Who cares
I do
and who cares
about you
I do
it will have to do.

A Scarlet Letter
or something
less obvious
A mark against you
that you know
they will notice
and they will
condemn you.

I walk the line
My line specifically
When that line
Went over the edge
I followed
Cause it was
My line.

Hop on a schooner
and depart
this accursed ground
I saw an old map
that said there be dragons
I couldn't find them
on google maps
so I will discover them
I might need
A few sailing classes first.

Literally anything
limited only
by your imagination
and maybe
your good taste
but ******
I find myself writing
the same thing
again and again.
maybe because
I've yet to say it right.

who placed these threads
in my line of sight
innatentive
greedy folks
murderous folks
or madness
could I pull them apart
or would my fingers
just slide through
the illusion.

Because I need
To know
The answers
Were varied
Based on feeling
Based on logic
All funneled
Through
Human fallibility
I'll ask again later
Maybe
With so many answers
I can find the truth.

Crazed chuckles
almost drown out
the whole
absurd situation
but not quite
soon the grin
will fade
and tears shall fall
but not today
probably.

Light
hope
maybe
maybe just
a dull glow
that burns
fools so.

Important issues
require eloquent speakers
people who can
rouse the crowd
or calm it down
people who know
how things should be
but they're all talking
about other things
should I say something
i'd probably be ignored
possibly for the best.

I can't honestly say
I know how things
should be
I could lie
But you know me
Just well enough
To see through that
but for comforts sake
We could pretend.

it makes sense
in the present
and less and less
the more hindsight
it receives.

A Misuse of nature
the tall oak
up on the hill
With strong branches
a place to hang out
with the crows
at least
they didn't do it
here in town.

Say the right thing
which was what again
good morning is a good start
but
that is too
cheerful
i'm not here by choice
can I complain
that would be natural
No normal people are polite.

Observing
the fast food crowd
A Harried mother
with crazed kids
A geeky dad
with one shy child
A youngish man
with a face full of ink
A young woman
just here for water
and an old couple
they seem happy
the list could go on
A full crowd with little
to nothing to do with each other
I'd like to read their minds.

Keep your eye
On the prize
So simple
Oddly difficult
Dam it.

Slim new ones
Crawl along
The fragile being
Old ones expand
As days progress
Seems ready to shatter
Any day now
I'd wager.

Sunny coward
so happy
in your space
one day
one
day
nothing
muttering
threats to Ra
tempting fate
or just a sign
of
quirkiness.

the world
appears to be paused
the streets are empty
silence is in control
A storm is coming
something wild
dangerous
but
beautiful
in its way.

one dimensional
at least
from my perspective
and honestly
do I need
more than that?

build them up
knock them down
you can build
whatever you can imagine
and you have
the skill to build
kinda frustrating
so many pieces
maybe just a wall.

All that's needed
just keep from drowning
or do we need more
something to spice up life
thats probably why
we have gods and toys
what would we have
if we threw those away
each other
A scary thought
some disagree
but they might be crazy.

they did
albeit
not much of one
they got bored
so they found
another fight
it happens
maybe next time
will be different..

I made a mistake
So I erased it all
And rewrote it
But I made a mistake
So I erased everything
And I drew it all again
But
I
Made
A mistake
So I put my pen down
Crumpled up
The nonsense
And cursed my muse

A lot of things
all of which
can be ignored
a lot of which
should
be ignored
and some things
that people say
are quite important
and are probably
worth
remembering.

here lies
someone
maybe someone
who was lost
maybe one
who was hidden
now just bones
no tears were called for
It was just a number
in the end.

Took a nap
to while away
the dull day
only to wake
after one hundred years
A long nap indeed
he found the world
to be a strange place
not really his place
from what I've heard
he would feel the same
had he been awake.

SPEAK UP ******
you quiet down
I speak
at a reasonable decibel
everyone else
is just too used
to yelling
probably.

The wind whistles
through the hole
in the center
of your chest
kind of annoying
maybe you can fill it
with Someone else's heart.

Like ever
What to do
When
Armageddon Arrives
Loot
******
Spend the day
With family
Just read a book
I don't know
If it happens
I'll think of something.

I asked the devil
What will this
Get me
He said
Anything
On the bottom shelf.

Good enough
I guess
It's in their eyes
they expected better
and they didn't
expect much
stupid mirrors.

A mixed tape of my
least favorite people
plays in my head
saying things
I find far
too logical.

Dam you
Impulse control
You **** at your job
My fingers get twitchy
When option to buy appears
Ah capitalism
You have
My heart and soul.

it won't tell you
how to be
it simply expects
you to know it
naturaly
and it may
knock you around
if you find
a way other
than the expected.

What string of words
Resonates with the crowd
What dab of ink
Sends your mind
To the right places
I never know
But I'd like to.

I'm still looking
for the trail of yarn
to find my way
in this dam labyrinth
I hope the Minotaur
doesn't find me first.

Beware those
who tell you
to rid yourself
of worldly possessions
while wearing
Armani suits.

I hope everyone
Has such a place
Or thing
Something
To defend against
The madness
That would cut through
The strings
That keep you
In one piece.

Oh spider
teach me cunning
so they never
get the best of me
and teach me how
to laugh away pain
when they do any way.

Decapitate me
if it please you
I will survive
what need have I
of knowledge
when I have magic
I challenge you
to rigged games
alls fair in what
I declare.

Some things
go with out saying
or so it's said
and so occasionally
something everyone knows
is forgotten since all any knows
is that they should already know it.

Mania trapped
in a stuffed animal
and madness leaks out
seems an odd place
to find such things
but it's more common
than you might think.

A vault full of history
with haphazard security
they lose stuff and let things
get switched out for fakes
If this weren't a metaphor
i'd suggest replacing them
with a kid with a stick

health in a jar
or words
maybe wine
lots of wounds
lots of remedys
nothing works
for everything
but laughter and time
usually help
to some extent.

Granite figure
you have no words
you could absorb mine
just for a time
no one else need be
subjected to my monologue
and perhaps
i'll find peace.

The innocence of youth
which isn't always kept
in the hands of the young
it can be held in aged hands
though everyone wonders
how it can be
perhaps sought after
in the belief that
ignorance is bliss.

We fend off the dark
With artificial light
since the real stuff
is finite.

notes caught inside
opened from time to time
to beguile passerby's
I bet it would go well
with a ballerina figurine.

Paranoia inducing
thuds echo
through the walls
they're right behind
according to the sounds
evidently not
claim my eyes
dam rice paper walls.