once upon time
there was a dude
his names irrelevant
he walked his own path
and was proud of it
one day
he ran into a tree
it was right on his track
he says to the tree
"outa the way"
the tree didn't care
and kept on treeing
the dude repeated himself
to no avail
so he starts to scream
in a very masculine way
for the tree to move
he only stops
when his voice gives out
the man is loathe
to leave his path
so he just starts climbing
he cared not a whit
for the trees great height
so up he goes
he makes it
and finds on the other side
nothing apparently
a tree marked the end
of his path
undeterred
the man walked on
to who knows where.

Resurrection and rabbits
sure
why not.

It's pointless
And unhelpful
To pity yourself
As well as irritating
And now that you know that
I'm certain
You will never do it again
Probably.

like an egg
on a frying pan
plus bugs buzzing

Giving words
As a gift
What A poet thing
To do
I can't though
At least not
If it's true
That the thought counts
Cause none of my thoughts
Are Charitable.

One forever
one for always
like a god dam penguin
it simply can't be
one for you
one for me
it never lasts
and everyone cheats
or so the cheaters say
maybe there is
a grain of truth
maybe not.

A figment made of iron
that equals a million lives
there is no future
without a past
it ensnares some
offends others
and some
realize it simply
is the beginning.

You can't joke about that
it is
in a pro pri at  dude
or it is now and here
maybe then or there
it's all cool
but now it's just wrong.

my bad
I meant no offense
it really *****
when you say
the wrong thing
or make the wrong move
with no real ill intent
but still cause offense
all you can do
is give
your apologies.

probably
I mean you should
I can't just
say it
but you
know that
right?

in the darkness
anything is possible
and nightmares are probable
every sound is trouble
but their is a bright side
all your woes
are shrouded
at least until dawn
when that light pours inside
things are harder to ignore.

Everything was lovely
once upon a time
or so my mind claims
there was unpleasantness
but all that comes to mind
was such energetic fun
laughs and good times
wait
am I thinking of
the Brady bunch.

Run run
To enact your plan
Poor little thing
It's all done
No matter your actions
My goals are fulfilled
You are just
Too little
And too late.

The wrong green flourishes
political gardeners
fields of prize winning weeds
you'll **** us all.

Way long ago
There was a women
Pretty as a picture
Who caught a sea gods eye
They were quite smitten
But alas too open
With their affections
They angered another
The wisest of gods
Since gods are above Reproach
It was she who suffered
Under the wise ones wrath
Cursed to slither
For eternity
As Medusa.

Expectations are important
Too high and you'll be
Rather disappointed
Too low is just sad
Somewhere in the middle
Like many things in life
Is where your expectations
Should rest
Although what qualifies
As the middle isn't
Always the same
So
To each their own
I guess.

Invest in change
The only certainty
Aside from death.

Little needles
they pop in and out
to jab me the spine
oh so often do they appear
they have no will
no particular intent
certainly not one
I can control
so just deal
is what I must do
somehow
maybe thicker clothes.

No magic here
Just science and madness
I know it's so
I really do
Yet it sounds lovely
And it catches my mind
Do I have a genetic predisposition
To thinking about magic.

There all messed up
These hands of mine
I have an image
In my mind
Of what they need
To draw
And what they make
Is quite off the mark
They don't build
Honestly they aren't
Even good fists
But there what
I have so I do
what I can.

I'd be
That Gray cloud
That hangs over
Your head
Obscuring the sun
And raining
on your parade
Nothing personal
It's just
The weather pattern
That I am.

I mean
I mean
words
the facts
specifics
in order
god dam it
out loud
I get so scattered.

Ah the price of a life
some say its infinity
unless said person
is really annoying
but people die
for anything
for nothing
so what is it worth
truly
less than ideas
less than rocks
less than so very many things.

Why do they fight
I know some
Do it for money
Some for love
And others for their God
But I wonder which
Excuse is best.

It's amazing
Your silver tongue
Isn't burned by the venom
You spew
I see people swayed
By your passion and your volume
Sheep I want to scream
Turn away from this snake
But I don't
And they certainly won't
Among your most insidious flock
They find acceptance
And learn of the fun
Of mob justice.

A green smoke
That fills your lungs
Till each breath
Is nearly choked
With jealousy
The things
That they have
And you never will
The talents they possess
That you can't copy
The people
That surround them
That you want to snub
It make you think
Things best left unthought
This noxious fog
Will be your ruin
Or it can be
If you let it.

I KNOW
i know
but maybe
i need another
just in case.

I have
Young eyes
Inexperienced
Eyes indeed
So why am I
Such a cynic
I've done so little
And seen only a bit
Maybe I have
Bleak genes
Maybe it's because  
I Know too much
Or it could be
I know too little
And am rather
Self involved
No probably  
Just my generation.

Trailing power
runs through
the whole construction
where is the beginning
where is the end
does it not matter
so long as they aren't too frayed
quite possibly say the unlearned.

I knew you
Once upon a time
We were close
Yet hear we are today
Nothing but strangers
What happened
Probably time
Maybe if I had tried harder
Things would be different
Or maybe not.

I meant to say hi
I thought up
all the sentences
we could trade
I envisioned
where things
just might go
but you left
before I could say
anything
my bad.

wandering spirits
for our tech based age
they don't herald god
or consort with the dead
their free
to run through
the power lines
and the mind.

Dancing
In the meadow
During a snow storm
Sneezing and freezing
come what may
enjoy the day.

A great deal
a side effect
of slight paranoia
Everything
that could go wrong
drifts through
my mind
not much room
for anything else
maybe
it's not paranoia
I can't tell anymore
if i ever could.

I was a different creature
When I came here last
The walls are a different shade
And is it just me
Or is the building smaller
Your still here
Just as you were
Do I look
The same to you.

An oasis
hopefully
maybe a mirage
that can be seen
should one wander
into hell
it is if nothing else
A direction.

I got a holy cup
it holds
no sacred blood
or any sacred secretions
it holds
Dr pepper
the drink o the gods.

What strange substance
Were you made from

Why skin and bone
Of course

Oh that'll do it
Such cheap materials
Never lasts long
Under pressure.

once upon time
we burned women* alive
once upon a time
we enslaved one another
once upon a time
we would throw you
down a hole and pretend
you never were
once upon a time
the world was controlled
by a privileged few
once up wait
i'm sorry no
not once upon a time
still
we still do these things
we are just a bit
more surprised when
we hear about them.

how can anything
be everything
so many parts
in each puzzling life
is it healthy for anything
to be everything
depends on your anything
depending on who you ask.

A moment of passion
That was perhaps
Less than romantic
And now they're dead
A bit left on the bed
And the walls
Don't take any trophies
It's far too risky
I wonder if you'll
Go all tell tale heart
When the police
Come a callin.

staring ahead
into the void
or at the painter
sometimes I think
you're painted eyes
are following me.

Ya sharp toothed s.o.b.
A whiff of weakness
brings you running
all I need to avoid you
is keep to land
but I love swimming.

It sends a shiver
right up my spine
and not the bad kind
so primal
so unrestrained
I wonder
if one day
we will leash it.

beware it
for within
lurks danger
dangerous danger at that
you should take
a friend along
when you traverse it
two heads are occasionally
better than one.

You know hearts
Are not pretty
Their organs
Their functional
But so long
As you treat it right
It will serve you well.

The candle is out
The darkness is here
Covering you up
Like a tongue
On a small piece
Of candy
Dissolving you
And sometimes
Not even bothering
To really taste you.

Superfluous
can't feed the soul
if you starve to death
it has its place
as all things do
but is it simple luxury?

Why
Why
Why
so boring
to ask
masochism
is trending
so happy
to empower
A caricature of a man.
When were you radicalized
November sixth
I woke up one day
and saw
our government had fallen.