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.

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.

look into a mirror
look deep
do you see you
not everyone does
they see what they want
or they see what they fear.

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.

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

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.

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.

blood bile
and denial
all a part
of the human experience
same today as
a thousand years ago
we strive for meaning
something deeper
than what we see
and if we don't find
something
than obviously
it was taken
or forsaken.

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.

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.

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.

Go away moon
Your shift is over
The sun will arrive
Oh so soon
To watch over us
Go away to your
Restful place
And when you
Come back
I just might have
Some new stories
For you.

The simplest things
That everyone knows
Or so everyone says

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.

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.

Attack
when you are afraid
Attack
or they will see
your weakness
that's the thing to do
I think
unless you want to trust
to
open up
a risky prospect
but perhaps worth it
or perhaps not.

the sun never rose
we set up camp
and waited for sunrise
but it never happened
the moon is still
just lounging about
is it the end
will the earth
begin to freeze
or is my watch busted
I can wait
for a few more minutes.

You awake in the morning
You get ready for the day
You head out the door
And you see the paths
So many this way
That way any way
Is doable
Until you start to think
That path is too dangerous
Too rough
Too full of strangers
Too dam much
But worry not
There are always a few paths
Open to anyone
Or you could
just go back to bed.

It *****
that too much good
can turn sour
but heaps of woe
never get any sweeter

Surrounded by darkness
laying beneath the family roof
and drifting off to the land of counted sheep.

I find myself in a pleasant limbo
a place of quite and rest
after a day of this
and that.

I know soon
my eyes will close
and tomorrow will arrive.

I do not dread
the coming day
but this pleasant limbo
is something I treasure.

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.

What are you doing
Should I do that
Would that be weird
No okay
Well carry on then
I will do the thing
And hope it's right
Or maybe I won't
Oh nevermind.

It's a lie
There is no perfection
All things that are
Are flawed
But we persist
And some things
Just a rare few
Are dam near perfect
Which will just
Have to do
Or say some.

A small part
Of something bigger
Or maybe a weapon

Slam your head
Against the issue
That will solve it
Unless of course
It's somehow harder
Than your head
Then all you'll have
Is a cracked skull
And an unimpressed audience.

I lose
Once again
Typical
I tried
But that
Was yesterday
Today is a new day
And I'll try again
Maybe today
Is the day
Probably not
But
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
I tell myself
Again
And
Again.

I know what to do
Well I think
I do
OK maybe
It's impossible
But I have to try
Okay I don't
Have
to try
I can just
Put away those
Silly notions
And listen to you
You know what
You're doing right
You can tell me
The right
Way to live my life.

the world is burning
what else is new
oh ****
is this
what Billy Joel meant
cause I don't play with matches
A childish thing
to play
with dangerous things
is it kids these days
I should blame
for the state of things.

Fleeing the club
Almost swept away
By the human tide
I need to breathe
I need some room
Why did I think
This would end well.

Things happen
Things change
for better
for ill
You can demand
things freeze
and on a small scale
things may
but really there is naught
that can be done
ways of speech
ways of thought
ways of dance
they come and go
what will be
will be.

Adversity
theirs a little for everyone
and a lot for some

some go through it quietly
and some shout till
their voices give out

but i wonder
why some go through it
and come out the other side
stronger and others weaker
or not at all

what quality is it
and how do you know
when you have it.

Hands at ten and two
I control my fate
so I'm told
swerve into oncoming traffic
cause a cacophony
go out on a high note
I control my fate
but where the ****
do I wanna go
nowhere really
being awake
makes me uncomfortable
I see why so many
choose to give themselves
to more certain Hands.

Lost in a mental whirlpool
I'm drifting away
With nothing to anchor me
I wonder could you keep me here
Would you want to
Maybe I'll find someplace nice
Up in the clouds.

In that it's not a competition
There are no winners
And no losers.
That said
Some people really ****
At this not competition.

You lost
One of your wings
You poor angel
Now you're mundane
Just like me
Just like them
I wonder
If you'll get use
To walking
you could still fly
the human way
but it wouldn't be
the same.

I looked away
For only a moment
And you were gone
Things had changed
It was all wrong
But I swear
I only looked away
For a moment.

Discuss the events
Of your day
Just a little
Ways away from me
Not outside my hearing
Just a little too far
To hear clearly
And I'll know
You're in reality
talking about
Me.

Your kinda hollow
I went to lean
And fell right through
What happened to you
I know you had more inside
Once upon a time
It was life
It was love
It was what what
that hollowed you out?

It can be easy
to say
I forgive you
but that's only half
of the battle
the hard part
is meaning it
it's a fist
that just won't
unclench.

A new day
with any luck
a good one
hah.

hovering above
waiting to steal you away
I pray it passes us by
but I know
it's only a matter
of time.

A solid word
What is is
And what isn't
Is not
A fact
Sometimes things
That are false
Pretend to be facts
Which causes confusion
Among the masses
But worry not
In time all will be revealed.

Technically
It can never change
Yet it changes
All the time
From mind
To mind
And book to book.

this is actually
a way to deal
with forest fires
which is surprising
because often
when this is tried
in a metaphorical sense
you just get
third degrees burns.

Holes in the skull
They hold so much
Lakes of fire
Wells of sadness
Pools of light
A challenge
An invitation
And none of its said aloud
It's just there.

I'm weighed down
With angels and demons
The angels say go
The demons say stop
They are not good
And evil isn't right
The angel insists I live
However I will
The demons says
You should just surrender
They both make good points
Or maybe they don't
And I just hear what I want.

What is the price of change
at its worst
broken lands
millions of dollars
and a great deal of blood
is it worth it
well
only history can say
in history
the grand scheme is
just a touch easier to see.

the sun is here
throwing out
the dark
and bringing in
the light without
a thought to those
who prefer the night
I asked it to leave
and was ignored
no doubt today
it will glare.