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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

the artist attempts
to show us more
beyond
They fail
this is all their is
amazing as it is
it gets so boring.

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.

the sun sets
when you wish it to
not everyone knows that
they follow
the designated times
for day and night
it may not be healthy
to let it set early
but in the end
it's up to you.

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.

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.

I have no brother
well technically
I have two
but i'm not sure
if they really count
they're my dads kids
and i'm my moms son
should they mean
anything to me
They could be dead
for all I know.

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.

Do not do drugs
Take
Prescription
Pills.

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.

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

windows to the soul
is one name
for those orbs
in your skull
but I see nothing
are you empty inside
am I blind
or is that phrase
poetic bull.

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.

What would you see
If you could see
The you to be
I fear it would be bad
But I'm very negative
Perhaps a butterfly
Finally changed
Or a version more worm like
Than the present
And I wonder
What they might say
To the you of today
Something inspiring
Or perhaps horrifying
Maybe it's for the best
That we won't know
Until later.

Standing up
To hatred
To discrimination
To all kinds of horrors
Is a requirement for change
If no one says anything
And if no one does anything
Then nothing will change
Which is easy to write
But the doing
Now that is quite hard
Since the first to stand
Are the first to fall
But someone has to do it.

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.

Some things
go with out saying
or so it's said
and so occasionally
something everyone knows
is forgotten since all any knows
is that they should already know it.

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.

The optimist
A person who always
Looks for the the silver line

A pessimist
The guy who's view
Is always obscured
With stormy clouds

And the realist
Who keeps an eye
On the other two
To make sure
They don't run into any walls
While their busy staring at clouds.

I knew a holy man
in a sense
I knew him
as a child knows their pastor
I wasn't told the gossip
and we didn't share stories
I knew what I was told
that he spoke the word of god
god was rather dull so far as I could tell
maybe the pastor just had no passion.

You ever feel
Like a poorly made doll
Stitched together from
Bottom shelf cloth
and spare parts
There almost certainly is
Someone out there willing
To give you a hug
But it would be awesome
If you could look
In a mirror without flinching.

I'd bite off your fingers
if you offered A hand
its not an attack
just thought
you might fill my void
is that not how it works
impolite perhaps
the material
can fix the immaterial
so they say.

It looks lovely
over there
all vibrant and lush
free of pain
free of trials
one day
somehow
we will live there
then we'll be happy
then we will be
fulfilled.

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.

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

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.

Such an odd *****
a lump of grey
that leads everything else
full of mysteries
alas
it makes
a terrible paper weight
much too sticky

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

progress so often
takes forever
a little change
year by year
until you look back
see things as how
they used to be
and you realize
all things considered
that was actually
pretty dam fast.

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.

It's a funny word
Deserve
What do you
Deserve
What do i
Everything
Nothing
We get out
What we put
In that equals
Deserve
At least to some
Some are born
Deserving all
Or so a few claim
I could in theory
Decide I deserve
More than i have
But I don't have the will
Or the way
To make that matter.

another reason
to curse god
this and
especially that
it boils my blood
and
ruffles my feathers
not big stuff either
but little things
that seem huge
dam little big
things.

Hypothetical questions
are they worth anything
hypothetically what
would you do
really you don't know
you weren't there
perhaps if you answer
a hypothetical question
with an honest answer
we can know your inclination
but that's about it.

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.

There's nothing here
It's like a dessert
Sans the sun
I was hoping for more
Maybe some lunar citizens
To borrow some sugar from
Or space monsters
But no nothing happens here
Although
I can still gather moon rocks
I bet NASA will pay a mint.

that red juice
that flows through
your veins
may just flow
in others
your relatives
that makes them special
a certain bond
or so it's claimed
but I know
it doesn't have to.

Lucifer was much too human
always striving for more
he should've known his place
it would seem
Easy to believe a king
would write such a story
or have someone write it
as the case might be.

I'm sorry
such tragedy
has befallen you
but you know
it's kinda your fault
if you hadn't been
so such and such
you would not
have been a target
or maybe it was bad luck
and you shouldn't
be blamed
for the terrible things
done to you
how should I know.

You were made
In that awful place
Where you learned
The way of things
Where you learned
The truth of life
Or so you were told
I wish I knew
How to prove
That the creature
Who taught you
Never really knew
The way of things
They only knew the horror
That they taught.

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