The world is ending
said the man
at the register
the signs are clear
Armageddon is nigh.

cool
cash or credit
asked the bored clerk.

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.

Whatever you do
There will always
Be someone better
Than you
Some hear this
And decide
Never to try
Others
Simply
Take that as a challenge.

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.

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

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.

I'm not exact
so rather
than go under
i'll go over
it might
be a touch
dramatic
but
the viewing audience
loves drama
so that's okay.

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.

they closed the library
because of you
so I had to dine
with the creatures
I don't know
who you were
but I know
how you left.

Such loyalty
you pledge yourself
You debase yourself
You don't falter
for your sake
I hope
your master cares.

Readem and weep
The comment section
Full of genuine critique
And just so much hate
Is this what people are
When no is looking
Is someone I like
Writing these and then
Pretending they never would
Is this just the danger
Of no one being accountable.

Serene as the seas rise
pleasantly detached
as i'm swept away
be a shame to wake up
just in time to drown.

I will stare at your nose
When I'm talking to you
Unlike your eyes
It doesn't show
A fun house version
Of myself.

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.

Or the highway
Or the secret tunnel
Or the alley way
The yellow brick road
There's a lot of ways
Truth be told
To get where
we are going
The place all
find themselves eventually
The great state
of confusion.

Tick Tock Tick Tock
yes I know
your always moving
I hear you passing
So slowly when i'm glum
and a dead run when
things are good
each tick tock
is so precocious
and that dam clock
won't let you forget it.

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

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.

Roll the dice
and pull the lever
make a wager
you may win
but probably not
the deck is stacked
and the house
usually wins
but in theory
you could succeed.

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.

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

A time of change
one second we're there
one second more
and we're somewhere new
it might look the same
right now
but trust me
everything is different.

If some day
I should have
Kids of my own
I'll tell him/her
/them
The same thing
My mother
Always told me
I won't inject
Your insulin.

I would nibble
on your skull
but
only a little.

you've wandered
into the wrong realm
her majesty is irate
and your family
is quite worried
perhaps
some tea will help
or maybe an
occasionally invisible cat.

I love you
like a brother
when all is well
when all goes wrong
I have trouble
remembering your name.

We love to say
Never again
We promise
Ourselves
At the end of each
Hand crafted horror
That never again
Will we allow
This to happen
Too bad
We kinda ****
At keeping those
Promises.

The faces fly by
As I drive by
Their words
Don't reach me
The faces so varied
But what do they matter
Existing only in my memory .

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.

look at them
they're the staring post
built to take all the glares
i'm sorry if
your new designation
is not to your liking
I don't make the rules
I just look along
with the crowd.

If you ask me
I say it's a new day
Some would say
It's still yesterday
No you see
Twelve has come
Twelve has gone
A new day is here
Perhaps
It will be pleasant.

Go to sleep
Don't get up
I would if I could
But your bad vibes
Keep me here
In the rocky land
Of consciousness
Yes your bad vibes
Your Ill will for me
It's totes unjustified
And really loud.

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.

Empty to start
it will soon hold
all sorts of goodies
or maybe just
the bare essentials
carrying only
what is needed
or at least
what we think
is needed.

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.

Just let yourself fall
into my numbing eyes
all is well calm blue oceans
allow my monotone
to carry you
to fields of apathy
you may not feel happy
but you won't feel bad.

You see
The weight of the world
Was precariously perched
On Atlas's shoulders
If he were to shrug
The world would fall
Which while leaving Atlas
A great deal lighter
Would also depress him
To no end.

you're the ruler
of all you see
of course
all you see
is sand and rock
and if you squint
maybe a scorpion
but hey
at least the rock
doesn't rule you
not that it could
it's much too meek..

polite faces
crisp people
the right sort
for most occasions
a shallow appraisal
but so long as that mask
stays in place
we'll embrace you.

I had a staring contest
With an inanimate object
If i won
I would go on with my day
Happy and free
like a butterfly
If it won I'd consume it
And be filled with regret
I lost but it's dead
So really who won?

that didn't help
admitting the truth
things aren't worse
but they aren't better
maybe they will be
someday in the future
unfortunately
patience
isn't my virtue.

They haunt me
Those rage filled
Sockets
I wonder
What caused it
Or who
Can they be calmed
Would vengeance
Be the fix
Or is anger
And hate
all That's left.

It's too bad
that they exist
as if people weren't
dangerous enough
with just sticks and stones
recall them all as if
they're here
in tiny hands
in determined hands
and in shaky hands
they're here.

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.

worth so much
and still worthless
since it won't pump
an ounce of blood.

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's true
Some things
Are so obvious
They are all
But invisible.

people are tough
and yet soft
were all literally
made of the same stuff
yet some seem like iron
while others could well
be made from cloth
life and nature
probably drink
when they craft us.