I looked away
For only a moment
And you were gone
Things had changed
It was all wrong
But I swear
I only looked away
For a moment.

Hiding in the dark
You can fly so high
But only when
No one is looking.

Quite thin skinned
And lacking in strength
A blank slate for us
To work with
Be careful though
They can still cut you
Not terribly badly
But still annoying
We can fix that.

Be not afraid
Poor creature
Of going to
The butcher's shop
You may lose
Bits and pieces
Of yourself
But
they Shall be
Quite useful
To the rest of us.

You should talk
To the moon
It's not very outspoken
And won't share much
But is a great listener
Plus you won't have
Any trouble looking it
In the eye.

the sun is here
throwing out
the dark
and bringing in
the light without
a thought to those
who prefer the night
I asked it to leave
and was ignored
no doubt today
it will glare.

some people
talk to themselves
no matter how many people
are actually in
the conversation.

All our hopes and fears
Rest on their shoulders
But they bear the weight
With a smirk and wave
The champions
Stalwart defenders
And grandiose fighters
They never falter
At least not
When there's an audience.

They don't change reality
But sometimes
They seem to.

It can be a strange
Thing that makes
So much less sense
Then what things
Appear to be
And sometimes
It's simply a great deal
Less palatable than a lie.

Somewhere in between
Heaven and hell
Is a place called earth
Where the devils
And the angels
Walk side by side
And can't always
Tell each other apart
It's an interesting place.

it's quite lovely
dancing in the moonlight
swaying with the breeze
such potential
for trouble or joy
for now it's caged
in a circle of stone
I should've brought
marshmallows.

this is actually
a way to deal
with forest fires
which is surprising
because often
when this is tried
in a metaphorical sense
you just get
third degrees burns.

Dam trees
And crooked paths
I've walked a few feet
But it feels like miles
The sun is obscured
And God knows where
The exit is
But I wander onward
Occasionally I see others
Most look like me
Lost
a few though
Seem well aware of
Where to go
Yay them.

you can't change them
if you tranquilized them
you could paint them
But it would just flake off
However people aren't leopards
they can change
sometimes
even for the better.

The futures in my
camera lens
it's rather bleak
covering up the present
the past can still be viewed
but it has this
rose shaded tint
and i'm all out
of lens cleaner.

sweet words get rewards
at least they do
when used at the right times
sometimes you need vinegar
rough words exist for a reason
fists can be a problem
sometimes you need them
but rarely perhaps never
and if raising them
is usually what you do first
then their's a problem.

person
stop doing that
that thing you do
I find it odious
It gets under my skin
It makes me think
of purifying fire
Why Why why
well
as I said
it annoys
no it offends me
my sensibilities/morals
are irritated
mind my own business
you say
ha ha ha
I can't.

I need to say
nothing
the words
are dancing
on my tongue
waiting to be said
but i can't
i just
can't
at least
not anywhere
they will be heard.

I don't care
With genuine feeling
What happens means nothing
They won't **** for apathy
They just won't help
They won't hunt you
In dark alleys
But they will
Turn a blind eye
When your brought down
They don't burn or simmer
Or even stew
They simply do not care
But they will when they
Become the hunted.

What inspires you
Pop culture
Society
Those swirling ghosts
That haunt your mind
Whatever it is
I hope you don't lose them
It can drive you crazy
when you have no words
Or maybe you should
If your draining out the toxins
Maybe one day
You won't have anything to write
And things will be all right
Maybe
Maybe not.

Your kinda hollow
I went to lean
And fell right through
What happened to you
I know you had more inside
Once upon a time
It was life
It was love
It was what what
that hollowed you out?

What does it mean
What is the point
I don't know
To each their own
I suppose the goal
Is simply survive
And try not
To make everyone else
Too miserable
Since that would decrease
Your odds of survival
Many enemies
Can make a short life.

Poor captain hook
He was but
A simple pirate
Looking for treasure
And he found nevernever
Now he is down a hand
And out of luck
Haunted by that flying
Puck.

Your totally prepared
To look like
Your prepared to do
What needs to be done
But we both know
When push comes to shove
Your confidence will shatter.

Up above the clouds
On my very own wings
I look in wonder at the sights
And sounds of civilization
It's lights burning in the night
It's quite interesting
But I wonder how this can be
Since I don't have wings
Then I wake up
Probably for the best
I would probably have flown
Into a wall.

It can be easy
to say
I forgive you
but that's only half
of the battle
the hard part
is meaning it
it's a fist
that just won't
unclench.

Family is great
They have your back
They pick you up
Their on your team
But do they have to be related
Why of course not
Family are those closest to you
Whether by blood or ink
Or whatever
Like lilo and stitch
Blood makes someone a relative
Ink can do the same
But what it means is up to you.

beware young soldier
danger lurks everywhere
the smallest of creatures
can **** the the unwary
of course
your armor is heavy
and if you wear it all the time
you may be too tired
for battle when it comes
even the strongest
fall before the sandman.

Everything was lovely
once upon a time
or so my mind claims
there was unpleasantness
but all that comes to mind
was such energetic fun
laughs and good times
wait
am I thinking of
the Brady bunch.

The shareholders
are quite peeved
you made promises
that appear quite empty
you've done this
kinda thing so often
I had to ask
these poor folk
why do you keep investing
you can't retrieve
what has been lost
but you can still flee
they shrugged and said
he has an honest face.

Making up for
what you have done
community service
apologies
things of that sort
like paying a bill
I have done this
so I will pay that
but are some crimes priceless
are some so wrong
that the theoretical penance
would be impossible to pay.

Standing tall
leaving us all in shadows
they are an impressive sight
fills some with awe
some with apathy
since they've seen
such people before
then some stew
with a foul sorta jealousy
and wonder
how many ax blows
would those giants need
to fall.

Take an idea
boil it down
and spread it around
it's done so readily
some forget the whole
and it makes you wonder
should you share knowledge
if you can share only a bit
they fill in the blanks
with whatever
and ruin everything
or twist it just enough
to make a mockery
the worst do it intentionally
most really just don't know.

fear of this
fear of that
fear of them
it spawns
the best tales of horror
even better than reality
which has
more often than not
such unexciting horrors.

A mold
for a monster
made of slime
to ooze
into proper form
when cracks appear
it flows into new
rather distressing shapes.

**** the noise
With your sweet motions
As a broken fingered man
Bangs on the drums
And a thin violinist
Strums away
Forget the world
Forget the woe
There is only the motion
Hopefully no one
Brought a camera.

An invisible cloud
Sweeps into town
Without word
It sets to work
Infecting the townsfolk
with a particularly devious
Set of germs
Better close your doors
Better call the cdc
Cause prayer
Won't cure it
And fire only slows it
When the plague
Comes to town
The people tend
To panic
So better not be odd
You'll be the first
To see blame at your door.

Your type
Is seen everywhere
Though no can prove it
A tough hide
And a fondness
For burning things
To the ground
I wouldn't wish
To get in your way.

Their beautiful
And terrifying
Those rocks
In your skull
Everything goes in
And nothing comes out
They weren't always there
Once they were softer.

*******
knocking down
some one else
just for jollies
possibly to work out
internal frustrations
i'd say karma
or the people
will get you back
for this behavior
but it never stopped you before
why should it now.

Look at a painting
Perhaps the Mona Lisa
What is the most important part
The famous smile
The paintings frame
The paintings price
No you see
It doesn't have
A most important part
At least not to me
Every part is needed to make it
The painting that it is
Though of course others
Might well say something else
They'll say the smile
Or the price
Or something else
They may not be wrong
But that's how opinion goes.

Some things need doing
Even if it means
Burning bridges
With your kin
The reason
May be love
It may be war
Just make sure
It's worth it.

I swear
You are programmed
To know the way
A GPS in your head
To show you what to do
You may not be the strongest
The wisest
Or the kindest
But God dam do you
Know the way home.

Slam your head
Against the issue
That will solve it
Unless of course
It's somehow harder
Than your head
Then all you'll have
Is a cracked skull
And an unimpressed audience.

To every beginning
There is an end
And to every end
There is a beginning
Presumably there's a bit
In the middle for both
That's the important thing
Everything you do
After your born
And everything important
You do before you die
Admittedly some people
Are different and their deaths
Are more of an event
Than their lives could ever be.

A curse
A blessing
A simple rush of hormones
All these and more
Are descriptions of love
A simply obscenely complex topic
The most popular of topics
Among artists of all kinds
From Shakespeare
To johnny cash
To well half the poets
On this site
I wonder if any one
Can truly do it justice
Such a powerful thing
That has lead people
To ruin and bliss
Can we really capture it
With words or paint.

A great big reminder
Of what has occurred
If you were gone
They might forget
Though most likely
They'd just hunt you down
even if your path
Takes them to hell.

Leadership
Clearly isn't for you
And a loner
You surely aren't
Where are you going
You trust someone else
To know
Of course if you did
Strike out on your own
Odds are
You'd be eviscerated.

They are waiting
For you to be done
Then they'll swoop in
With eager faces
To crack you open
And devour
What you have inside
And when they're done
The last bits of you
Will be thrown away.