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.

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.

An unearthly wail
Echoes across the town
It comes from a metal monster
Always spinning in its
Predetermined track
While small fleshy things
Climb all about it
And other angsty fleshy things
Draw all manner of things
On it
The poor accursed monster
If you got loose
Many would suffer.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Dead men tell no tales
but the living are happy
to tell tales for them

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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 *******.

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.

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.

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.

Just throw it all away
throw it in the pit
the memories
the reminders
the feelings
all of it
and you will be free
of course those things
are quite clingy
and if the pit
isn't deep enough
they will come back
to keep you tied
to the past.

I took a quill
and dipped it
into the sorry inkwell
of my soul
I scribbled out
the thoughts  inside
to try to understand
and
I find myself
underwhelmed.

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?

you can have my hat
when you pry it
from my dead fist
it has drops of red liquor
from all those others
who thought themselves
my better
and I suspect
it will soon have
A few drops more
from you and your friends
possibly your family to
so come forward
brave challenger
I want to see
your heart.

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

The thought means little
speaking is an action
thinking isn't
but time won't stop
while your lost in thought.

Wide eyed wonderment
poor city slicker
seeing something ancient
for the very first time
it is
something special
you get used to 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.

Dam trees
And crooked paths
I've walked a few feet
But it feels like miles
The sun is obscured
And God knows where
The exit is
But I wander onward
Occasionally I see others
Most look like me
Lost
a few though
Seem well aware of
Where to go
Yay them.

I want to mock you
You may even deserve it
I don't know
You probably don't
But it's quite amusing
At least it is for me
But I resist
That urge
Even if only just
Because if you have
Only ill to say
You should say nothing
Supposedly.

how indeed
a practical solution
wouldn't it be fun
probably not
certainly helpful.

As eternal as mountains
so
not eternal
but certainly
quite long lasting.

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.

I'm haunted
By what could've been
Did I choose right
Did I make a mistake
Am I on the right path
I know honestly
That I can't know
What would have happened
Focus on the now
Focus on the now
So zen so wise
But I can't stop thinking
What if.

Its all good
no danger
for you
in your small
metal box
next to the other
important objects.

Hacking
And slashing
So very rude
Not for farming
Not for healing
No use
Except killing
Maybe
You should just
Put it down.