untrained
as in to remove
what you have learned
the wrong coping technique
I suppose you never forget
just learn something new
to cover it up
for however long
the new way works.

Some sentences
just jump at you
attack you
for some reason
they inspire you
to do something
not always
something helpful.

It isn't a hook handed crook
Tapping at your window
Just a tree branch
Just your imagination
Playing tricks on you
You'd know that
If you looked
Instead of just
Hoping it stops.

Light
hope
maybe
maybe just
a dull glow
that burns
fools so.

Play your song
And take us away
We'll leave our
Tiny town and
We'll drop our
Tiny issues for you
Play your song
And we'll follow you
Right off a cliff
It just sounds
So interesting.

it's not all lies
it's mostly
hyperbole
and figures of speech
that's arguably better.

I went to the city
and found that
the tough decisions
from home
were something to laugh at
when this place becomes home
will I laugh to.

kinda messed up
kinda like
all the other ones
but you know
in it's own way
supposedly the worst way
but that could be
simple hyperbole.

technically
lost more than a bit
celebrate
we didn't lose everything.

A noose of cars
waiting to order
waiting for orders
time is wasting
while the crew scrambles
"this is unacceptable"
the frequent flyer
reminds me.

I'm weak
I struggle
To resist
But not very much

When I give in
My face is frowny
But I hide a smile

I feel shame
But not enough
To make me change

I look for solutions
That aren't too drastic
Even though that's
What I need

When the going
Gets tough
I take a nap

but
it does
A sincere shrug
it is what it is
why is that?
because
of gravity?

Will my claims
Sway you
I don't think they will
Would more certainty
In my voice
do the trick
If you couldn't see my eyes
Would this be easier
Don't know why I bother
Except that I don't want
You to suffer.

Terrorism *****
But you already know that
People died
For such stupid reasons
And more will die
In retaliation
Mostly innocents
If we had no gods
Would this
kind of thing stop
Probably not
People ****
and People die
For all sorts
of stupid reasons
Maybe one day
Things like this won't happen
But I doubt it.

An old drunk
with a rusty pistol
took an age to the grave
probably for the best

Lowest of the low
Or so it seems
No shield of pride
Just immense
Uncertainty
No conflicting ego
To debate others
Even when they're
In the right
They don't believe it.

Oh the limelight
Desired by all
Except those in it
I suppose
It's human nature
To want to be known
And also so human
To regret our desires
For so many
When the light
Shines on you
We see too much
Or somehow too little
Which causes misery
And can ruin
The thing you loved
Not always
To be sure
But often enough
To make you wonder
If you still want it
Honestly just a little bit.

the poor dear
bit into a luscious
looking apple
and nearly choked
on the worm
living deep
inside it

Raiders took the temple
killed the priests
and looted the sacred graves
the gods had nothing to say
at least that the living heard
the raiders suffered losses
most still looked forward
to next years raid.

Whoa dude
You ooze poetry
So stay off the rug
That stuff really stains
And kinda smells
Of alcohol and something
Inappropriate
But your company
Is still welcome
You really do
Have A way
With words.

I have good excuses
for all my crimes
as a judge I know
who deserves and who
does not
so I will take
and give in the certainty
of my morale authority

the perfect device
that always points
to the truth
annoying then
thats it's so hard
to translate what it means
no wonder
everyone prefers
A GPS.

I find myself
with nothing to say
that is to say
unable to express
what I want to say
am I letting down my muse
or is my muse
letting me down
has it retired
to wherever mute muses go.

Decapitate me
if it please you
I will survive
what need have I
of knowledge
when I have magic
I challenge you
to rigged games
alls fair in what
I declare.

I love fighters
a beautiful tragedy
they battle
The way of things
by being
counter culture
or with simple bravado
and a knack for painting
I know they'll give
submit to the way
but for a while they shine
I do hope they succeed
but I don't think they will.

How much time
do you have
decades or days
how much of your allotment
have you used up
do you drink or smoke
do you live
heh asking you
like you know
all are days are numbered
but the exact number
is not for us to know
maybe for the best
maybe just to annoy us.

the new year is here
and I suspect
it will be much like
the last one
I would tell you
my list of resolutions
but I never bother
to make any.

Meat and bone
Much like men
But maybe
That's just to me
And my too
Dam literal eyes.

you looking at me
red dot in the darkness
ever glowing
ever staring
i'de turn you around
but that
would be crazy

That's what this is right
If I start to stagger
You'll prop me up
When the world
Is after me
You'll be by my side
My best friend
And confidant
This sounds so romantic
Unless your talking
To a mirror

The wind whistles
through the hole
in the center
of your chest
kind of annoying
maybe you can fill it
with Someone else's heart.

A giggle in your throat
as you discuss
the horrific mad mundane
thing
some not all
call the day to day
stop it
be somber
then people will care
maybe.

As I was preaching to the choir
It dawned on me
that an easily pleased audience
was quite nice
if not the best for growth.

wow
I didn't even
notice you
till you left
you did
slam the door
on your way out
that might have been it.

your system is madness
and I can't interpret it
where is your user manual
or a pamphlet at least
these errors almost certainly
could have been avoided
you will receive
a negative review on yelp.

I saw a monster
it wore khakis
and was of middling height
it hurt folks
with knives
with paper
with a cool detachment
and at days end
its family was overjoyed
to see they had returned.

It did
the thought died
for a time
Should i say
it was resurrected
who by
no one in particular  
someone special
able to bring to mind
long forgotten things
what a gift.

Death by stampede
all for half priced electronics
should just shop online.

An ill found everywhere
especially prevalent in society's
higher echelons
but the lower folk are not free
from its effects
do as I say
not as I do
perhaps its simply
a human foible
and no cure is available
aside from awareness
like so many woes.

A cauldron full of hate
seasoned with vinegar
and a drop of scorn
maybe a slice of egotism
boil for a year or so
in solitude and bile
and you'll have
the perfect troll
A golem
of ill will.

Something something
Very very bleak
Ill tides are always
Waiting at the beaches
Of our days
Or so it seems
Through my pessimistic haze
Some find succor in the past
All I can do is laugh
There must be a silver lining
Somewhere around here
Isn't there always.

Poor captain hook
He was but
A simple pirate
Looking for treasure
And he found nevernever
Now he is down a hand
And out of luck
Haunted by that flying
Puck.

makes you stronger
or weaker
depends on you
and what happens
sometimes
what doesn't **** you
leaves you in a coma.

A plain box
with an intricate padlock
quite mysterious
what's inside
a heart
gold
metaphorical treasure
you wont know
till the box is open
keep in mind
the box
will be nothing
once its contents are gone
except to cat's and box fiends.

I wrote you a letter
but it wouldn't say
what I wanted
So I stabbed it repeatedly
and threw it away.

You ever seen
Those ships in a bottle
Those are done by hand
Such precision
Such patience
It makes me want
To scream just thinking it
And that's the problem
You want a poem finely crafted
And all you get
Are chaotic ravings.