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.

In half a decade
Where will you be
Well
Having consulted
My crystal ball
I can say with certainty
Somewhere.

Family is great
They have your back
They pick you up
Their on your team
But do they have to be related
Why of course not
Family are those closest to you
Whether by blood or ink
Or whatever
Like lilo and stitch
Blood makes someone a relative
Ink can do the same
But what it means is up to you.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Kinda creepy
Those dark things
That hide behind you
Those shadows full of lurkers
We shine our lights
To rid ourselves of them
But they're stubborn
And when the lights go out
The shadows will be ready.

Screaming
Well
happy yelling
Right outside
Just
living.

Everything
returns to normal
the broken things
break again
and the elegant ball room
is once more just a ruin
if only the music never stopped.

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.

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.

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.

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

I see something silly
I laugh
Serious sincere
I see deep naivety
Dreamer dear friend why
I try to ask
But the laughter won't stop.

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.

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.

I know the truth
Well
I know my truth
it's probably
your truth as well.

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.

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

To the side
another everything
to the other another
the only difference is degrees
A little better A little worse
Could I fill the shoes
of the best version of me
would it be wrong
to steal from myself
I don't have A goatee
So I can't be the evil me.

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.

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.

Anxiety and fear
such a happy couple
they make their home
in your place of strength
and make you such
a wretched coward
unless you excise them
before they get comfortable
but they're a sneaky pair
they often fail to notify
before they take up residence
you could
remove them
once they've roosted
in theory.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Life is short
so they say
they say A lot
billions of seconds
leaking from my hourglass
staunch the bleeding
thats not plausible
anyway it's just Tuesday
Life is short
so i'm told
but don't worry
it's only relative.

you rushed through
and now your done

you may wish
for seconds or fifths
but you can't have them

So you must wait or work
for more

unless that really was the last for
ever

in which case your *******.

it's interesting
to see a burning heart
ignored
passion and dedication
should get
something
shouldn't it
maybe
maybe they stopped paying
the person
who was suppose
to care about such things.

what
do you see
is it
the same thing
as me
if we see
the same thing
does that mean
we're both crazy
because if so
i'd like to change
my answer.

I threw a dart
at a board of names
my barber is apparently
the cause of all my pain
was worried it was me
but the dart wouldn't lie
probably.

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.

Slow motion
the stumble
trying to grab at air
then the fall
down down down
the sound
A muffled thud
better off than a turtle
but not by much
I have the image.