist approach, Jack revived my love for the Blues. When that came crashing into my poetry, it was definitely for the better.
The next phase was surrealism. The use of images and metaphors and weirdness to paint a picture of the emotion I choose to write about. (I don't really know how to describe this, just go read Though There Be Dragons, A Journey Through The Mind of a Madman. It'll make more sense.)
And most recently the Blues have seen a renaissance in my work. The simple lyric structures and rhyme patterns tickle my inner minimalist.
Yeah, so that's my spiel. If you actually read this, you freaking deserve a medal

I ask you,
Please tell me,
If you know,
I have a question,

But the answer eludes me.

So you wonderful people of the internet,
(Oops, there goes the fourth wall...)
This question may not even have an answer.
Wouldn't that ****?

Ok, so the question.
To ponder of yourself.
Also, the only really poetic part of this work...
(Is critiquing your work in that work pretentious? I don't know. Anyway, back to the poetic crap. )

What world will will you find,
When you leave this world behind?
And what world will you leave behind,
When you run out of time?
What will children say of you?
What will your legacy be?
Did you use each day by day to do
Something worth memory?

In morning light so radiant
As spears cast from the Sun
As glimmering shafts of daybreak fall
The blanket fog of cool of night
Is pierced and soon is gone

May my love to you be Sun
And my words be to you light
And may they pierce your shadow shroud
And bring your soul to life

When all falls into shadow
And fire burns the sky
When smoke and blood
Stain sky and stream
Still I will be at your side

When war comes crashing on the door
And battle scars the land
When fear and death march from their gate
They will march upon us
Hand in hand

When monsters bellow from the depths
When all seems lost to fear
Should armies surround and besiege
When the sun goes black with arrows
I will hold you ever near

Her lips may drip honey
But her teeth drip blood
She'll spend all your money
She'll squander your love

She's got no good intentions
She's got no noble cause
And all her inventions
Are deadly as claws

Beware the Bad Woman
She's pretty as a follower
She's bad things a-comin'
She'll leave you sad and sour

He watched as she fell
He watched as he did what he had to
He watched as she hit the ground
He listened
There was no sound

He watched as their world split
He cringed at the spectacle
Unfolding before his eyes
He listened
There were no cries

He felt the shockwave
As her reality exploded
He marveled at the colors the wound
He listened
And then it boomed

Violent
                             Force
     Wreckage  
                                                   Shrapnel
            Fallout
                             Screams
Weeping
                                          Unrestrained
  ­                    Anguish
   Betrayal
                                    Hatred

But hold on child
This is not the end
This is just a pothole
On the Warpath of Love
So look to the Bittersweet Bystander
His hand extended now
Take the help he offers
You need it to continue

Woke up this mornin'
With a case of the chills
Mama was snorin'
Daddy was takin' his pills

I called the old man in
Said I ain't feeling too well
He said just try stan'in
And down to the floor I fell

I got those
I got those Stayathome Blues

Confined to my bed
But that's ok
I don't really wanna get up
And move anyway

So I lay here in my blankets
A cold pack on my head
With a big ol' box o' Kleenex
Sittin' empty by my bed

I got those
I got those achy breaky ickly sickly Stayathome Blues

Hi.
My name is Carl.
Carl the Untouchable.

One day I saw a picture
In the paper
Of a girl.
The caption read
"KIDNAPPED! The Princess of the World!"

So I opened up the article
And I began to read
About a terrible villain
Whose heart was filled with greed

He stole the princess
Late one night
And when the morning came
The world awoke to find
It's greatest heroes had been slain

And in the face of dual disaster
No one had been found
To liberate the princess
And bring her captor down

So with a sigh I folded the paper
And opened my closet wide
And dug through all the useful things
I had kept inside
I found a sword and a wooden shield
And strapped them to my side
And also a blue bicycle
On which I planned to ride

Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places
Maybe I'm looking for movement in stasis
Maybe I'm looking for life in ******
Maybe I'm looking for purity in the perverter
Maybe I'm looking for dust in the ashes
Maybe I'm looking for ice among matches
Maybe I'm looking for the truth in lies
Maybe I'm looking for hello among goodbyes
Maybe I just need to change my perspective
Maybe I just need to find a new prime directive
Maybe I just need to learn what it is to love
Maybe I just need to stare into the stars above
Maybe you are my release
Maybe you're my anchor
Maybe you'll help me find peace
Or help me find the maker

Led to believe
These things that could never be
These steps not taken
Chip and tug and pull at me
These words unspoken
These promises broken
Was love just a token?
Like a puppet
Pulled at by strings
In the hands of a master
I don't control the way I feel, think, believe!
I'm not my own master
I'm not my own man
I'm not my own
These things I feel
My chest full of
Longing
Such longing
And pain
And fear
And from these
The stress.
The stress.
The stress.
It weighs me down.
Shuts
Me
Down
I can't function with all of this anxiety
There's just too much
Too much happening
I can't handle it.
The pressure is building
I have no release
I have no release
I have no release
I have no peace
I have no peace
I have no peace
My life seems like a trap
Iron jaws close around me
I'm
      Just
             So
                  Empty
The things that brought me joy
The things that filled me up
The things that I loved
                                             Do nothing for me now
The connection I have felt with life
I feel no longer
I'm
       Just
               So
                    Empty.

N'chosi bashana co tyu raitiko
Sa lawa K'foga to yasho m'koko
A'wari Manala potesy sko'ma
N'gesi, Nigosi, Namasi choma
Amali tokr'rme dun'krenksi gawet
Dol'trenti moraki alkanti un'get
To yasho potesy salaka colo
N'chosi sa lawa n'gesi d'yro

Know what I'm saying?

March in Minnesota
Still a solid four feet of snow
Two flipping inches of ice
On every flipping road

High school lunches
All the nutrients in the world!
For a six year old maybe
Or a terribly anorexic girl

I haven't been full
Since I don't know when
Or set foot in a mall
Since like two thousand ten
As for Christmas let's say
It's a good thing that it's the thought that counts

I don't have enough gas
To visit my girlfriend
I don't have enough cash
(I probably won't til the worlds end)
I can barely afford to get lunch at school!
So thanks Mrs. Obama for ruining that too!

I'm just so freaking sick of being poor.
I just want food in the fridge. Nothing more.

Lightsabers and blasters
Jedi and Sith
Snow Speeders and AT-AT's
CURSE YOU REBEL ****!
Let's blow up the Death Star!
Dagoba awaits!
Use the force Luke
There... is... another...
Leah...
LEAH????
Ewwwwww she kissed him!
No. I. Am your father!
Whaaaaaaaat!?
Never tell me the odds!

He is powerless
A mere pawn in a greater plan
His struggle is
The path he has chosen to follow but
He is blessed
For out of utter destruction
They will rise
At my command like a Phoenix from the dust
Because I know
That is what makes him weak
So I strike
He has left his guard down too often
But this time
He is prepared to do battle
He has learned
To watch for phantoms in the night
He will not
Let the ones he cares for fall
Not this time
Not ever again

I am dangerous
An enemy of the state
No simple life
Is in the cards for me
I am cursed
To watch as those around me
Drop like flies
Before the hands of my enemy
Because he knows
That is where I am weak
He is aware
That is where I am vulnerable
So he strikes
He has caught so many unaware
Not this time
This time I will stand guard over them
I will watch
For shifting shadows in the night
I will not
Let him take them from me this time
Not this time
Not ever again.

Let's see...
Ooh! No...
What about...?
Nah...
Maybe if I....
Nope...
I could probably...
Ew.
Hmmm...
Ah ha!
Frick...
Let's try...
Never again.
For the love of!

We cannot feel,
The heart grow old,
In the summer sun,
Or the winter cold,
We cannot hear,
The blowing wind,
When the devil calls,
From his cage within,

But you wear your scarlet letter,
On your sleeve like a badge of honor,
Tell your friends you're feeling better,
But your lies don't hold any water

Steel hull diving deep like a submarine
Run swift and silent through the ruby sea
A steady handed skipper
Holds tight to the helm
The keel runs true
And cuts the sea in two

So **** the torpedoes
And full speed ahead
This hull clad in iron
Watch the red wake spread

I looked once upon
A house made of fire
It blazed
An unquenchable
Inferno

And in it lives a man
With writing on his arms
The meaning
Incomprehensible
To all
But he

He sits on the floor
And he writes and writes
And waits
For the day
His message is heard

Yes I looked once upon
A house made of fire
And I looked once upon
The man
And he smiled at me
And he
Motioned
To the words scrawled
Upon his arms

But I
Like the rest
Could not comprehend
The meaning
To the message before my eyes

Set me loose like the dogs of war
Unleash the beast I can't control anymore
I've fought my demons but my strength begins to fail
I can feel the cracks forming in the boat that I sail

There are creatures at the gate
I fight alone night and day
There are creatures at the gate
Will they ever go away?
There are claws at the window
There are teeth at the door
There's a shriek from the basement
I can't fight them anymore

But still you're none the wiser
To the monster in the man
So feed me your tranquilizer
And catch me if you can

Not a humble beast
No my name is pride
I'm hungry for a feast
And I've got you in my sights

God gave mankind that old Rock and Roll
So maybe just maybe it can save my soul
God gave to mankind them old moody blues
So that my good friend is path I choose
So here I sit
And strum my guitar
And with each note
I wage holy war

I once met a man from Kalamazoo
Who bore on his arm an anchor tattoo
One day his lover
Ran off with his brother
Whatever was the poor man to do?

He sat down on a bus bound for Georgia
But somehow he wound up in Maine
And there he said "***** it."
He pretty well blew it
And got on a boat bound for Spain

When the captain was making his rounds
He saw the man grinding coffee grounds
And he saw the mans ink
And he stopped to think
"Is that man a part of the crew?"

That's when the captain's daughter came up
And asked the man if he could spare a cup
When the man met her eye
He nearly did die
For the beautiful woman he spied

I know what you're feeling
I've been there myself
I know what you're doing
But please don't shut me out
You say that you're done
You say you don't care
You're sick of everyone
And you feel so
Empty
Let me fill you
Let me be the one who pours
And though I'm confused
By why your anger came at me
I'm not about to leave you
So you're just stuck with me
I'm actually a little hurt
But I won't say that aloud
What happened to best friends?

I guess what I'm saying
Is that you can't face this alone
No.
You need support
You have friends
Let them
No.
Let US
Be therefor you

He stands as a pillar of stone
A guard
At the door
To the passage
To his heart

He made his mistakes
Once
He won't again
No
Never again

Love cost him dearly
Now anger
Costs him
Love

She sits on her bed
And cries
All alone
Because the man
That she loved
Threw her away

Treated her like trash
For a woman who is

Love cost her dearly
Now hate
Cost her
Love

They sit
On opposite
Sides of the room
They don't talk
If they did
They would just
Fight
Again

Both sure that they're right
They won't compromise
So stuck in their ways
They just
Won't
Budge

Love cost them dearly
Now apathy
Cost them
Love

Love is not the
Warm fuzzies
When you're with them
It's commitment
It's compassion
It's forgiveness
It's pushing through to the end
True love starts
When the warm fuzzies are gone
What's left
Is
Love

Let me into your head
Let your thoughts wash over me
Like waves
Let me live on, for eternity
Share with me
Your ways

Take me beyond the iris
Past the pupil's supermassive black hole
Let me soar behind your beautiful eyes
The doorways to your soul

Let me touch your imagination
Let me feel the creative burst
Let me wrestle your fears
Let me sail through your tears
Let me live here, in your mind, immersed

Stand with me now in my wonder
In this place you alone understand
Though far off I do hear the thunder
Let me stay, let this be our wonderland

Only the dead have seen the end of war
Those that cross over to heavens eternal shore
Only the dead have seen the end of strife
And those that live on, live balanced on the knife

Only the dead can truly be at peace
In this world where the death will never cease
Only the dead can claim true victory
As death has brought an end to their story

Are not we all soldiers
In this war we wage with time?
Around us the whole Earth smolders
Yet we ever hold the line.

As my soles strike the concrete
My soul soars across the skyline
And I catch myself considering
The constant conflict of life,
I'm confounded
By the concept of beauty
By which we're surrounded

Then I see a skyscraper
And my mind goes ballistic
With a sudden epiphany

Each window holds a story
Of a person or a family
Facing challenges like me
And the whole of humanity
I stand there
Staggered
As I consider the potential
The knowledge
The beliefs
And I begin to entertain
The ludicrous notion
That maybe
Just maybe
The world isn't broken
If all of those windows
Set aside all adversity
We could face any problem
With the highest degree of certainty

You told me you fell
And that you hit your head
You said to leave you alone
And that you just wanted to lay in bed

But I can't help myself
I care about you
It's just in my nature
So there's nothing I can do

I sit here
And worry
And worry
And think
And worry
And wonder
And my heart starts to sink

Does she have a concussion?
A herniated disk?
A fractured skull?
Could she have broken her spine?
Then logic interjects,
"She's probably fine"
But my imagination
That beautiful beast
Drowns out my logic
And the worry won't cease
Oh God.
What if she's deceased!?
What if she's dead!?
No
What am I saying?
I know she's alive
She has to be.
She just has to.
Oh God
I hope she's ok.

I hate mornings
Said the boy to himself
And then he rolled over
And fell from his shelf

Spires of ice rise from the emerald sea
Pillars of stone reach out and scratch the slate sky
Black veins move life within her
Her black roots spread outwards
As tenticals in search of food

And within her
Life

A hundred thousand stories
Each one unique
Each one of the utmost importance
A hundred thousand people
With only one thing in common

They live to stay alive

They make art
They invent
They live
They die
They make a home in her

My God.
What have I done?
What have I done?

What will I do without you?
You've always been around.
You never missed a birthday,
And you've never let me down.
Your humor lighted atmospheres
Your wisdom enlightened minds
Your knowledge built up through the years
The love that we'd always find.

But what will i do without you?
You've always been so proud of me.
The pain at the thought of losing you,
Makes tears well up in me.

I love you grandpa.

Love is an elusive beast
That can't be caught and caged
It makes its nest not in the tree
Nor in thicket, nor in cave

It makes its home in the heart
And dwells in it's lovely ways

But how can i find it?
Tell me where it hides
I seek this tender beast called love
That I may learn it's ways

I know that I had glimpsed it once
For a moment, nothing more
But now I must find this lovely creature
And live with it until I die

I need something
But not from a bottle or a bowl
I need something
But not drugs
To make me whole

I need a light
I need a magic wand
I need to hold someone tight
I need a deeper bond
I need a little more respect
I need my voice to be heard
I need someone who understands
And takes me at my word

I need a break from all the pain
And I need time to heal
I need someone who knows my dreams
And wants them to be real

You've done your best to help me
My thanks to you is great
But really what I need is you
So I guess I'll just have to wait

Without you time moves slowly
I stand as it passes me by
But tonight I am so lonely
I need the love in your eyes

Blatant self destruction
That you can't seem to see
You won't find your answers
At the bottom of the whisky sea

No solemn faith at the bottom
At the bottom of your bowl
Who the Hell are you?
You're not the girl I know.

Yet,
Alive.
And Yet,
A lie.

So turn away the ones who care
And face your fight alone
But when Rock Bottom finds you
You can always return home.

And I will be here.
I will wait
For you to come alive.

It's one o'clock.
Yes, one.
And you know what?
I'm done.

With hurt, and heart breaks,
With dirt, and headaches.

It's one o'clock.
Yes, one.
And you know what I've come to realize?
It's only just begun.

I will watch until the candles fade
As you stand and stare into the skies of gray
And I will dance until the lights come down
Until the kingdoms fall like water on the ground

I will watch forever pass away
Pass away
I will stand and watch them until they fade
Until they fade

Eyes alive as fields in spring,
A face that glows in love,
A tender heart now willed to sing,
A girl, as fair as a dove.

A big cardboard box
For a refrigerator
Imagination

I do not want to
Write another haiku
So I think I won't

Green elms in the woods
Give breath to mother earth
Standing tall and proud

This is my crying out.
This is my final call.
This is my desperate shout.
Before I take the fall

This is my last hurrah.
This is my do-or-die.
This is the final straw.
This is our last good-bye.

Tell me, is it worth it?
To risk it on romance?
It offers no assurance,
No, all is left to chance.

I am a creator,
a builder
a maker.

Bringing substance to the void,
brings me the greatest sense of joy.

A blank page.
A clean slate.
I draw out form,
and bring forth shape.

And I am a musician,
a lyrical magician.
The man.
The myth.
The mission.
My own unique rendition,
In every composition.
                                                                                  BUT
Can you identify my theory?
I'll be shocked if you're correct.
If this is sonic engineering,
then I'm a sonic architect.

And I am an inventor
A leader,
A dissenter,
A believer,
A protester,
A deceiver,
And a mentor,
A compatriot,
An apprentice,
A confederate,
An accomplice.

And I am a teller of stories,
of horrors, and of glories.
And I am a writer of tales,
of triumphs, and travails.

And I am a creator.
A builder.
A maker.
A musician and a writer.
Not a lover, nor a fighter,
Not a fixer,
Nor a breaker.
Not a giver,
Nor a taker.
                                                                                                  No.
I am a creator

Oh! The wicked webs we weave
When dire days demand dire deeds
As thicket thorned, and thoughtless thieves
When fire flairs and frost shall freeze

But stand ye strong, as solid stone
Thy noble name shall ever be known
Unbreakable bastion, ye bulwark broad
A formidable fortress needs not a facade

The Ultimate Weapon, A Star of Death
The Only Weakness, A Trench At It's Breadth
Thirty Rebel Ships, To Fast For Their Guns
Boldly Go Forth, To Make Their Trench Runs

I do what it takes to survive
The noblest struggle of all
And nothing brings me alive
Like the laughter I hear in your call