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 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.

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.

The wrong green flourishes
political gardeners
fields of prize winning weeds
you'll **** us all.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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 world
Has decided
You are guilty
They can't see
Your heart
And they
Could be wrong
But that may
Not be enough.

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.

You may regret that
Or you may not
Everyone is different
And I can't read
Your mind
I don't think
That anyone can lead
A life with no regrets
Just make sure
Their a learning experience.

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.

or at least tolerate yourself
you can run from anyone
but even in the deepest hole
or the farthest countries
you can't escape you.

That's not to say
I won't say it
I will
with a strait face to
But it's a lie
Nothing personal
I just kinda ****
At telling the truth.

It sounded lovely
I wished and worked
and I got it
but surprise
it wasn't worth it
and I can't get a refund
so I suppose
I should just move on.

There stands a tree
Almost perfect
So tall so old
Such fine Apples
Except for one
Twisted branch
Near the top
It can't just be
Chopped off
But it is just small enough
To be ignored.

I had noble aspirations
I wanted to save them
I fought with righteous indignation
Yet all I caused was harm
I lead them astray
I said that in the end
Things would be better
But in the end
Things are much the same.

there are people
who **** for fun
there are people
who wouldn't ****
to defend loved ones
there are people
who try to **** trees
there are people
who wouldn't touch
a naked body for fear
of god
people are so different
they come in all shades
and all sizes
it quite frankly
amazes me when
people say that
no one would
do that or enjoy that
for every activity
or inclination
there will always be
at least one.

Words words
They describe
The indescribable
Or attempt to
How do you
describe hope
Or it's lack
Closed tunnels
Shut doors
Darkened paths
How do I describe
This pretty thing
I'm not sure I ever had
If it even is pretty
Some might claim
It's hideous a lie
At least to those it left
Or the bitter folk
Who ignored it.

Such chaotic creatures
They crave order
Only to find
It isn't there kind of order
It isn't quite the thing
But if you change it
Just a bit it will be perfect
At least according to some
Others will find fault
And so more alterations
Will of course occur
They feel order
Is meant to be malleable
Not getting that order is stone
It's tradition
and that may not be
what they really want.

Hide in your box
Else you'll be seen
The eyes burn you
They prove your
Not alone
Play in the shadows
Where the air
Is cool and the sun
Won't find you
Stay in your place
Stay close to home.