Thinking on his mighty works and despairing
I'm force to admit
to fear.

Specifically the fear of the eroding power of time
No matter how great one becomes
eventually
their impression will fade.

the greater you are the longer you last
but at some point all that is left is
a once grand work that is now just a mystery

But even before that you may find
your impression is all that is remembered
not you
just your outline one that can be shaped to
fit another's ideals or goals

but we small folk will never reach even those heights
the average joes and janes
their actions when in a mass can be great
but the individual is not.

And when all is said and done all that is left is time
through empires and dynastys
through dinosaurs and cave folk
through planets and stars
all that remains unchanged is time.

The social tango
an important skill
in almost all
walks of life
alcohol can help
you fake it but
only for a time
in the end
you either got it
or not.

it's poetry
speak from the heart
but all my heart says
is grumble
grumble
grumble
so where do
my words come from
what I've seen
what I've heard
mostly it's what I think
which is marginally better
than grumble
grumble
grumble
in my opinion.

Adorable
Take you
Place you
Prop you up
Snap that
We can all
Go aah
What do you
Think of that.

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.

I would be
A better me
if I knew how
and didn't hate change
and I was someone else
Truthfully
I'd prefer it if the world
did the changing.

My sight is obstructed
By corn
I see future popcorn
As far as the eye can see
I know there almost
Certainly aren't
Sickle Wielding kids in there
But I'm still going around
Just to be safe.

Yes so
So what
A look askance
Am I really asking
Anything
Or am I just
Using a question mark
Inappropriately?

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.

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

A river I love
Despite never going to Egypt
I live on the river denial
I denial so much
I denied reality
I denied sorrow
It has helped
A great deal
Or so I like to claim

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.

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.

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.

What's the sound
Of reality fading
In and out
I think it
Should be woosh
Like electric doors
I'm out I'm in
I'm in I'm out
Nightmare landscapes
And gum drop forests
Then grey walls
And a feeling of
Impending doom
I'm out
I'm something.

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.

New news
Is worthless
If it's dull
Old news
Is relevant
If it sells
Lies are timeless
Half truths to
Sell them
Hot off the presses
Into the eager hands
Of the now misinformed.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

I have no name
and have thus
been dubbed
nameless
occasionally sir
sometimes bud or honey
nouns of vague description
for a vague guy.

Should a tongue
leave burn marks
it's funny
what a mouth full of venom
can do to a person
maybe not funny
intriguing
at times distressing.
certainly painful.

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.

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

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.

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.

It sometimes rains down
A revealing corruption
that burns away all sorts
of natural things
it may appear over you
you'll need a tough umbrella.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

quite handsome
with a bouquet
for all the ladys
and some of the men
most are overjoyed
to hear you're
heading to town
chasing away lady winter
especially if they have
no allergy's or memory
of those pyro tendencies
you possess.

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.

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.

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

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.