I've been gone a while,
You noticed that?
I saw you sitting in this house
Posh
Continuing your brilliant abilities

It wasn't that I felt neglected,
No, never
You offer me more than I could put into words
I just felt I had nothing to offer

I went to a cabin in the woods
Not too far from here
But far enough that I wouldn't think of you too often
The lake was serene,
But my thoughts were chaotic

To be honest,
I don't think I'm better
I don't think I'm ready for this
I know that I don't love yet,
And I know that I'm selfish

In all honesty,
I came back to this house
This beautiful architecture
Because I knew you'd listen.

Humility comes with self-loathing
You don't want to walk in my shoes

Let's beat the messenger
Until he or she is black and blue

Equal rights means equal fights
Said the Quarter to the Spoon
Set the heat to highest degree
And I'm sure you'll be here soon

Whistling like the wind through canyons
These men on bars ought do
Fine women, fine dining
Are not in-line for you

Staring at a plate
Far too full for my hunger
Go away, you glutted fool
I desire you, no longer

A lover's kiss,
A gentle touch
Things I do not feel
Unknowing
Confused thoughts
Are things that are too real.

**** your unbecoming

Rant Like a child
Saying things far less mild

Feeding Soliloquy
Deep within the WillowTree
Keeping the third-eye satiated

Blackened remorse as we follow the course
Of the mare, riding into oblivion
Set with the setting sun
Break with the wind
Somber up immortality
Lessened by your falsities

We all believe in something
But it doesn't mean we're right
We all believe in something
I'm sure we'll learn to fight

"Blessed are the ignorant,"
Is a line I'll never say
For "ignorance is bliss"
Is a lie so far away

Now for sobriety,
I'm done with the talk-ups

Swearing like it's my job
I hope you get the memo
I feel like ****
When I talk this horrible

Speak the gospel
I speak atrocities

Not acting like Jesus,
But I hope my momma's proud of me

Split standards,
Two houses,
I know one's proud
Or maybe neither,
I dunno,
I'm just typing out-loud.

Write, write, write

I haven't done this in a while
Cobwebs on my keyboard
I'm shooting for Halloween-style

Let's get some wit in here
Don't look
I'll spit in your beer

Like the flaming Irishman,
Drink until you see the sun.

Live like you don't normally
**** like you weren't looking at me.

I'm trying to be clever,
I'm not sure you get it
If it makes you feel better,
Neither do I,
I just feel it.

Hot ****,
**** your ****

There it's out,
and I'm quite
happy
with it

That's really all I gotta say
I hope it gets through to you
The way things've been going
I won't hold my breath

Like winds in the desert,
No one's there to hear it
If a tree falls in the woods,
and no one's there
Would you care?

Watching shows on HGTV
Let's do some renovation
Scared of your indifference
Out here I'll be pacing
I'm typing now, really typing
Dictated words to give to all of you.
I hope you're proud of me, Mom,
Cuz this one's not for you.

DIY you *******,
feel my hate and sit
Poetry's my anger piece,
I hope you've had enough of it

God Bless ye,
The weary, the broken
The ones who are bleeding
Lifeless
Go away, weary souls
You do not deserve such earthly
Despair
The bodies broken,
But the souls,
Intact?
To the stratosphere with you

And to those who are the
Perpetrators
I do not wish for damnation
I hope for forgiveness
And I hope for reconciliation

Blood marks where people
Once stood
Now there are bodies
Lying in the neighborhood.