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.

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.

Stacks on Stacks
of aluminum cans
empty now of even dregs
could bury a lot of things
under that light weight.

I've heard of you
So cold at first
Then so warm
Then so nothing
In young hearts
You bring to mind
White snowfall
Hot cocoa and angels
To the more learned
You bring drunks
Frozen on the sidewalk
And grey glompy slush
So many dread you
But I'm happy
To think you're about.

******* your so high
and very big
yet so small
you know comparatively
I can reach you
in a metal bird
and surpass you
in a rocket
but only for a time
eventually I return
to my proper place
while you remain
up there
****.

Okay you're done
You passed my test
Yes indeed
I wanted to know
If you fit my definition
Of
Good people
And you do
So now
You get to be
My pal
Perhaps even
A confidante
Aren't you proud.

You have it right
cause in the end
it's the most important thing
when everyone else
is being too human
you can rest assured
that you're better
no matter your actions.

Hey Yoric
do you
know more
than me
does your being
headless provide
you with knowledge
unknown to me
I know weird question
but your unique perspective
Won't last forever
so i feel i should ask now
there may not be another chance.

Training at the feet
of the experienced knights
so one day you
can be a hero
it should be simple
rescue the damsel
fight the dragon
and one day
you'll teach a squire
of your own
but it isn't like that
all your mentors
say different things
the damsel may not exist
and dragons are just
the most obvious threats.

If you ran
Into a burning building
All heroic and such
You would expect
Those who could
To go along with you
To take your hand
And flee
But sometimes
They won't
They bury themselves
In burning timber
And if you stay
You could burn to.

I take issue
With those
Who tell me
What to do
Which no one knows
Since I'm too polite
To mention it
I Just keep it
To myself
And one
Poetry site.

Insanity as I've been told
is doing
the same dam thing
over
and
over
and
over
and expecting something
different
not sure if that's
a clinical diagnoses
but if so
I guess humanity
is insane.

so what does it matter
what we do
one day we'll wake
and find
and find
something
heaven
one engineered
by humans
or a god
mayhaps
we'll just stay in bed
warm blankets
always brought more comfort
to me at least
than the claims of prophets.

Your wild
outa control
but don't worry
we'll civilize ya
make you
right and proper
whatever that means today.

Is it better
to rule in hell
or serve in heaven
maybe rule in hell
but it already has a king
and a long line of successors
i'll just be a lazy servant.

I was always
a bit overeager
at answering questions
I just
wanted to make sure
everyone knew
I wasn't totally clueless.

A great big reminder
Of what has occurred
If you were gone
They might forget
Though most likely
They'd just hunt you down
even if your path
Takes them to hell.

No meaning
except what we choose
so do as you will
let chaos rain
but rain always ends
order will be imposed
at least as much order
as can ever be
a new meaning will come
perhaps something nicer
maybe the sun will explode
I never know.

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.

A lie
there is no
dignity in death
whether you die
on your back
or on your feet
you rot the same
but hopefully
it will bring peace
if nothing else.

how you change
by and large
is bit by bit
you are what you are
till you are something new
maybe you can feel it
maybe you need a mirror.

for a second there
everything was a tiny thing
easy to understand
but only for a moment
I think
honestly the memory
is rather hazy
probably a delusion.

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.

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.

Except when it doesn't
when you draw life
as it should be
not as it is
and we try
to make it reality.

People
They do
People things
For people reasons
It's a mix
Of animal instinct
And enlightened notions
So surprising and yet
So very typical
They do change
But not fast enough
To keep up
With their tech
Or so it seems
to at least
one person.

don't stumble through them
and don't just stand there
try to know everything
maybe write a will.

Happily ever after

then what

nothing eternal joy

so they died

No no
I just wanted the story
to end in good spirits
if you must know
they lived more or less
happily ever after then they died
their kids did much the same.

Tore down the banners
set fire to streamers
I was certain that behind
all the gaudy decor
was
was something more
all I found was a wall
it was something
but nothing much.

Chilly day
Still I sweat
Under that
Heat lamp gaze
I never tan
Just burn
But still so cold.

An invisible cloud
Sweeps into town
Without word
It sets to work
Infecting the townsfolk
with a particularly devious
Set of germs
Better close your doors
Better call the cdc
Cause prayer
Won't cure it
And fire only slows it
When the plague
Comes to town
The people tend
To panic
So better not be odd
You'll be the first
To see blame at your door.

Oh time
You willful thing
No body controls you
We simply try
To keep an eye
Out for you
You move too fast
You move too slow
For our tastes
But I don't suppose
You care
I wonder will we ever
Discover how to control you
Is that just a Sci fi pipe dream
Well we can't today
Maybe tomorrow
It always seems
That cool things
Are happening tomorrow.

Under which
I wish to crawl
Has it been stolen
Or did I throw it away
I'd beg to get it back
but who to.

put words together
till you find
the right thing
to say
bad form
perhaps
but
to each
their own
I suppose.

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.

Every one has desires
Every one has needs
Most needs are the same
Desires though
Now theirs the thing
Strange and unorthodox
In your eyes
Is so pedestrian
To another
Can we say
To each their own
When some truly care
I suppose some aren't important
The majority of course
Are really the ones
Power in numbers hmm
No no they have their ways
But the opinion that matters most
Is the one with the most silver tongue.

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

The cup runeth over
With self loathing
With regret
With hate
And dear creature
I fear there is no room
For even a drop
Of anything else.

Winter is on the horizon
Soon you'll worry
About being frozen
The day's are growing dark
The jackets are coming out
A good time for cocoa
Snow peoples and frost bite
Best of all the bugs
And the bears will be
By and large asleep.

I'm no
entomologist
so I don't know
if you have veins
but if you do
treachery runs
in them at least
according to the stories.

watching you bleed out
is so much less
than I expected
like watery paint
sliding down
A portrait
your last gasps
sound fake
and unrehearsed
I hope you have
an understudy
cause your
out of the show.

I'm gonna lose
Are my words
At the start
How surprising
Are words I will
Sneer in the end
I'm a psychic
Nah
I'm just a defeatist.

The loop
is a crazy room
so many floors
that look one way
and are another
unfair really
the architect is crazy
it often seems
could just be natural.

It all makes sense
Right is has to
It's all ones
And zeroes
Yet it feels
Like this
Weird kinda magic
With hackers
That jump out a
Nowhere.

As I hang
above a pit
full of the laughter
of all those I hate
I curse myself
for never
working out.

I disliked them all
I hated one or two
It wasn't personal
And they never knew
And I'm out now
So I guess
It doesn't matter
But I'm dwelling
On those lovely school days
When I was much younger
So much yelling
So much hate
It made for a poor
Learning environment
Then I got
To public school
Those weren't much better
I was a half hearted student
Who pretended to care
That was the game
Pretend your learning
All you need to know
And you'll pass
I wasn't bullied
Nor did I bully anyone
But the system still stung
I don't know why
But now I'm out
So I guess
It doesn't matter.

It lowers slowly
making you bend
it never stops
the strongest falter eventually
the weak just bow faster
there is no reprieve
no loophole to abuse
a timeless process
some call life.

It's not *******
In case you were wondering
No this is love
familial or otherwise
That is just too much
They care
They care a lot
And there is no where to run
too little love and affection
Can make people crazy
But this kind will
Make you wish
For a place to hide.