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.

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.

What sin is it
that desire to consume
consume for consumptions sake
isn't the feeling
not simple gluttony
consume cause you're empty
or at least feel empty
full to burst couldn't possibly
cram more down
but so hollow
surely I should float
what is weighing me down
poor tubby ****.

The library
Is a place to read
A place for peace
Please don't
Sit down and weep
between the shelves
That's what
The dmv is for.

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

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

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.

Inhale the joy
that's all around
and just be happy
it's like flipin a switch
one second you're blue
the next you're
A small sun
or so it's claimed
personally I tried
and got a headache.

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

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.

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.

A lot of little flaws
in our puzzling world
so many contradictions
in the old stories
but plenty go
exactly as we expect
I lie down wondering
why things are this way
but in the end
if I did learn why
would it really matter.

I don't trust you
they say I should
but I just can't
my shields are up
when your near
but I can't avoid you
or everyone will see
and i'll be the one
in the wrong
******.

It *****
being the protagonist
and antagonist
in the same story
kinda pointless really
no matter what you do
you're losing.

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

For the record
I did nothing wrong
I simply watched
I was recording for evidence
Now here it is
They did it
May I have
Some coffee
And clemency.

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

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.

All we are
is wrapped up
in one tiny little
diamond
without it
what are we
just two fools
with
a certain fondness
for one another
no where near
official enough.

I don't care
With genuine feeling
What happens means nothing
They won't **** for apathy
They just won't help
They won't hunt you
In dark alleys
But they will
Turn a blind eye
When your brought down
They don't burn or simmer
Or even stew
They simply do not care
But they will when they
Become the hunted.

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.

So much history
in those old walls
so many secrets overheard
if you could would you spill them
like roaches looking to spread
better knock it down
just in case
parking lots tell no tales.

They used to be heroes
or so i'm told
they righted wrongs
and dispensed justice
these days
not so much
I couldn't say why
what changed
maybe it was life
or an evil wizards spell.

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.

doubt in myself
and in others
has it's fingers
wedged deep
in my brain
a small opportunity
is knocking on my door
and all I want  to do
is crawl under a rock.

the pen exploded
possible stories
smeared the pocket
more pens exist
but that was a lucky one
or so It was thought.

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.

sweet words get rewards
at least they do
when used at the right times
sometimes you need vinegar
rough words exist for a reason
fists can be a problem
sometimes you need them
but rarely perhaps never
and if raising them
is usually what you do first
then their's a problem.

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.

Kinda overbearing
Always keeping you down
But it means well
It's there to keep you
From flying away
I know people who tried
To fight that force
They didn't win.

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.

Do not do drugs
Take
Prescription
Pills.

What do you mean
just what you think
and
what I think
but that's personal
so I'll keep it to my self.

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.

familiar patterns
are hard to break
even the ones
that are unhealthy
often seem safer
than an unknown.

Shiny friend
Please share
Your wisdom
Resting as you do
So far above
You must have
Some sagely words
For the likes of me
I'm sorry
I know of your vow
Never to speak
But is there another way
For you to teach.

The world
Needs a better editor
So many flaws
And inconsistencies
I bet
The world
Would get way
More views
And likes
If it had
A better editor
And maybe
Some different actors
New director
Hmm nah
Too expensive.

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.

I don't get
The kids of today
Or yesterday
Or tomorrow
Ok frankly
People in general
Weird me out.

White nationalists on the lawn
not really new
my neighbor proudly waves
A confederate flag
but they aren't on TV
trump was unhelpful
monocles fell in surprise
we can all agree
on nothing
nothing new.

I can hear
The mocking edge
Of your excessively
polite words
Well
I think I can.

those of poor dexterity
aught not throw knives
yet evidently I do
and with a blindfold to
since i'd rather
not see any spilled blood
I hit my target
somewhat unintentionally
perhaps I should get headphones
to block out the screams.

It clings to my fingers
This terrible filth
I can't touch you
Or you'll get it
I try to clean
But it spreads
Could I burn it away
Can I pray it away
They say no
They say it's
Here to stay
It's in my soul
But what do they know.

be careful
when you write
you may reveal
more
than was
your intent
you can than delete
or erase it from the page
but not from the mind.

I need to say
nothing
the words
are dancing
on my tongue
waiting to be said
but i can't
i just
can't
at least
not anywhere
they will be heard.