I was told
I should pray
They say it helps
I don't agree
They say the room
That appears empty
Is full of God
Or some such
And I need only speak
But I'm pretty sure
The only one who hears
My prayer is me
And I'm an awful audience.

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 scraped some words
Off of your brain
They were odd
I think there's some
Kind of hidden meaning
Though it's possible
You were just babbling
People say Strange things
When you poke
At their brains.

An idea
it means
what again
do as you will
within reason
but what's reasonable
never mind we all need boxes
clearly defined borders
we can rail against
not perfect but surely
it beats uncertainty.

they mean nothing
to the dead
they may
mean something
to the living
either way they better
be good ones
if you want to avoid
the mob.

father time and his
tic tocking minions
love to remind you
how fast they run by
somebody
really should trip them.

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

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.

A restful moment
amidst the chaos
it never lasts
and can be false
but when its truly here
the wise savor it.

yes except no
yes now
no later
things happen
we react
sometimes
our reactions are distressing
but we can excuse those acts
cause things
except when we can't
then no one knows what to do
and justice is served
you know
sometimes.

Rarely
does it truly
come down to two roads
often there are A hundred*
though they aren't always obvious
or particularly well made.

Standing tall
leaving us all in shadows
they are an impressive sight
fills some with awe
some with apathy
since they've seen
such people before
then some stew
with a foul sorta jealousy
and wonder
how many ax blows
would those giants need
to fall.

The knight runs
To escape the nightmare
They found above
They go ever downward
Through steel hallways
And wood doors
And find much
But never escape.

I can't read your mind
But based on what
I thought I knew
I thought we were enemies
I never would have guessed
You thought
Me a friend.

Sleep now child
Your day is done
But remember to rise
The next day will be here soon
And if you aren't there
Someone will notice
And be very displeased.

Ash that fills your chest
it floods the hearts chamber
and if untended
consumes it
it screams
a primal and unthinking
vengeance
many find its voice
compelling

before
during
but not after.

Hi
I'm Michael
Or Mike
Either will do
I want you to think
That I'm perfect
I'm not of course
But if you believe it
Just for a while
Maybe you'll hire me
And be too tired
To fire me when
You find out the truth.

Creatures
one and all
some
are statistically inclined
to one thing
or another
but we're chaotic creatures
and oddities abound
still we fight
the same old fight
about who belongs where
can't we all just get along
history says no
what do you say?

What again
are we testing for
I hope not perfection

no just boring truths
or total lies
maybe puns.

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.

Your dying
From self inflicted wounds
Not a knife or a rope
But the things you do
They'll be the death of you
It's not my place
To tell you what to do
But I really don't
Want to watch you
Die
So please
Just
Stop it.

They don't change reality
But sometimes
They seem to.

That wonderful
Silk scarf
That comfortable
Bit of cloth
You gave to me
To reward me
To cheer me up
It's starting to chafe
It's starting to tighten
Not of its of own accord
I can't return it
I can't accidentally
Leave it behind
Will it stay with me
Until the end.

Up above the clouds
On my very own wings
I look in wonder at the sights
And sounds of civilization
It's lights burning in the night
It's quite interesting
But I wonder how this can be
Since I don't have wings
Then I wake up
Probably for the best
I would probably have flown
Into a wall.

It's funny how
You can feel alone
In a crowd
Even when those
Closest stand near
You're still all alone
Or so it feels
You're in a bubble
You can see them
Laughing and sharing
So close yet untouchable.

To die
and leave behind
only enemies
seems a sad
sort of fate
all those years
all that experience
and
you never learned
how to make peace.

outdated defenses
A striking image
that would fall
at the hands
of the modern power

Ah rage
my dear friend
when things are grim
I turn to you
you fill me to the brim
the world turns red
and when you leave
my problems are solved
albeit temporarily.

Some things need doing
Even if it means
Burning bridges
With your kin
The reason
May be love
It may be war
Just make sure
It's worth it.

Make love
Or a play
Or a sculpture
Or a strongly
Worded letter
Or an unhappy face
Or really anything
But another
Dam war.

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.

Strange stuff
Where reality bends
And our deepest
Fears and hopes
Come alive
In my case
It's more fear
Than hope
Where spiders love
To leap at my face
I hope my dreams
Are not prophetic.

There is no dagger
Quite like betrayal
Its poisons
Infect fond memories
And the scar it leaves
May never go away.

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
******.

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 drew a sun
and you saw
a goat
admittedly
I've no talent
for art work
but I have to wonder
if you just
willfully
misunderstand me.

A truly timeless tale
A harrowing adventure
where no one knows
what to say
but i'll say it again
I have no muse
my vault of ideas
is overdrawn
yet still i feel compelled
to write something else.

that paranoid ramble
that angry mutter
that sad sigh
is that all me
well
you're the only one here
it could be ghosts
or the devil
but it was
probably just you.

your thoughts are clear
which is goodish
but you have thoughts
that are probably
best left unsaid
and you'll say em anyway
your also a poor liar
which is good
for everyone else.

Look look
At all the shapes
That your heart
Can take
A dove
A fire
A box
All manner of shapes
For so many occasions
That can't be healthy.

Adventuring we shall go
To new lands
There shall be danger of course
And we may never return home
But if we do it right
Great rewards shall be ours
And if the gods are with us
Our ship won't get wrecked.

much or few
balance is best
but hard to achieve
harder still to maintain
but worth it
I'm told

collapse
the days weight
is a bit much
the doorbell rings
I try to rise
I can't even open my eyes.

Kind of a pain
Kind of wonderful
Kind of all sorts
Of things really
Stranger than fiction
When it isn't
Excessively mundane
It could use
A bit more levity
And perhaps equality.

Reality is whats real
A fact readily accepted
now if only we all agreed
on what is real
it's so simple
the proof is right there
Yet the truth
whatever that is
is denied
with malicious intent
or out of ignorance
and sometimes
malicious ignorance.

Self imposed
Or otherwise
Does funny things
To the mind
You can lose yourself
In your own
Mental labyrinth
And to get out
Some need a guide
Some others
Never leave.

If you stare
into the void
it just might
look back at you
with two circles of oblivion
that play havoc with your mind
and your soul
you may never look away
you may not want to
so maybe no one should look
of course
if no watches it
then how can you stop it.