What sin is it
that desire to consume
consume for consumptions sake
isn't the feeling
not simple gluttony
consume cause you're empty
or at least feel empty
full to burst couldn't possibly
cram more down
but so hollow
surely I should float
what is weighing me down
poor tubby ****.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Vague Ominous
All powerfull
So they claim
not one several
but
Not many
Whatever shall WE do
Suffer probably
The strength of many
Never seems like enough.

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.

The simplest things
That everyone knows
Or so everyone says

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.

A small part
Of something bigger
Or maybe a weapon

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

I bled on the office floor
I spilled blood for my company
those drops weren't worth much
but it sounds like something
it did make me realize
as little as I cared for the blood
I cared less for the work
So I quit
to no great applause
or apparent concern
HR only knows
how many drops
there have been.

Why
Why
Why
so boring
to ask
masochism
is trending
so happy
to empower
A caricature of a man.
When were you radicalized
November sixth
I woke up one day
and saw
our government had fallen.

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.

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.

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.

A new day
with any luck
a good one
hah.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

who are you
when the lights are off
bad good human
I have heard that's
when we're at our
most honest
when we're anonymous
personally even when
I am all alone
I can still hear
what I was taught
maybe that's my conscious
or my fear of getting caught.

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.

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.

Their beautiful
And terrifying
Those rocks
In your skull
Everything goes in
And nothing comes out
They weren't always there
Once they were softer.

Questions questions
So many
I can't answer
They drive into my brain
And nothing comes out
But rage and more questions
It makes me wonder if their
Is one
A good answer that is
There is a good answer
Somewhere I'm sure
Probably.

As you go
You gather grime
Depending on where you go
You gather more or less
But almost certainly
Not none

And When my days are done
I hope what's left
Is not too obscured with grime.

Your type
Is seen everywhere
Though no can prove it
A tough hide
And a fondness
For burning things
To the ground
I wouldn't wish
To get in your way.

you are what you are
and what are you
obviously
you are
what you are
whatever that may be
and you will never
be what you aren't
even
if you want to be.

It can be a strange
Thing that makes
So much less sense
Then what things
Appear to be
And sometimes
It's simply a great deal
Less palatable than a lie.

change is hard
change is good
change is natural
change is up there
with death and taxes
as unavoidable things
only children fear change
I've heard
put my head to the sander
not the chopping block
neither is a first choice
but I can stand some pain
for some good change
I think.