love is artificial;
a synthetic drug everyone
craves, although it seems to
always be out of reach.
love is bland;
where are the sparks?
I feel this immutable nothing
with hands laced
in the hands of others,
containing nothing but time between.
I am uninspired
and unexplainably tired
as I mutter each soft spoken breath,
time is slipping through  
as each fictitious word is withdrew,
and I stand alone
uninspired
and inevitably
out of use.

At the break of silence
I hear unnatural buzzes
And man-made whims,
Bystanders making their human sound.
Earth seems to be constantly
Screaming belts of agony
And subsiding tender yelps
Of baby, systematic shrieks.
Simply, the world is still
And tender
And subconsciously
Silent.
It is not but the
Humans and man-made
Everything corrupting the earth,
Disrupting the silent, peaceful
Realm.
There are moments of pure silence
That make the bustling humans wonder
If anyone, or anything is among them.
It is not until shattering sounds
Break the natural sweetness
And leave us
Begging for silence
That we realize the earth
Is fragile
And utterly shy.

have a seat and see these majestic creatures
reduced to only a beastly feature
they follow the lead of the keepers
freedom will never be their teacher

Somewhere slightly over yonder
I have a new man, Only fonder.
Apathetic and appropriately somber,
Hands that hold mine, only longer.

Crowds of faces calling encore
To sullen faces sometimes pondered;
I see this place over yonder and
It is there I wish to wander.

There’s a girl
I wonder what she thinks about
I think she thinks about me sometimes
How incredible to think
That I could occupy some small corner
Of a vast consciousness so different from my own
How elusive and carefree she is
I’m somewhere in there
Tucked away

Ephemeral my sleep
My mind: obsolete
So sad my sorrow,
So soft my weep.
Roof-top sitting
Absorbed in heavens lid,
Constellations screamed but
I failed to hear what they said.
My heart so bleak,
So gentle the sweep
Of earth's tender beat
Beneath my feet.
Shackled down I hide
Face's frown
Beneath eyes
With dubious, thin hands
That eternally
Lie.