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.

I never stated this would be easy
You knew that coming in.
I guess, so did I,
But that never stopped me, did it?

We had a couple of close calls, didn't we?
Some scares of raising children,
Roles changing
Split-second life changes

Pleasure guided me,
I'm assuming you fell victim too
You never told me to cover up
We hid behind pills

Too many nights, with too many
Hands doing too many things
I allowed you to cover me,
As you allowed me inside of you
Cold sweat, but hot bodies
Intertwined
Pushing towards
Pulling Away

Rhythms

Silence was often the name of the game
But the nights where silence was an unknown
Were the best nights
I'm sure you agree

There are days where I really regret what we did
I stare at the sky, wondering, if you stare at it too,
If you think the same thing.

Hello to the Tin Man
Said the body of various organs

Warriors sit in fields of fire
Braving heat, metal, and fury
Kneeling in the battlefield
Swords to stomachs
Bullets to brain cavities
God Bless America

Unpatriotic
God Bless the World
What's so **** special about the U.S.
We have freedom,
That's well and good
But why can't we wish for blessing
Across humanity

Avoid warriors in fields of fire
Stop braving heat, metal, and fury
Don't take a knee in the battlefield
Don't even approach it
Put down the Sword
The bullet can be unspent
Thank you soldiers for the fight for freedom,
But God Bless Everyone
Not just the winners
Not just the losers

The Tin Man's bent to hell
He's seen too much
This body of organs
Would like to stay intact
But the saving of the soul(s)
Is far more important

Anatomy
An-at-oh-mee
Will you make a friend with me?

Curves and hairs
And you-know-wheres
Lips and tips
Of fingers
Linger

Kisses from misses
And dangers from strangers
What clothes can hide

Familial and not
Familiar and never-known
Embraces
Bright faces
And moods to go along

Anatomy
Anatomy
Great, beautiful anatomy
Sculpted in clay
Finer than diamonds

When life is up,
To the ground with thee,
Anatomy
From dust
To dust

I am happy for mutual understanding, thankfully not mutual destruction

Fly me
Freakin'
Throw me into the sky
Let me drift on the winds
Like a lofty kite

Dr. Do-No-Wrong
Stop touching my inappropriates

I'm sick of the Ferry
The rocking of the boat
Makes the water seems soothing

Explosions?
Destruction
Fallacy

Erectile disfunction
Welcome to
*Unsatisfactory

The stars,
****, the stars

I look at them,
From within this suit
In the envelop of space
Outside the atmosphere
Of the place I call home
Attached to the ship
Allowing me to roam

I walk across the nothingness
Looking at the vast beauties
I'm so insignificant

So

Incredibly

Small

Attached to this ship
In which I roam through space
Within this suit
I see these stars

So Insignificant

The crew should not have
Let me out
Repairs are what I should be doing
Healing the vessel in which we travel

But I'm so small

I'd rather just take my helmet off
The helmet

Off

My brains can join the stars

Allow me
For a moment
To run my face along the keys

Listening to hip-hop
It's the mainstream poetry
Spoken word to beat
Bring the anger,
The fury
The feelings
Expressions

But make sure it's ****
God forbid
If it's not ****, it's pathetic,
Right?
Wrong.
Well, for me.

Bring me emotions
All colors
Bring me depth of spirit
Dark and light
Bring me truth
I want to see the world in your
perpective.

Bring me music,
Of all kinds
Just know that now,
Hip-hop is keeping me busy.

British beauties bewilder background believers bringing backwards beliefs

To look at a child,
And realize you had a part in
Her or his creation

To hold said child,
And realize this child would lack
Existence without you

You created, much like your Father,
A life, a human life
To be cherished, held, and loved
Like your Father did for you.

Beauty in each and every little finger
Curiosity lingering in each eye
The world has yet to know you,
Dear child
What will you show them?

Dear Wayfarer,
Oh wayfarer, me

Show me the way to the nearest
Adventure
Show me the tallest of trees
The lowest of valleys

I wish to be lost with you,
Oh wayfarer,
You know your way around
I can tell by your grizzled features
And you impenetrable courage
Facing high cliffs like the ground below them
Was no more than a step below

Oh Wayfarer,
Dear Wayfarer, me

Take me to a road less traveled,
In times like this
Show me antiquity.
I want to see the roads of old
The ones less traveled in days such as these

Oh Wayfarer,
Oh Wayfarer,
Dear Wayfarer,
Me

Realize that this world is yours to explore
With caution
But courage
With brazenness
And humility

Oh Wayfarer
Wayfarer: Me

******* alike angels, allowing acts almost as awful as ****

I've blown the train conductor's...

Mind

With a long, hard...

Fact

Regarding wet, soaked...

*******

Owners leave unshaved, outside,
With collars, of course.

Rhyme-scheme handled
But I can't get out...
For some reason
...Something scandled
I will pout...
...Show me treason
****, I almost got out.

Echoes of actions
Linger longer
Than half-assed wordplay
and roses

I have no clue
What I'm doing right now.

Let's do a line
Maybe two
Maybe three
Let's share lines
For you and for me

Dr. Seuss is dead
You say,
Holding on to he

He who's rhyming
He who spake
Hold on
Hold on
Your breath
He will take

Give me your thoughts
For which I'll pay
$25

Meat Sellers walk
To doorsteps
Buy large stacks
Meat
Meat
Meet the salesman
As he walks to your
Dining room

Put them in your
Freezer
These large stacks of steak
Pre-cut
Pre-packaged
Do you know
What you've signed for yet?

You can’t force art
Said every artist ever
Well I force it
I force it
Force it
It
Force it
I force it
Well I force it
Said every artist ever
You can’t force art

Take me to the skies Dad
I said silently
Hoping that today would be different

Affronted with something else
Rather than happiness
There's a biting edge to the words
I'm sorry I'm ten year's old

It's always been on me,
I'm not sorry that I failed you
I'm sorry that you expected miracles
From a human child

My senses once again fail me
In this wooded place

My eyesight left long ago,
Leaving me to fall on my face

My sense of smell quickly left the building,
Though the flora produced such sweet scents

My hearing went soon after,
Allowing me to sit, and lament

My sense of taste followed suit,
I tried to eat some blackberry's but flavor they lacked

Not long after that,
My sense of feeling came and went,
The rain was feeling oh so soothing

Now I am senseless,
But that's what I get for singly
Coming to this place.

Stroking keys with grace
And aplomb
Scratching paper
With black or blue ink

Bringing about pictures
In other's minds
With words
Simple words

Words that could mean nothing
But you and I know better

Link together two things,
Three things, four
Alike in few aspects
Word it proper
Bring about emotion
Reaction

Poetry

Body: Corporal
Lively: Entertaining

All these thoughts,
I think when it's raining

Give me Caesar
Give me audience

Take me down to Greenwood
Providence

My thoughts
Are aging
My mind's
Not racing

Truly
It's the end of the year

Panic attacks in swift motion
Showing looks of anguish
Curled up on beds with ruffled sheets
Water in hand,
Matching the color of tears
On your face

Friends with little forethought
Playing cards with
******* who like their liquor
Selfishness abounds for children
Without responsibilities

"Let's get chronic,
I know a dealer."
"Come to the house with us,
the party's only beginning."

I may be a fly on the wall,
And I may be silent,
But know the thoughts in my mind
Are scathing.

Angry skies and gnarled trees
Fish fly by in the wind
Spitting out water
Unbreathing

Pavement's grand fissures
Bushes with briars
Five feet long
Tearing at the flesh of passersby

Grass of razors
Chairs of torture
Tables of barbed wire
Disneyland

Normally, I have something to write
But today is poorly lacking

Too many arguments in just as many days
Comebacks are the things I'm saving

Did I mention virginity?
Want to see my V-card?

Let's call this high school baby,
I can be your point-guard

Sexuality and innuendos
Silence, is what I need.
Let's play horse, baby
I'll be your steed

1, 2, 3, and 4
Sitting in class, totally bored

College was supposed to teach me things
I'm left here, still wondering.

I don't regret, I'm happy I'm here
But now the real world is what I fear

After it's all said and done
I'll leave this room, but there will be no sun.

Depressing clouds,
Bleak misfortune

I came to learn things
Not to talk about the weather.

BBB, fool, you know me.
Taking time to leave my stuff
I’ll talk you up with a bit of fluff

It’s funny, I never knew you existed
In the end it’s me who’s ******
Watch me whine to the football coach
I’ve never liked long runs.
Let’s run the field, I think I’ll be ok with one time.

Let’s move to some place sunny!
I here it’s ******’ nice there.
Let’s move to some place sunny!
I here it’s ******’ nice there.
Let’s move to some place sunny!
I’ll bet you’ll get your fix there.

Leave the cave, it won’t welcome you back
Nevermind no one liked you anyway.
Lies of Tricky-**** Nickson
I’m always proud of you, son.

I’m sorry I missed your call,
Nevermind your message.
I’m sorry I missed your call,
I promise to change the way I am

Let’s get dinner,
I’ll pretend you’re with me tonight
Face great for the camera
Only the greatest for the girl that I’m sexing tonight

Strip down girl, and tell me how you really feel.
Nevermind no one liked you anyway.
You can be mine for the night.

Frothing forked tongues
Hit the stratosphere

Bear rugs on dirt floors
Draw me near

Flesh on flesh
Trial by fire
All it seems to be
Earthly desire

The man on the moon
Had no idea the penalty
Penalty of failings
And days of new

I take what I want
I leave you broken
Friendship lost
You say no

Lead me to other worlds

What can be said
With this teeming mess of tangles
Interwoven histories of
Taking chances

Why is it that
I feel nothing
I love You
Is but a saying
Between fakers.

A question, furious cousin.
Do not allow ignorance
My son and daughter

Do not allow your mind
To become the cannon fodder

Ignorance is bliss
Can that be said for Divine?

Take my two cents
There is left but a dime

The broken bloodied hand
Of yesterday’s time

Is left severed and withered
In the dirt next to
A coal mine

We settle for complexity
Because fighting is beyond me

Fighting for simplicity
Seems but a mess to me

Cavemen
Live better
We men
We live longer.

Wet, dripping
Hot, sweaty
Meatpacking shop
Cutting up cows
Cold ***** in your local safeway
I have no *******

I realized, in Christian thought
If I prayed as much as I wrote
As much as I swore

If I read the Bible
As much as I make innuendos
Fake inappropriate with friends

If I spoke to God
As much as I speak to friends
As much as I spend time on the internet
As much as I listened to music
As much as I filled up every moment with noise...

I'd be a saint.

But I'm not.
I don't pursue.
I don't wake up saying,
"Lord Jesus, help me help others.
Help me be a better man."

Sure there are weeks
Then there are weaks

I'm left clutching a beer
Glass of ***
*****
Shots of Tequila

Wishing I was a better man.
Hoping I can be a better man.
Yet, when push comes to shove,
I do nothing.

I love You Father.

My fingers
Worn
My wrists
Tired

I can feel the energy leaving my arms
As if there's nothing left to write.
It can't be true; however,
that there's nothing left to write

There's got to be something
Mermaids
Unicorns
Rainbows
Flowers
Life
Death
******
Ab­use

That got dark fast.

I could write something,
I think I have the energy
But what to write about?

I refuse to stop now,
See I'm only just beginning

Veil over the collective
Eye(s)
Let's move from spiritualism
Pentagrams and upside down crosses
Illuminati to satanism

Let's put it in modern music,
We're gonna die young

Let's lose ourselves in lust
In sweat
In pagan ritualism
Let's go for shock value
Over the normal cynicism

Let's drink ourselves to death
And ****** into life

I can't believe
This is modern music.

Please, Please,
Watch me bleed out the ears

Busy yourself with things that don't matter
Pretend that I care

I know not of what you're doing
But you want to go to coffee
We aren't friends, you and I
But the thickness of your skull
Or your personality
Or your daddy issues
Won't allow that to soak in

Spongy materials
Good for soaking up wet messes
Does that work for life?

We quarrel like dogs
I know, I've watched them
The difference:
They're playing

Drink me away
Drink me away
Drink me near

Where's you fridge
I need a beer
To help forget
And to add more calories
I didn't eat today
I hope my momma's proud of me

Give me love
Give me life
Give me *** for memory

***** and redbull
Is my frenemy

Bring me to waters,
Early in the morn.
Bring me to waters,
Two doors from the dorm.

Surrealism in life
Harsher is the reality of the mind
Enter my sphere of influence
Take time to unwind

I awoke too early
You know my temperament
I awoke too early
Let us all sit and lament

Speak to me in voices
You and I don't understand
Speak to me in voices
But I will not grab your hand

I've been away
All day
With little left to say

Sitting on tan couches
(the boringest of colors)
Letting bitterness wash over
Like a fine wine
Or the drunkenness
That one feels after too much

I realized,
I can't do intimate.
I can do faux passion
I can do infatuation
But
Can
I
Love?

Great question, let me answer with another?
**** me?

Have you ever stared at yourself in the bathroom
Given yourself a good look

Caressed yourself
To know yourself more intimately
Understand the areas
That get your heart beating faster
Someone may thank you later

Have you ever used the restroom
In front of
A mirror
Just sitting there
Staring while you ****
Staring while you ****

Makes me think of nature...
There are no mirrors in nature
Just reflections in the water

Email please stop
You're endangering my sanity

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Oh, thank you...
I mean, no! I will not be phased!

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Oh, hellopoetry! I do love that site.

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Someone liked my poem?
How kind of them!

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Well, if I must, I can give a few
Seconds
Minutes
Hours

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Ok, you got me... that's enough

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Email, what the ****

BING YOU GOT MAIL

That's... I've seen that before

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Email, that's not even correct grammar
Well, it's poor grammar
In the very least

BING-BING-BING-BING YOU GOT MAIL

I can't stand this anymore.
It's time to pull the plug.
Hide beneath the rug
I'm coming for you,
You *****, rotten *****.

I feel like there’s something in the dark for me,
Waiting,
Lurking,
Searching for a victim.

I feel like there’s something in the dark I see,
Breathing,
Lurching,
Perching on bedposts.

There’s something in the dark I know,
I can feel its presence on the back of my neck.

There’s something in the dark for sure,
but I simply can’t come back to the light yet.

Speak in words
Speak in language
Speak by body
Speak my language

There are no penalties here
Avoid the box
I want something real

Understand?
Do you really?
Now’s the time,
I’ll allow you to speak freely.

Time’s up, dear.
Now let’s speak in scenes
Whips and chains excite me
You know what I mean

We’re talking dark things
Blame it on literature

Did I hurt you pumpkin?
I swear I didn’t mean it
We’re acting now
Wear the fake appearance

We got the stage
We’ve got the set
The clothes
And the tools

I’ve got no way to end this
We are the folly of fools

As if it didn’t matter
Please, spit again
I’m all but flattered

I’ll pace
I’ll wretch
Let me turn inside out for you

Oh, the time you said we could meet
Didn’t work out it proved

Sweating bullets to clockwork
Let’s imbibe until we *****
Can’t handle myself
Let’s get this cleaned with comet

Screaming double standard
Please, return to your normal emotion
I’ll keep my cool
Rocking on this **** colored ocean.

**** I’m old as dirt
And I still don’t have my **** in a stack

At least I got life on lock
Better than THAT guy

Fake.

I don’t know what I’m doing.
I can tell my poems are getting *******…
Seems to happen when the night gets later

Don’t blame me for this ****.
I’m freaking tired…
But it could be something else
That is just ******* up how I’m feeling.

At this point, I’m rolling my face
On the keyboard
I’m sure that was pretty obvious

Give me some criticism I can’t handle…
Actually, just **** me.
I think I’d handle that just about as well.

I think about that ****,
But I can’t handle it.
Sticking my **** in someone
Sounds like ****** to the virginity

For some reason, it sounds so normal until I put myself as the
Perpetrator

Old women watch *******
Solid logic.