Oh electric city, you burn brighter then nature’s sky.
How you never sleep, but always burn.
On these nights I can see how your over activeness,
Leads to the death of us all.
You cause even me to feel invincible.
I am too young to be taught that.
You preach instant pleasure,
And as I smoke my pipe I feel the rush of dopamine.
Thus tying all of my underlying feelings;
How I am alone in this grand world.
Left to my views only seen by my eyes;
Understood only by my mind.
I am drawn to the stillness of your movement.
Changing but never progressing.
Perhaps it’s not invincible I feel, but noncompliance.
Why would I strive to live in this world-
If i know there is so much more.
More to the cycle of work and a daily dose of death.
As I inhale my uneasiness is put to rest.
Helping me to continue on this journey ahead.
Oh electric city when I close my eyes tonight,
I will pray for you to sleep.

“Look at her,” you utter, “I’d smack that.”
Why would such words be muttered-
“I’d smack that” like some show horse.
A strong pet to the back of the neck.
What a phrase to place a hand upon a face,
And it echoes for years to come:
                   SMACK!
Words spill forth, even through bruised lips.
I say that you’d be placed in her womb,
So you can be born into her world.
Thus, to see and hear yourself;
Hear from outside your contrived language.
Knowing now how, more then a hand, words
                   SMACK!
I hear the phrase, “I’d smack that,”
And shiver because of the grotesque picture.
Not only does she carry your offspring,
She is indeed a human being.
Part of Man, nay, rather Human-Kind.
Try her shoes on and see if you’d like a
                   SMACK!

You are the ocean breeze
Gives breath to tired lungs
So soft and sweet you swirl the sea
Place troubled minds to ease
And protects from the scorching sun

You are the crystal sand
Between toes and there remain
If today I travel, *****, or trod
You hold fast no matter where I land
Fine and light like grounded grain

You are the water’s wave
So beautiful to watch thee
By God’s hand greatly, gently guided
Mesmerized I become a slave
Each thunderous crash I guarantee
You pull me further out to sea
You are the ocean breeze

Thought is ******.
Freely thinking of anything.
In the safety of the mind,
One can be mad:
                                        A jealous fool,
                                        A lover,
                                        A ******,
                                        A murderer.
Anything he fancies.
The true self
That is hidden,
Often times behind our masks:
                                       A smile,
                                       A blank stare,
                                       A muscle contracting,
                                       A layer of skin.
The mask is so familiar;
It seems like truth,
Yet the knowledge of falsehood
Lie deep inside like:
                                      A root,
                                      An anchor,
                                      A burrow,
                                      A secret.
Deep down in the caverns
Of the body.
Once light shines,
We can see:
                                     A horror,  
                                     A misshaped,
                                     A disgusting,
                                     A vexing sight.
Lies and truths,
Mixed as if one.
The sight is unbearable,
So we keep it locked away:
                                     A convict,
                                     An enemy,
                                     A rat in trap,
                                     A prisoner.
The prison of
Our socially acceptable
Will destroy completely
Our true personality:
                                    A self,
                                    An image,
                                    An x-ray,
                                    A representative.
Tis dangerous, that our identity
Is safe within the confines
Of our mind freely thinking.
Because thought is ******.

In your mind a closet of mirrors,
Reflecting back the darkness.
The deep absences of your mind.
The mind is simply a mirror of your heart,
Darker than a stormy night.
Light is no where to be found,
For if it was it would reflect a shadow.
An outline of your feeble body,
On the verge of collapsing.
Yet this vision is hidden,
Within the blackness residing within.  
All can see the despair in your eyes,
Yet it is concealed from your sight.
Thus, you live lost within your darkness.

He is an Autumn shower, he loves me.
He is a Winter freeze, he loves me not.
I am his queen on the throne, he loves me.
I have no home but this dungeon, he loves me not.
Words fill my heart causing it to float, he loves me.
Words fill my heart poisoning it, he loves me not.
His voice speaks so soft in my ear, he loves me.
His lies spill so easily, he loves me not.
I always knew without doubt, he loves me.
Turns out to my dismay, he loves me not.