God loves you
always remember
through war
through famine
through genocide
it's all apart of the plan
and when your all done
you can sit on a cloud
and bask in his awesomeness
or possibly if you waver
burn in flame
but stay positive
your wrathfully loving god
has his eye on you.

He sits on a grand chair
With his wife to the right
And his bolts to the left

He rules the sky
The gods and the earth
He slew his predecessor
With a bit of help
From his broes

He Is Zeus

They stole it
Is what they say
Is it true
Ehh
It hardly matters
All that matters
Is how it shines
That crown on an unworthy head
It's just wrong
Or so they say.

On days with no work
It dripped not a drop
of spectral blood

It didn't drink
Light like a
Demons eye

If I held my ear
To the blade
I couldn't hear penitent pleas

I was rather disappointed
With the headsman ax
It could've been
A lumberjack's ax.

like an egg
on a frying pan
plus bugs buzzing

Light it's illuminating
And in my opinion
Overrated

Sure with out light
Everyone would be
Stumbling over desks
And cats

But on the pro side
No Sun burns.

And that
And that
Ooh and definitely that
Alas I cannot
I curse you God
All these shiny baubles
Catch my eye
I go in for one
And leave with six
It is just so wrong.

I don't trust you
they say I should
but I just can't
my shields are up
when your near
but I can't avoid you
or everyone will see
and i'll be the one
in the wrong
******.

They are bad people
Not troubled
Not less than perfect
Undeniably
Burn down an orphanage
Bad
And yet
They aren't totally unsympathetic
There methods are abhorrent
But there reasons are good
Nonetheless they must go.

There we are
bantering
chatting
discussing

when all of sudden

you start giving
me a look full of
***

And I realize
I no longer know
what were disscussin

So I start backtracking
but I know I've lost you.

Ages ago
In land long forgotten
Or possibly Britain
There was a king
Not a bad one
Just a touch
Overly fond of wealth
One day he got a gift
A shiny lamp
He rubbed it
And bam genie
he was allowed
One wish
And what did he wish for
Why the golden touch
He tested on his clothes
And the walls
He was quite pleased
And clapped in glee
then turned to a statue
Since he didn't wish
To be immune to his powers
Moral of the story
Just wish for gold
Golden touch is overrated.

More than a touch mad
Full of bugs and bile
the Oogie boogie man
A bag man of odd proportions
He hates Christmas cheer
And loves to cause woe
But worry not
For he has his weaknesses
His love of gambling
Will be his undoing.

Does a room of marsupials
perhaps in wigs
come to mind
well
don't feel bad
I thought the same.

It is in fact a trial
A trial you can't win.

You can't win
because its not really a trial

It's simply a show for the masses.

If I could travel through time
I might try to prove my theories about society
I might save knowledge lost to the ages
I might start an empire
I might start a religion
Or I might just go back
And find today's lotto numbers.

I have bad thoughts
I want them gone
But their terrible stains
Like grape soda
On a white suit
I have all sorts a chemicals
But they don't do the job
So I buy a tie
Get it just right
And pray no one sees it.

I remember you fondly
Though I probably shouldn't
When you were here
You were trouble
And had more
Than your share of flaws
But now that you're gone
All I remember are your pro's
Not your many con's
Even some that never were
I'm better off without you
But It doesn't feel like that.

you rushed through
and now your done

you may wish
for seconds or fifths
but you can't have them

So you must wait or work
for more

unless that really was the last for
ever

in which case your *******.

You look bad
Purple bruises
And a black eye
A sword through your chest
Gashes along your arms
How are you not dead
No matter what I do
You stay up
No matter what others do
You stay up
Why is that
Don't answer that
it was rhetorical
I don't care how
I'm gonna get a chainsaw.

Raised in a faithful land
I've heard the stories
And seen the (proof).

I have my doubts
so biased
so many versions
so many inconsistencies/

Yet still I believe
or at least
I don't reject it entirely

I tried
but
like that one song
that is impossibly catchy
my faith remains.

I like shiny things
If I could
I would bedazzle myself
With rubies and emeralds
Diamonds and sapphires
All real of course
If only I could
I would look so cool
At least In my opinion
But alas I haven't the funds
Or if I'm being honest
The courage
A suit of precious gems
Would receive so much
Undeserved mockery
I fear I couldn't stand it
How sad.

Holes in the skull
They hold so much
Lakes of fire
Wells of sadness
Pools of light
A challenge
An invitation
And none of its said aloud
It's just there.

I meant well
Honest
But I hurt them
All of them
So did they
We're walkers
On hell's road
Since apparently
Cars aren't for the dammed
I passed the way back
Miles ago
We're almost at the end
Even with all this cardio
I can't outrun my mistakes.

Surrounded by darkness
laying beneath the family roof
and drifting off to the land of counted sheep.

I find myself in a pleasant limbo
a place of quite and rest
after a day of this
and that.

I know soon
my eyes will close
and tomorrow will arrive.

I do not dread
the coming day
but this pleasant limbo
is something I treasure.

Be normal
Force down those ticks
If you can
If not
Hide

Is one way
To be
Of course
There are other ways

Are they better
Possibly
healthier and wiser
For those
Smarter or stronger

But once you have a way
That works
It's hard to find a new one.

Your trapped
You can kick
You can scream
But it's pointless
Cause your going nowhere
Probably

I suppose escape
Isn't impossible
Per say but it is
Quite unlikely

Sooo good luck
With that
Hahaha ha ha.

Truthfully I have none to offer

I have platitudes and quotes

what does it mean to be sage
I couldn't say

Wisdom is something gathered
but I've never been a collector

So where do you find sage wisdom
family/friends
medical professionals
auto mechanics

I really couldn't say
probably television.

I don't carry my home
and i'm more chartreuse
than green

Metaphorically though
I have some very turtlish
qualities

I retreat to my shell
when confronted
and i'm low on the food chain

I'm wary of those who fly
they might pick me up
only to drop me
and **** a tragedian

I hate lettuce
though so
do snapping turtles
eat meat

not important
so ah
**** turtles.

I'm weak
I struggle
To resist
But not very much

When I give in
My face is frowny
But I hide a smile

I feel shame
But not enough
To make me change

I look for solutions
That aren't too drastic
Even though that's
What I need

When the going
Gets tough
I take a nap