Awake and Aware
You're something
special
if you can be special
among the multitude
you could just be
which isn't a bad thing
nothing so common
could be that bad.

So very complex
hormones
and loving glances
roses and all that
what is best
might well be desired least
and sometimes the best
is destroyed
ah well
at the very least
I hope you end up
with someone
who won't break you.

it's busy
haunting someone else
so i'm afraid
I simply have
no pep in my step
not much swagger
either but that's
due to my shoes
good for the spine
bad for the swag.

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

get with the times
you're ideas
out of another age
will get you
only scorn
unless you're dealing
with weirdos that
are in to retro things.

depends on where you stand
some people never know
where to stand
the signs they say
are written in hieroglyphs
they tend to step on toes
and run into each other.

I can't tell
what that gleam
in your eye means
is it madness
or all a joke
I have asked
and your answer
was less than inspiring
times like this
I wonder why I stay
probably curiosity.

Things keep breaking
things keep falling
and I fear
I am to blame
making poor choices
and saying
the wrong things
I fear
i'm just
too much the fool.

strip away civilization
and your neighbors
become monsters
who hunt the weak
and let might
make right
you really
don't want to be
at the bottom
of this heap.

A pirouette on the moon
and foxtrot with Jupiter
dancing with the stars
a peculiar experience
one I won't get to see
probably for the best
I hear mars has two left feet
and anyway
How would you breath
in space.

the world goes on
as you shatter
no matter why
the sun follows its course
so get it together
pick up the pieces
and put yourself back together
not for the apathetic world
but for yourself.

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

people make
for bad statistics
statistically speaking
you will all do
such and such
and most of you
feel this or that
but the percentage
that will not is
pretty dam high
yet we tend to operate
under the assumption
that the numbers
in our heads
are all there are
that what is
is so simple
but so often
it isn't.

It shines
like the road
to the promised land
but it's just a conveyor belt
built attract the naive
the end of the road
is a very rusted town
you may not be able
to ever leave.

talking just
to quiet the silence
is rather aggravating
at least to some
others disagree
they feel that silence
is rather distressing
and words are good
for any occasion
or even no occasion.

Moving ever forward
So far as we can tell
Each moment
Is worth as much
As you make it
Your seconds
can't be replaced
So I would say
treasure each moment
But realistically
You'll probably
Have a lot of moments
I'd be hard to treasure them all
Especially the sucky ones
But do what you can.

Their tiny and red
those *******
hate filled
cherry tomatoes.

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.

To be honest
I don't think
we will ever meet again
at least not in this world
perhaps in the next
if there is an eternity
to wander about
we'll stumble upon each other
not sure what I would say
or what you might
which of course is why
I don't just
look for you here.

You could walk
For miles
Till your feet bleed
In fact
And find
You're still in
The same
Dam town

Especially if
You walk slowly
And have the wrong shoes
Proper footwear both
Metaphorically
And
Literally
Is very important.

Aggravating

be you
you know
if you are pleasant
and you know
who you are

be me
if you can
at least be like me
we can all get along

so aggravating
be useful if nothing else
you might last longer.

So I call her girl
She has many chores
To keep her world
In the right order
She isn't my favorite
Creature
Even though
She is one of the few
I truly know
I think one day
She'll disappear
To where she'll go
I couldn't say

Love tis like a brick
You aught not
Bludgeon someone
With it
But instead
Use it to build.

They say
If you don't
Love yourself
You can't truly love
Another person
Which is a problem
If you have
A small heart
If you really try
You might fit one
But two well
That just won't work
So it's you or me.

My bad
sorry
words so hollow
even if you mean it
what's done is done
will they seek recompense
we can start a feud
can always run
how far is far enough
hope I know it
when I see it.

madness and power
bound in gold
a wish for safety was made
they are too far gone to suffer
probably not what they meant.

Just lie down here
Let me get my scalpel
And we'll begin
I have reason to believe
That all the answers
That I want
Are within you
Your lead line soul
Is quite tough
But with the right tools
I know I will
Begin to understand
And don't worry
This will only hurt
A bit ish.

By the book
society should flow
if it doesn't
when
it doesn't
someone has to correct it.

I will be
An accomplice
To your long
And drawn out
Suicide

I realize
How unhealthy
That sounds
But the alternative
Is so much worse

I think

my mother always told me
if you want to be
A good father
watch Steve martin.

I fear
That I can't take
A photograph
With you
It's nothing personal
But you see
Cameras steal
A bit of your soul
Every snap
Of the lens
Removes a smidge
Of your immortal essence
And what with
My already meager
Amount of soul
I simply can't afford
To take a picture
With you.

pain and suffering
on the stage
i'm no sadist
but I dare say
it is quite riveting
is that so wrong
it's not even real
well not for me.

A hand light as air
was placed
upon my shoulder
not weighed down
with feeling
simply coerced by tradition
that hand did not
belong to an actor.

So and So Time
Where the people suffered
war famine and plague
worse than the usual
they had no cellphones.

In the belief
that I was a phoenix
I let myself burn
I knew
that if  I could be reborn
I would do things right
I made ash of myself
for a second chance
probably should have done more
with my first one.

Do we have one
A screen
Right in front
We just can't see
With someone
Lurking behind it
Enjoying popcorn
And our lives?

A sea with
No blue
In the plains
The grass sways
Keep the insects
From our view
It might be pretty
To add a dash
Of redish orange Flames.

Tiny threads
Deep inside
Keep the creature
From falling to pieces
When stretched taut
Those threads
Can be played
Like a harp.

A fist
is no gavel
slamming the ground
crying out proclamations
no one need heed
wasted time
making a spectacle
you can be a YouTube star
for a bit.

Chop chop
And cut and dice
So much fun
Can be had
With naught
But a cutting edge
And some easily
Sliced material
Unless your against
A mess because
For sure
There will be
Confetti.

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.

Face down in the street
Was it because
Of drink
Or maybe you just
don't care where you are
They'll haul you away
If you have a poor excuse
But maybe the cells
Are mostly empty
And you can get
Some rest.

I'd like to find
a special land
where everything
is just
a little quieter
where the residents
aren't so chaotic
a place preferably
within walking distance
all I can think of
is a monastery
or asylum.

forever feels
like an hour
with nothing to do
but twitch and think.

Night has fallen
in this wilderness
the moon is hiding
The stars seem dim
the fire is out
wolves are baying
the other prey
is hiding

fortunately
on the horizon
is a light

not swooping firefly's
but an oddly bright
porch light
not exactly sunshine
but it will do
to guide me home
take that mother nature.

A photo of a group
friends in the summer
I didn't know
you had Photoshop
way back when
for surely these summer friends
aren't the foes I see today.

black pool
pull me down
fill my hollow chamber's
with something
words would be nice
good ones please
I would sacrifice my mind
at the inkwell alter
if only I could find
the right guide.

I was going
to say something profound
but I forgot it
something about life
and how not
to live in bitterness
to forgive or at least forget
I wish I could remember it.