It's all over dude
The end was nigh
And came then went
So now all we have are
Sand and ruin
Oh and roaches
Nothing kills
Roaches
There are some people
They are unwell
Civilization is a dream
Of the past
But I'll be honest
What hurts the most
Is that all the Wendy's have closed.

Waiting
Searching
Finding
Dieing

Except for some
Who skip a step
Or two.

That isn't the point
you should know
you started this
it therefore
behooves you
to remember it
why you started
and where this is going
If you do forget
there may not be
anyone to remind you
just F.Y.I.

Such a look
Such a a
Expression
I can't help
Being reminded
Of a
Hungry hyena.

A fire in your belly
To do something
Maybe nothing big
No great deeds
Just survival
If nothing else
Not a roaring fire
But a few embers
Deep down there
right?

What you are doing
Is wrong
I know because
I know
I'm astride a horse of great height
While you creatures walk
It's okay though
You may never join me
I am happy to share
My unsolicited advice
On the ways of right.

Hero to Villain how

I borrowed a pin
from a friend
heroic fall

but seriously how
you stood for something

you stand still long enough
you can watch the land change
I changed teams without moving
I guess that was still a choice.

My friend
I told you
the best place
to cut me
in the hope
that you never would.

As you tumble down
You may wonder
How did this occur
It should be obvious
But maybe it isn't
Did you jump
We're you pushed
Surely you couldn't
Just appear here
Maybe you stood
At the edge of a cliff
With the wrong person
You slipped and caught
The edge you asked for a hand
To lift yourself up
And you got a boot
To the head
Or maybe your dreaming
How should I know.

You should talk
To the moon
It's not very outspoken
And won't share much
But is a great listener
Plus you won't have
Any trouble looking it
In the eye.

Look at a painting
Perhaps the Mona Lisa
What is the most important part
The famous smile
The paintings frame
The paintings price
No you see
It doesn't have
A most important part
At least not to me
Every part is needed to make it
The painting that it is
Though of course others
Might well say something else
They'll say the smile
Or the price
Or something else
They may not be wrong
But that's how opinion goes.

take pride
in the rock
on which you
happened to be born
even if that rock
finds you distasteful
and you didn't choose
to be born there
it's the only rock
you will ever have
unless you know
you move or such
then feel whatever.

You ever hear people say
How is this still a thing
Why are we
Still doing THAT
In our enlightened age
It's cause
We're human
And humans change
Very slowly.

my fingers will remain
in my ears
until you shut up
stop proclaiming
those terrible things
I know they're lies
everything is
as it should be
the pleasing voices
assured me of that.

I missed it
and i'm down
just act natural
and avoid anyone's eyes
as you run/walk for the exit

Away false phantasms
you aren't real
you aren't even dead
yet you wont leave
just float their judging
like it was my fault
you know it wasn't
you know
mostly.

Ooh back and forth
You do swing
At least until
I cut your string
Then we'll know
What side your on
And no more
Back and forthing
For you.

I care
At least
To some extent
Perhaps
Not as much
As I should.

or freeze
as a defense
it lacks
nature or nurture
my father was a brick wall
my mother
never taught me to fight
that explains it right
Fight or Flight
or
be a deer
headlights
such an enthralling sight
white light the way to heaven
right.

I cant help but think
that maybe most
of what I hear
is largely unimportant
of course if you ignored everything
you'd miss the big stuff
be nice if there was transcript
of all my daily dialogue
I wouldn't read it
but it'd be nice to have.

silly marionette
your plastic
and cheap wood
you know so little
maybe you
should just
hand me your strings
I will get you doing
all you need to do
and maybe
one day in the future
i'll let you stand
on your own.

I try not to blaspheme
If only to avoid reprisal
But I have to wonder
What would you do
If you had that job
I know what I would
And it's best left unsaid
It's just a philosophical question
If the divine exists
They probably won't retire soon
So does the answer matter
No or yes
Either way I can always ask.

To every beginning
There is an end
And to every end
There is a beginning
Presumably there's a bit
In the middle for both
That's the important thing
Everything you do
After your born
And everything important
You do before you die
Admittedly some people
Are different and their deaths
Are more of an event
Than their lives could ever be.

Its a joke
told
by a sociopath
still kinda funny
but also creepy
not everyone knows
so keep it
to yourself
like magic
an explanation
****** folks off.

I love toys
I love books
I love machines
I love things
And when you
Stand near me
I really notice
How
Hollow I am.

The first step to change
Is admitting you have
A problem
Be it an addiction
Or an obsession
Or whatever
But it really is
Only the first step
And there are just
So many stairs
But it will be worth it
Hopefully.

I fear that
long after
all the flesh
leaves my bones
i'll still be holding on
when angels call
i will hold on
when friends try
to pull me away
i will hold on
I see my fate
I'd close my eyes
but it wouldn't help
i will just
keep holding on.

So bright
So out there
Your talent
for reveling things
I kinda hate you
even if it's unreasonable
I'd blot you out
but
that's impossible
for now.

You are a liar
I think
I know you lie
Occasionally
So you must understand
That I want the truth
But where to get it
You are suspect
And I am biased
But those third parties
Are so unaware
What to do
What to do.

Two steps
Three steps
Blue steps
So many and each
Is a start to an adventure
Or just to work
It's simple really
Just move your feet
And away you will go
Or just stand here
Maybe sit down you know.

when opportunity knocks
some answer the door
and some close the blinds
so it can't peek in
either choice could be a mistake
those who answer the door
will learn with hindsight
and those who don't
can only ever wonder
what if.

Why do I do
The things that
I do
Because
Just because

Perhaps dear doc
That isn't the truth
Or maybe it is
I fear I can't
Honestly tell you.

My mind is full
with a strong filter
for my mouth
there never freed
is that right
is that wrong
I I don't know
it makes me want
to just bang my head
against the wall.

The office building from hell
It stands two stories high
and oozes malevolence
inside the dead wait for you
in poorly light rooms
You may regret finding
this accursed place.

But
i'm totally
thinking it
it's kinda rude
so I will be wise
and not pick a fight
even though
it would be
hilarious.

I still remember
The last time
I saw you cry
They were not
Tears of joy
And it was not
A happy birthday
At least
The cake was good.

Such a simple concept
do wrong and get punished
all society's need it
even if it seems warped
to outsider eyes
but its easy to confuse it
with vengeance
which is less clinical
and corruption ruins
the very idea of justice
making it so malleable
the rules must be firm
but they must also be tempered
with mercy maybe

Sometimes
I ask myself
why
I never get
A good answer.

I worry about you
You act like someone
Who's heart has been
Scooped out and replaced
With a lump of coal
Where once you had
All the feels
Now you're just cold
Is that
Being mature.

A curse
A blessing
A simple rush of hormones
All these and more
Are descriptions of love
A simply obscenely complex topic
The most popular of topics
Among artists of all kinds
From Shakespeare
To johnny cash
To well half the poets
On this site
I wonder if any one
Can truly do it justice
Such a powerful thing
That has lead people
To ruin and bliss
Can we really capture it
With words or paint.

All beginnings have an end
All is finite
And some
Think this is sad
Not really
Nobody enjoys
Things that last forever
Day by day
The amazing becomes dull
It's just one of those human foibles.

You have something
Something you love
It fills you with
Something good
Until you find
That it's really only
A malformed imitation
It may have come first
In the product line
But it most surely
Is not superior.

do want something
so badly
you
would sell your soul
would you bleed
would you do anything
for it
maybe maybe not
if you do
I hope it's really worth it
I hope time doesn't show
how immaterial it was
if it's a person I hope
you don't find out
their a lie.

The perfect shape
Is what I seek
Through trial and error
I shall find it
Even if you must suffer
Don't worry it will
Almost definitely be worth it.

What does it mean
What is the point
I don't know
To each their own
I suppose the goal
Is simply survive
And try not
To make everyone else
Too miserable
Since that would decrease
Your odds of survival
Many enemies
Can make a short life.

Old figment
Which haunts me
Please stop
It's not healthy
To obsess over one
Who isn't in existence
The dream is based
On reality but
It gets weird as
Dreams so often do
I would like
To fall
for someone
Real
for a change.

You know
the world is amazing
waterfalls
rainbows
birds o paradise
just tons of cool stuff
you hear sad things
and read it on the news
it's easy to forget
that such things exist.

A not so great
Home
A sign of
Not being settled
It has history no doubt
Sure it's a place
To lay your head
But it just
Isn't the same
As an actual house.