Writing time and again
about the same old topics
Cerberus poet
an undying dog
surrounded by bones
can gnaw on these forever
is that healthy.
is being Alive.

Dear God
Look at it
Up there
No hand made device
Could possibly compare
No building can truly overcome it
The sky the sky
Such a thing
Just a glance at it
And
I feel it stareing into me
I feel it grasping at my soul
Feed me small creature
It bellows it roars
Oh god
Is this what it's like to be high.

after the end
what will I see
a groundhog day loop
I fear
it sounds hellish
repetition makes me twitchy
but burning alive forever
doesn't sound fun either
what about nothing
nothing sounds nice
it would probably grow old
suppose i'll see.

You seem to be everywhere
A meeting with
The thugs and the preps
Sunday service then the bar
No matter where you just
Don't stick out
You aren't offensive
You aren't memorable
You just sorta blend
And your a great climber.

I threw a quarter
into the wishing well
and the well
granted my request
of course all I asked for
was a gumball
still pretty cool.

they did
albeit
not much of one
they got bored
so they found
another fight
it happens
maybe next time
will be different..

notes caught inside
opened from time to time
to beguile passerby's
I bet it would go well
with a ballerina figurine.

The people died
I don't know why
I killed them for money
I find as I get older
The excuses get weaker
But coins still spend the same.

Rabbits and demons
Lurk in that cap
Stars from the sky
Bedazzle that cap
In a locked chest
Resides that cap
It clashes
With this season's attire.

A painting
that evokes
either
claustrophobia
or comfort.

If I string
A bunch of words
Together
Is that a poem
Or just
A bunch of words
That no can eat
And isn't very pretty
Does it need salt
Or more butter
Or maybe
Some paint and glitter.

The sun is retreating
It almost looks
Like he's bleeding
But he'll be back
On the morrow.

warrior angel
here for a job
to pluck warrior souls
from the killing fields
and carry them
to killing fields
where no one dies
and everyone drinks.

A **** defense
you should get
brick walls
spikes maybe.

Dead bodies always have drawn flies
but perhaps one day
they won't
instead of flesh
for the insectoid feast
it will be steel
robot wars
no bloodshed needed
or maybe we'll have
world peace
I only jest
robot war will be
our reward for avoiding
extinction at an earlier date
if we're lucky.

it makes sense
in the present
and less and less
the more hindsight
it receives.

They run
They flee
For fear of today
and In the hope
That elsewhere
Things are better
It's probably in vain
But I think
I will go with them.

the scars
on my arms
embarrassing reminders
he saw them
how can I defend myself
from the judgment
or the pity

Where will you wander
Where can you wander
in this well charted land
all the landmarks are noted
who needs a pathfinder
a lot of folks
oddly enough
they know not quite enough
could use a pamphlet.

moon loving
wild hound
everyone it seems
wants to be
A lone one
I thought
they liked packs
mysterious lupines
i'll stick with lizards.

Will you sing for me
if I **** a goat for you
will you heal me
for two or three
or will you just
stand there a statue
regardless of how much blood
pools at your divine feet.

An extreme hedonist
Pleasure is the point
In all things
Be they love
Be they life
Be they war
It has a certain charm
And a certain grotesqueness
Or so I'm told
To seek pleasure
Over enlightenment
Over duty
Over all
So little pain
Except the fun kind
And
You can have all the starburst
You can keep down.

Or you die
Or go crazy
Actually
Those happen anyway
Is their a third option?

Once upon a time
There was a creature
A very inquisitive one
That was perhaps
Unwisely trusted with a box
Not of course just any box
But one that held
All the ills of the world
diseases rage greed etc etc
Or so the creature was told
It looked like any old box
It felt like it to
So the creature put the box away
never ever opened it
And lived happily ever after

Jk it peeked
And all the woe
Was unleashed

Fortunately aside from ills
The box held hope and other good stuff
Not sure what happened to the creature though
Might have been turned to stone

Moral of the story
I don't know
I guess
Don't press the red button
And don't give dangerous gifts
To the inquisitive and untrusting.

You are the best
The brightest
Or so you love to say
Deep down
You know your nothing
Just an atom
Of our big big world
No matter how
You scream
your supposed Superiority
Nothing changes.

The wind
Blew away my umbrella
It's not raining
I just felt
Like being prepared
Perhaps I should
Be more spontaneous
Or I could carry
Two umbrellas
The next time
I believe rain is impending.

what do you have
nothing but my mind
and even that
only on good days
doesn't seem fair
does not
but the beggar
is a job as old
as civilization
at this point they're traditional
what would the big city be
without those sad souls
showing you what you
could be tomorrow.

Hop on a schooner
and depart
this accursed ground
I saw an old map
that said there be dragons
I couldn't find them
on google maps
so I will discover them
I might need
A few sailing classes first.

people build
the weirdest things
dam practicality
we need
heads on mountains
heads on islands
and heads on pikes
it will freak out
the neighbors
which is always a win.

Sunny coward
so happy
in your space
one day
one
day
nothing
muttering
threats to Ra
tempting fate
or just a sign
of
quirkiness.

Simple embroidery
An elaborate  heart
sewn on your camo sleeve.

run from the cat
the light the giants
run from anything
not everything
is trying to **** you
but any of it could
there's enough crumbs
on the edges to survive.

He sits on a grand chair
With his wife to the right
And his bolts to the left

He rules the sky
The gods and the earth
He slew his predecessor
With a bit of help
From his broes

He Is Zeus

I see you sun
Rising up to watch
Those of us below
I see you and
I think I know
Why you were worshipped
Why you were feared
Such power you hold
And you Don't
Even know it.

Faith is for fools
Believe in them
Trust that reason
Will win
And you will find
A monster
Given the keys
To the land
Of now tragic dreams.

It will be removed
by one or another
too tempting
to be left alone
maybe the wielder
will be decent
not for everyone
but for me
at the very least.

two faced
by nature
A smile and a frown
would be typical
for an actor
what two faces
would a god deign to wear.

Defeated by nobody
Wasting your strength
If only  you had put
More thought
Into this.

Mania trapped
in a stuffed animal
and madness leaks out
seems an odd place
to find such things
but it's more common
than you might think.

What string of words
Resonates with the crowd
What dab of ink
Sends your mind
To the right places
I never know
But I'd like to.

Leadership
Clearly isn't for you
And a loner
You surely aren't
Where are you going
You trust someone else
To know
Of course if you did
Strike out on your own
Odds are
You'd be eviscerated.

Jumper cables please
feed me some energy
and I will rise
from my
DIY crypt
if you could
i'll owe you one.

looking good
at least
from a far
up close
the truth is obvious
you haven't got
a single
*******
chocolate chip.

Okay brother
Not the worst son
And cynical sloth
I fear are the words
They'll write
On my grave
I know kinda morbid
To worry about that
But alas I never learned
How not to dwell
On disturbing pasts
Or uncertain futures
The ghosts of Christmas
Past and future
Will be most disappointed.

It says everything
I wish It'd shut up
I would wear another
But alas I may not
Due to employee Contracts.

I remember
How things were
At the end
In the courtroom
A crowd arguing
So fiercely for custody
over remains
Why
for money
Or just old times sake.

God loves you
always remember
through war
through famine
through genocide
it's all apart of the plan
and when your all done
you can sit on a cloud
and bask in his awesomeness
or possibly if you waver
burn in flame
but stay positive
your wrathfully loving god
has his eye on you.

Just Kidding
i'm good
we're cool
the blood's from
A dollar store
lets get drinks.