Aaaaah, ***** my side-ache
And ***** me inside

I left my mind back a couple of days ago,
I'm behind on the times

Football, Meetball, Youball, eyeball

Wordplay's for *******, and I'm oh so catty.

What's wrong with digestion?
And where's my humerus when I need it most?

I have little left to say to either you or I, but I'll keep talking so it looks like I'm halfway to a quarter of insanity.

I miss not touchés or is it touches?
Relationships, man.
What's the best of these and what's the worst of 'em?

Strap me to a bomb so my thoughts get exploded for all to see.

I never wanted to put you ahead of me,
and that's a lie.

Color me confused,
As one most often will do,
To strike a note with a concordance of thieves.

Away, away sweet thoughts on paper,
Melodrama and cherishment be thine.
Add a dash of insecurity
And away all conscious thought processes go.

A tongue-tied shade of green, you always seem to put me.
Playing without knowledge, with my thoughts and mind.

Deep within the castle walls, a creature stands listless,
With eyes of hazel and face chiseled in anguish and confusion.

To say that a man is a man is but one side of an ever-evolving equation,
And I can’t help but feel at loss.
For what should be with great elation to be near, all I feel is lost

With emotions in a tizzy,
To keep my mind busy,
One must try almost too hard.
So take what I say,
Writ it okay,
And pay no attention to my advances.

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.

Drive off the edge of a shallow cliff
Congrats, you've made it off the curb

Doing drastic things has never been my specialty
Let's live vicariously through someone else
I won't feel anything
But that cuts both ways

Melodramaticism spills forth onto a page that exists
Only because we want it to.
Philosophy in this place
Semantics in schools

School of thought
School of rot
School of wrought

Insides sink like they're covered in ink
Resting in my pelvis

Anatomy is for the birds
But people have it too

I'm still waiting,
Haven't you heard?
I'm still a ******.
Wrong wait,
As in: wait here just a little
I've got more to say

Feeding experiments to those most hungry
Let's secretly give syphilis.

Disgusting peoples live throughout our days
The devil and God are raging inside of me
Let's be brand new

Just nonsense,
drivel
Welcome to my poetry
There's meaning here, seriously
Just, please, don't let go of me.

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

There's an alarm going off;
it's not a siren, mind you,
but an alarm.

The very same buzzing and
beeping that oft
assaults our dreams
and sleep-havens;
bringing us back to the
dreary sunlight of day,
or the last few moments of night
clinging to what life it has left.

This alarm, of which I speak to
you now, is continuing.
The continuous assault on my
eardrums throughout everything
I do.
I walk through the leaves that begin
to grace the ground, saying "hello" to
the dirt that it's been so far from for so
long.
Within the sanctity of the classroom,
where professors grace students
with life lessons and years of experience
or lack thereof.
Within my own home where I continue
to make a meal for the evening, desiring
not to go hungry.

Continuous.

I hear it everywhere, and
as I reach for the button, to stop
this incessant noise
barraging my thoughts
and ears, I realize, I'm awake,
and I've been awake all this time.
There is no off button for this alarm.

What is it reminding me of?
What do I need to awake from?

Poetry
Self-interest
Entitlement
Title Fight
Fighting Rights
Dining light
And finger ******* away feelings.

I wanted to make that stuff that’d rhyme
Only to realize I’ve yet to mime
And find time
To reference the Power Rangers in a piece.

Nobody does that.
Why did I do that?
Whobody does what?
Whybody does who?

What the **** am I?
Who the **** are you?

Language, Mr. Clement, language.
Reign that tongue in before I stick it to a frozen pole

Off to dinner tonight,
This is starting off like a journal entry

I often wonder if I'm meant for someone else
Here
In this world
Or is it bigger than that?

Dinner tonight
Not romantic
Far from it
Discernment
Priesthood
And please don't mention *** scandal

Solo until the day I die
That's what I'm looking at
But my scope is so...
Narrow
So...
Earthly

Instead of a father of offspring
A father of peoples
A father of the church
A person who can set people towards a righteous path

But let's be honest,
I'm far from righteous.
I talk a good talk
But my walk is a sad limp

I pray before I eat,
But "forget" in the hustle
and bustle of work and life

If Christ is supposed to be my center
I'm way off target
Another god seems to follow me
Another trip to Target

I'm consistently surrounded by choice
In the day to day
But instead of choosing right
I go with "**** what the haters say"
I could have bleeped that out, you know
Nullified it,
But I'd rather be raw
And let you see that side of it

This is serious business,
and no less a journal entry
I tried to change it into poetry
but I'm way off target

Run the ******' Jewels, friend.

I try to write to the beat,
but **** it, I'll just strip instead.

I work in sales; I work in industry.
****, the things I say are all lies,
so what's the point of even writing them?

Because I can't write good truth for the life of me.
I can speak it though.

Catch me in court, cuz I'm trying to be hard.
It's all *******. It's just a parking ticket.

We're obsessed with hard *******, and chill *** ******.
#blacklivematters
It's true, and we're all in danger.

Who else grew up in the suburbs but is trying to go hard as they can?
Masculinity means cars, cash, *******, and ***.
If you ain't getting *****, you just a *****.

Thanks Drake, for teaching us what's important.
Kendrick speaks to 'Pac, I wonder if he used ouija board.
It's the weird line between demonic and technology.

I'm just writing off the dome,
I wonder how different this would be if I were sitting at the seafoam.

Let's praise our idols; not praise our God.
Let's ****, ****, lick, blow.
We all know there is no next show...

So what the **** are you living for?

Sit down,
Enjoying Jazz in a far away land of California

Smoke in hand
Let's talk scandal
Suit & Tie **** every **** day

I bet you money we could forget tonight
A dollar per shot, we could bet
I'll drink you under the table
Stick a fork in you, I'm done

Love you till I make it pop
You back, your legs, your neck

Grow a pair of Nine Inch Nails
Let's be men, **** it

This music ***** up my thought runs
******* all over paper creates weird art
I need some literary fiber or something

I tried to write a million things yesterday
But instead I almost committed ****** to the nth degree
Tunnel Vision
With a bright light at the end

Spiritual distance in a great cold miss-stance
Dance around poetry like it was flame
I'm trying to make it rain
Native American

Have you ever performed elephant oral?
You'll get it in the trunk

I mixed liquid nitrogen
With my *** juices
Now I'm cool as ****

Interested in interesting intellectuals
Bringing bacon back, bread-bringing *******
Alliterating alliterative allocutions allowing abusive acronyms

For goodness and badness
And for some ugliness
Here’s the facts and I’ll lay them down right:
I’m a ******* sorcerer
And I don’t finish lists

Irony in the ironical first-person
I left someone behind when they told me to
And now I’m better off,
Know this poem’s for you.
Every time I see your face, I really hope you’re doing well
But deep in my mind I know that nothing’s changed
And you’re still the same, as I’m trying to change
To be a better person than I was when we met
But it’s something that you never noticed, yet
Something inside of me says we’re polar
Opposites and what really happened
Was for the best, for both of us
So I still keep in touch with
Friends around you
And I hope secretly
That you fall in
Unending mercy
And that I’m wrong.

I still look towards you,
apparently, when I'm drinking;
I've done it sober, too.
I check up on you every now and again.
Hoping things are better than they were.

I imagine this on typewriter paper,
and I imagine myself a better man than I am.

And then I realize, that it's not, and I am working on me...
and that I'm sorry that I hurt you.

I often wonder if you'd have been better if I were never in your life.

Call it prolific
Monoliths
Monolithic
Amnesia
And pill popping

I like words
I like how they taste as they flow
From my mouth,
From my fingers,
Into your ears
Your eyes
I'm inside you.

I've never really understood that
****** conquest
(I changed pages on you)
Like, we should be proud, as men
That we've been inside someone

"I put my **** in that"
Congratulations, Charlie!
You came!
Honorary meetings
Magna *** Laude
(Did I change pages again?)

Vulgarity
Shame on you Catholic boy!
Shouldn't you be whining about *** scandal?
Talking about pro-life?
Hating the gays?

Misconceptions
Misnomers
Misconstrue my meanings
Misplace the common denominator
Math is always interesting.

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?

And it's like you expect me not to hurt;
I mean I am the perpetrator,
but that doesn't make it any
Easier

Easier would have been everything working
All the cogs aligning, workin' properly

I almost lost it on a .gif
I almost cried from viewing something that reminded me.

I made the right choice, because the cogs are aligning on my side,
they're workin' properly
But that doesn't make this grandfather clock creak any less.

Procrastinating

At least it's with writing

Over a period of two days,
I had two inquiries of my own relational status
I also forgot milk, chicken, and various meat products
shoved together, shaped like tubes.

I switched my ring to my right hand
After that

Maybe people will get the picture
I'm not committed
There's no "other" to this significant

That sounds prideful
I don't mean it as such
I just know that I mean something
I'm here for something
That's more than I'd normally say on the subject
Downplay

I switched my ring to my right hand
Right before I got back all my various foods
I sit now, in a dimly lit living room
Illuminated with nothing but a distant light
And this computer screen

This poem has schizophrenic meanings
I hope I'm not committed.

I had a dream last night
I was a Pterodactyl
But that's beside the point

When I was human
In my dream
I hooked up with women
As far as the eye could see
(Maybe 2 or 3)

I knew these women
I went to school with them

But every time I touched,
Kissed,
Nuzzled with any of them
It felt wrong
I was disgusted
And it hurt

And as a Pterodactyl
I couldn't glide
So I hit the pavement
Hard
Even though it was really windy

A bitter ****-fest of lollapalooza.
Burn(ing) me, man. but don't taze me, bro.

If I got high on legalized substances, am I still escaping?
Metaphoric endorphin rushing as patio furniture sits silently,
slowly choking as I fill it with my own ***.

I haven't written in so long, because I lack some passion.
I haven't written verbal joust in the form of bitter tongue because I felt it lacked restraint.

I ****** with a straight jacket; it felt great.
Perpetual virginity, a fool's errand running.
I have my V-card still; kind of... it's stunning.

I left a can of gasoline at an alien's house.
I came back and fire had engulfed what was left of my sorrows.

"I thirst," said He, the savior of the world.
Let's all ignore the singing signs of everything, boys... girls...

I have not a word to say in recompense for exploitation of your idiotic murmurings.
Well done, my good and faithful burdenings.

I can't speak to what hasn't yet been said,
but I can sure as hell guestimate, that we'd probably all be dead.

This **** ain't free.
Thank you, Kendrick Lamar, for reminding me.

This is me unfettered.
This is me unchained.
Give me a pen and some paper:
this **** will get strange.

I am Fred Astaire with a **** so fine, you'd think it's aged wine the way it twirls and floats.

Breaking up is ******, now put this poem down your throat.

Posh poetries in the minds of the youth
Aren't we all such genius minds?
(Doesn't that sound cool? I'm just puffing smoke!)

Pretty women, walking by
Men that lack a stronger eye
(It rhymes, but I mean willpower)

Just in case you didn't know,
I assume you do.
(Once again, I'm talking about my
analogies and wordplay)

Talking in text
Because face-to-face is awkward
But your smile downplays it,
And I'm happy to bask in it
(It being the awkward situation for you
grammar nuts out there.)

I figure I'd be funny
Poetry like Bugs Bunny
I just hope it's a little more "PC"
(Politically-correct, Bugs Bunny was not, though
funny he was.
If you don't know who Bugs is, educate yourself!
You sadden me.)

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.

Drop
Drop
Drop

Hourglass speaking

Drop
Drop
Drop

Waterspout crying

Tap
Tap
Tap

Children’s aquarium

Tap
Tap
Tap

Pet store window

Scratch
Scratch
Scratch

Dog outside

Scratch
Scratch
Scratch

Poetry

tweet my injustice
Let's all us combustus
and fritter away french fries
from the local till us nuts

Freakin' Friday
Meek and Nigh may
take away the saltines from the
mouths of youths
and put a large bass in my
kissing booth

I am Xavier
I am Charles
I once supposited a pack of
Marlboro's
Shamus mc ****, Batman
the 'copter's on down furrows

Productivity is for the birds
So let's start the pecking order

Zoom like starships, did you know they were meant to fly?
Pop stars tell facts

Let's name my ****
We'll call it Mr. Richard
Too formal?
What about Mr. Pritchard?
I added a "P" at the beginning
P for *****

*******, Freudian holiday
A Holy Day of obligation?
I better stop before I get struck with lightning
Blasphemy
Passed to me
Last of me
Squeeze out every drop

Make sure you swallow
It's rude to talk with your mouth full

Writing,
Reflecting the inmost being, or simply what's wallowing at the top of the subconscious.
Consciousness, divinity, split pea soup shredding through me.
Mental perceptivity and **** beads: better out than in, I always say.
Check yourself before you Shrek yourself.
Green Onions tell me in grocery stores, "It's never Ogre."

I once thought the world to be flat. Maybe you thought that, perhaps you didn't.
Fluid change of though patterns strike at the heal of the what wasn't.
Wasps leave me be. I drained the pool where I used to be.
He told me the other day; he told me nothing.

Hugh Jackman's nasally in the Les Miserables film.  That doesn't rhyme with anything, it's just true.

If I could write a word for every thought
left unfinished, unsaid, I'd almost write a full