who placed these threads
in my line of sight
innatentive
greedy folks
murderous folks
or madness
could I pull them apart
or would my fingers
just slide through
the illusion.

You have
Such warmth
Such compassion
May I have some
Could you spare
A spot of heart
I swear one day
I will do the same
When I can.

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.

Good times
On the team
Smiles for the crowd
We are one
And all
Who cast aspersions
Will suffer mightily
Smiles everyone.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

A painting
that evokes
either
claustrophobia
or comfort.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Simple embroidery
An elaborate  heart
sewn on your camo sleeve.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Harbinger says
the end is nigh
but it always is
each day it's closer
does that matter
why fear the inevitable
cause it's scary
some days.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

the end
a bland goodbye
no drums or drama
not even a curtain
just dull shades
a handful of people
expected more
for all that hassle.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

The words circle me
not like vultures
they don't care
what happens to me
it's possible i'm a vulture
waiting for the words
to fall upon the page
certainly no hunter
seeking them out
at the library
or wherever they flock
for the best really
all the best word hunters
are crazy or dead
which is awful.

fingers moving
eyes tracking
calm down
agh nerves
over stimulation.

Ill will indeed
to plot to plan
anothers end
would you please
think
of other things
not for me
but for you
unless it's just
for fun.