I awoke early morning
And saw a hand to my side
reaching so silently for my face
I pressed my head against it

Only to realize

It was no hand

It was a blanket tucked a certain way
And I was lying on a twin mattress

Alone

Chik Fil-A
Let's boldly proclaim, "We hate gay"
While buddhists search for enlightenment

Vishnu for Hindu
And the son of man for them Christians

Mormonism, what are they about?
Pastafarians, twist shout,
But god forbid, don't eat spaghetti...
Creationism for dinner.

COEXIST
Does no one understand that's what's happening?

I suppose the broader point I'm trying to make
With this fine pen
...or keys...

Is that while we all seem to believe one thing
Or another
Our beliefs make up who we are
But maybe, just maybe,
There's more than our surface-level
misunderstandings.
An absolute.

Also:
maybe we should stop treating each other like ****.

"I'd like to speak
like I'm not struggling,"
he said quietly, as if he
were the only person in
the room who cared to
hear.

"But here's the truth,
I am struggling, and
I'm fighting, and at
times, I'm drowning."
And as he looked out
the window, rain
beat against the pane,
and he felt oddly free.

I have a
love, no,
a fascination
with animal masks
and the anonymity
that comes with.

I find them
equal parts
horrifying and entrancing.

I finally got to reading today,
You know,
The "Big Book"
The one with the books, and the verses
And the words inspired

That one

And I read through James
Realized I need to clean my tongue with more than a tongue-scrubber

And I started reading Jeremiah;
I felt this overwhelming urge to write.

To just, spill a couple letters, here and there, on paper
I'm here now
I'm trying
I'm here now
And I see

I've been crumbling under bitterness
Anger, resentment
misanthropy
[oooh, big words]

And I've realized a couple of things
That I really need to work on, moving forward

Welcome to adulthood, son.
Your Father will see you now.

People change
As does love
The things we love the most
Often hurt us

There's one
Who never fails
And often,
He can feel distant
But He never leaves
We do.

Death, and the stench of decay


Kaiju, Lala,
Kaiju, Po,
Kaiju, Dipsy,
Kaiju, Tinky-Winky.

From the depths of the seas came roars and quakes unimaginable
And from the depths of childhood dreams, and twisted realities came something far worse than we had ever imagined

Tongue-firmly in cheek
I can manage no longer
For the sake of this story
I must be stronger

The mountains trembled at the feet of the behemoth
The mighty lizard-creature
Stamping across cities as if they were
school grounds
Smoke lit the path

Lord only knows how the childhood characters turned
Deathly aberrations,
but alas, one cannot die quickly enough
When faced with one of those
Seemingly fuzzy
Creatures
Ripping flesh
As you stare, losing life,
Staring at their tv-like chests

But the clash of the beasts was one for the books
Godzilla, the kaiju,
with a killer flame
And a terrible temper

And the zombified tv group: the telletubbies
With their great speed,
voracious hunger
And general thirst for flesh

For what purpose did these titans clash?
Solely so we'd speak of it for centuries;
of that I'm sure.

Emotional vulnerability is *******
He repeats in a whisper
A whisper that's more a thought than a verbal acknowledgment.

He was done.
He was spent.
He hadn't come in months.
And he didn't want to.

So what was there to do?
Express emotional vulnerability to an extent that left him more raw
than fresh hide.

Forget it.
"I suppose that's easier,"
he mused.

So he moved forward,
and shows no signs of stopping.

Grumbles and mumbles
as my inner workings tumble
And all my kindness
packs its bags for someplace
fuller

Left alone, just me and the bone
to pick with plenty of meat left
clinging all 'round

I snarl, I gloom
I stare 'round the room
and I impatiently await
food entering my face

Hungrily angry
Hangry for short
Don't come near me,
until I've eaten,
good sport.

Tequila's my model
You can be my bottle

Take a sip from red lips
Drink each other's drink

Tonight is fire
You are passion
Tonight is desire
You are mansion

I desire
To reside within

Noble ways, dear sailor
Your brew is not as clean as your tongue
Which is to say, dirtier than mud

She will recognize you have no claim here
But you barter against that;
Praying she'll never be wise enough to know
That you were never by her side in the first place

Darkness
The type of darkness that Dave Chapelle
References, talking about Charlie Murphy
Black, Evil, Voodoo
Darkness

It was all that was in the forest that night
The trees reach into the sky
Barren
Like hands raised to the heavens
In pain
&
Desperation

That's where he found her
Lying there
Lies

That's where he found her
She lied down
But she wasn't sleeping
Stab wounds assured an eternal slumber

Alibis check-out
Families cried
Mourned
Years
Years pass

The man who found her smiles on a day to day basis
But not for the reasons one would assume

In the center of town
The center of town
The center
The town
The bleak sky
oppressing the citizens
not caught in the tidal waves of blood
left over in the streets
where the quad-group
had been

The buildings reduced to rubble
In the wake of the far-larger beast

Po had picked scent
Tinky had bled another dry
Lala was in full speed dash
And Dipsy was pouncing on another victim

Godzilla knew not of the approaching
group
Instead, otherwise focused on ships
hailing bullets
As he swatted yet another jet

He picked up scent

But by then
It was far too late
The group was upon him
And the desired what he held inside:
His... insides

I won't describe the battle.
We shall call it climactic.
I won't describe the ending
We'll call it dramatic
I won't describe this poem
We'll call it insipid

I hope you enjoyed this two-parter
Now to drown myself in alcoholic liquid.

I flew off the cuff and regretted it
I let my emotions get the best of me
And I hated it.
Come back
Come back
I scream at the walls
Only to turn and find that
You never left.

I know you like to read what I wrote
And I love to read what you write
And we'll keep peering into each other's lives
Letter by letter
Word by word
Until sooner or later,
We're present

But until then
Our minds will fill in the blanks

I was once a great tree
My circumference wide
My branches long
I reached to the heavens
I yearned for water
and drank heartily
And the sun,
the sun greeted me daily

There were days
Us trees
We would lounge about
Being trees
After a time; however,
I saw so many leave
So quickly
Cut down at such ripe ages

The teeth
The teeth
The teeth they gnashed
They tore into the flesh
To the bark
I was a tree
And there were many with me
But slowly, we disappeared

The teeth
You brought
The teeth
They gnashed
You held nothing back
And ripped apart my flesh
Just like the many before me