the end is nigh
maybe the worlds
definitely the years
A celebration is in order
wine is needed
we survived
if nothing else
call the party planner.

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.

Late to the party
Arguably
fashionably so
what lies on the horizon
the same old woe
claims the cynic in me
in me
the cynic I am
the optimist I try to be
might claim otherwise
the optimist i try to be
Do I really want to be
Could be fun
A change of pace
The Optimist I try to be
might say
so long as you're alive
things can change for the better.

Ow
They walk
On top of you
In single file lines
You could stop them
You could prove
You aren't a sidewalk
But you'd have to speak up.

You might
Fall into the clouds
If you have no anchor
For most
All you need
Is your physical shell
The needs of the body
To keep you in check
But some
Need something more
Perhaps some one
To remind them why
The earth isn't so bad.

And that
And that
Ooh and definitely that
Alas I cannot
I curse you God
All these shiny baubles
Catch my eye
I go in for one
And leave with six
It is just so wrong.

I have
A toxic little bottle
I wish to serve you
possibly with tea
to mask the taste
it will **** you
but so slowly
the difference
is nigh unnoticeable
if you don't
I won't just
slip it into your drink
when you aren't looking.

follow us please
we will leave
this place
and make a nest
somewhere better
That Place will be heaven
a physical location
this place
could have been
if not for our kind.

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

no waiting
just volunteers
expecting more
I got a participation button
maybe they should
have put out food.

All your good days
earn you ill ones
with compound interest
or so it seems
when it starts to rain.

Not excessively
realistic
what good are names
when they are ironic
they're good for a laugh
the first time anyway.

Are you just writing
the same thing over and over
like you're possessed
tell your ghost story
and free yourself of
mad repetitive scrbbling
if you can
it may be even you
do not know what
you truly wish to say
and every attempt
drives the truth farther away
A shame.

I wonder
about the people
who will see
the last sunset
will they be
much like us
so far in the future
will they be proud
of the show they put on.

If you're quiet
people tend to forget
that you're around
which is cool
if you like
to hear gossip
otherwise it's
kinda depressing
and often
annoying.

Why do they
jump ship
we aren't sinking
I mean
the deck is messy
and the brig
is a touch crammed
but still?

my bad
I fritter my time away
with my head
buried in the sand
looking for clouds.

stubborn soul
keeping your smile
as the grinder try's
to take it off
you must
have been forged
out of some tough stuff.

What come next
When your race
Has been run
Is it nothing
Is it clouds
Is it another life
I don't know
Many say one thing
Many say another
Some possibly the wisest
Say don't worry
Your living focus on that
Which is advice I wish
That I could follow.

Your life
was a threat
not threatening
by existing
but the idea
of having you're life
was a warning
would you be defensive
would you just shrug
would you turn things around
would you could you.

fly indeed
fly all around
then you land
and crawl
towards dessert
too far away to stop
agh dam little fly feet
all up in my cake.

The worst lies
are the ones
we believe even though
we know there false
the lies we want
to be true
the lies we need
to be true
the ones that
when uncovered
leave the world
just a little bit darker.

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.

It was gold
and full of nice things
but I was immaterial
all I could do was look
as the demons played
with what should have been mine

click clack
fingers on the keys
like hooves on cobblestones
but this is for me
not a passenger
i'm fairly certain.

As I look to the audience
and tell them my plan
I pray
that you really
can't hear me
if you could
i'd be quite the fool.

Cosmic forces
rarely bother
to ***** their hands
bending the minds
of earth dwellers
I would assume
more than enough humans
happy to do it for them.

It was disturbing
the world is big
the sky looks infinite
the roads are full
the cars are to
this isn't all
this is barely any
I need to hurry home
and lock the door behind me.

The river
Full of fizz
The carbonated
River flows
Down to the land
Of sweets and
Rotted teeth
Maybe water
Would be wiser
Unless you fear fluoride
Then maybe *****.

I meant well
Honest
But I hurt them
All of them
So did they
We're walkers
On hell's road
Since apparently
Cars aren't for the dammed
I passed the way back
Miles ago
We're almost at the end
Even with all this cardio
I can't outrun my mistakes.

Surprise
headlights
fight flight
pause
move faster
move fas
too late.

Chess
terribly complicated
when you attempt
to take it seriously
but forget the rules
and just toss the pawns
to the horses
then you'll have fun
or at least
be done with it quickly.

you know where
I currently reside
it's the same place as always
I never move my perch is safe
so my abode need never move
you may be like the wind
always on the move
just for movements sake
but I am stone
as eternal as anything can be.

in stasis
metaphorically
time will take its toll
even if you call
time out.

You're like a kraken
And I'm the ship
You seek me out
You wrap me up
Then I find myself shattered
The debris that was me
Just floating in the sea
This is why
I prefer dry land.

Crafted for servitude
freed by happenstance
brought down by loyalty
a new kind of freedom is experienced.

This thing
THIS thing
will ruin us
and them
it does stuff
to folks
it needs
to get gone
and by golly
it shall
or so I
keep insisting.

You appear
and cause distress
then you away
why to where
remains untold
rotten antagonist.

Well
I have an idea
I don't like it
I don't want it
But I have it
I have a few actually
They **** to
What are you going to do
Nothing much probably
I don't claim the sight
But I expect regret.

don't eat it
if you do
you'll realize
where you are.

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

A young man
with a fake
long white beard
sitting to the side
giving directions
that make sense
in theory.

Your trapped
You can kick
You can scream
But it's pointless
Cause your going nowhere
Probably

I suppose escape
Isn't impossible
Per say but it is
Quite unlikely

Sooo good luck
With that
Hahaha ha ha.

There they are
those folks
they stand around
doing things
things you dislike
possibly just to spite you

What to do What to do
you could freak out
but then you'll be on their radar
and it probably won't help

you could try getting to know them
learn how they tick
maybe they aren't so bad

or you could try hiding
under a rock or in plain-site
that can be very stressful
which is bad for your heart

Whatever you do
best be quick
cause their coming
over here.

A simple minion
Is all you are
You could fly away
At any time
Staying to serve
A terrible master
You could be more
You could be
A flying ace.

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