Those were the days
my days in my prime
just a handful of sand
done but i'm alive
because for to
dwell on better days
it would seem.

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.

Good enough
I guess
It's in their eyes
they expected better
and they didn't
expect much
stupid mirrors.

People do such
Silly things
They slaughter
And they maim
They burn
And they accuse
Then they look
At these actions
And call them
Heroic or
If their forward thinking
They say such things
Are inhumane
Can an action
Done by humans
Be inhumane
Such silly things
Humans do.

if it isn't real
it can't hurt you
but words do
thoughts can
things with no matter
can matter a great deal
seems unfair.

I hope there is
No hell
Because you see
I have a heart
Full of petty spite
And a brain cloted
By perceived slights
To me a hole
Full of fire for
All of my enemies
Brings a bad
Sort of smile
And I hope
That if God
Is real he doesn't
Think like me.

What weeds
cannot be taken out
none
all things
can be shaped
to perfection
depending
on how you define
perfection.

One of those Things
that
just happens
It feels intentional
Like it's karma
But I'm not sure
What I did wrong.

there's a situation
I need words
straight from the heart
not necessarily mine
luckily CVS has
some prepackaged words
for any occasion.

The ocean
able to retain secrets
in our well surveyed
day and age
so much life
schools
and krakens
do you dare
explore it
while you can.

thanksgiving is coming
a day of feast
a day of thanks
a day similar
to Christmas
in that family's gather
to drunkenly dispute
all manner of things
plus football
woo!

Under the ice
The old gold ruins lie
Haunted by the twisted
So much to loot
For an enterprising traveler.

as that
the unknown
can you assume the worst
if it's predictable
without that extra jolt of surprise
can it be the worst possibility.

once upon a time
these folks were chained
locked up tight
in a deep dark cave
but one got free
he maybe she
left the cave
and found the light
awed they felt
everyone should see this
so they returned
and
got killed
strangled by chains
but their corpse inspired others
so
it wasn't all in vain

living in a hometown full
of haunting memories
you may want
to seek the exorcist
in the bar
mind you
you probably shouldn't.

I don't remember
I really don't
Is what I would
Like to honestly proclaim
But I can only
Spew it as a lie.

like a vampire
in reverse
sans the blood
stakes and
presumably
fear of religious artifacts

you mean normal people

yeah those weirdie's
beware them
they're really loud

what is
the power of a god
like superman
A bit of everything
well A lot of everything
what is enough
depends on the consumer
probably.

Victims tomorrow
the problem
with removing a body
from the throne
is that the chair is still there
waiting for another ***
get rid of both
they'll just stand on the table.

A thousand maybes
In every soul
You could have
Been great
You could have
been loved
You could have
been so very much
Or maybe not
Maybe you are
What you are
But you certainly
Could have tried.

A worker collapsed
move the body
send in the next
it happened again
rinse and repeat
till we run out
when will we run out
no time soon
we offer minimum wage.

half other
in some books
it goes down
as simply
not the truth.

You look bad
Purple bruises
And a black eye
A sword through your chest
Gashes along your arms
How are you not dead
No matter what I do
You stay up
No matter what others do
You stay up
Why is that
Don't answer that
it was rhetorical
I don't care how
I'm gonna get a chainsaw.

tell me
who I am
if you don't
i'll have to decide
I might decide
I love pain
or math

I don't really worship
I just need
A scapegoat
Something
To take my
Many accusations
And not try
To refute them
Sadly such
A self-aware
Religion crumbles
Quite quickly and
I'm left with my own
Accusing voice
Ringing in my
Silly skull.

Vaguely
Seen from afar
The blurs dance
A gray kaleidoscope
If you will
Even if you don't
Is it an
Equal view or apathy
Does it matter
Would contacts
Make it better.

Don't trust your name
To the fumbling
Fingers of time
They  turn
saints into devils
And
Devils into saints
Also don't *******
The historians
They can be petty
Oh and never lose
The winners write
The history books.

where did everything go
where once stood
such fine architecture
there is only rubble
red dots the land
and the lady moon
just looks down
on the creatures
she sees
you just know
that arrogant sun
will hear about this
in the morning
and those celestial rivals
will laugh and laugh.

They say that like it's a bad thing
Like once upon a time
No one wanted things
Maybe there was
A simpler time
But then again
they couldn't
Have those things
Does that still count.

I fear the night
not for the nightmares
that lurk in the dark
but simply because
it's too close to tomorrow.

Great orator
how can you be
so afraid of people
and still so convincing.

Literally anything
limited only
by your imagination
and maybe
your good taste
but ******
I find myself writing
the same thing
again and again.
maybe because
I've yet to say it right.

I can't honestly say
I know how things
should be
I could lie
But you know me
Just well enough
To see through that
but for comforts sake
We could pretend.

I went there
for justice
silly me
all I found was clowns
and A Ferris wheel.

it's pitiful
in the darkest places
there's a light
it illuminates
so very little
really it just
accentuates the darkness
and eventually it burns out
fortunately/sadly
there's always another.

Not much time
for society
to take you in
but about enough
to keep them
from getting bored
don't be angry
all things hot
must cool down.

shiny pearls
and
oddly shaped rocks
whatever the reason
I find my eyes caught
attempting to decipher
what you have to say
but sometimes
I get it right away
yet still feel compelled
to ponder more.

not the same thing
as defeat
move back
and give yourself time
to think
but don't take forever.

Solved
no more plight
well
solved
like a band aid
on a dam
A really big band aid
at least we aren't
currently drowning
tomorrow people
can deal with it.

small talk chit chat
same old same old
say something new
what can I say
that hasn't already
been said
nothing comes to mind
but god dam it
has always been
a favorite phrase of mine.

**** the mailman
the bad news bringer
make it look
like they crashed their car
before dropping off the letter
do it to the next one to
and the next
till they stop bringing bad news
and just send you an email
then smash the computer
and build a nest in the crawlspaces
hide till the end
eventually
THEY'LL
get the message
probably.

A hand
The same shade
as space
with stars as fingernails
just floating
or attached to the body cosmos
god or just a dream
who can say
you
if you want
what does such a peculiar mitt do
the same mundane things
as you do
maybe not
who can say
apparently one thing it does
is guide us
not overtly
but it's there
doing things
bad and good
hopefully it has a plan
for our global tableau
that makes up for
the pain of existence
not that it needs one
what true artist needs to explain
all of them arguably.

unseen ropes
connect them
they have no weight
no width
or so it seems
folks just walk through
it is no bouncers rope
yet it has an effect
when they are slashed
people notice.

Awake and Aware
You're something
special
if you can be special
among the multitude
you could just be
which isn't a bad thing
nothing so common
could be that bad.

You have a rather
frowny smile
are you a sad clown
or do you just
look funny when you cry
if you knew the future
would you be here
or would you have just
given up or gone
A different route.

Twisted maker
with a muse of wrath
is that what you are
oh mangler
or are you just
incompetent
you saw beauty
you wanted to recreate
but you can't
you haven't the knack  
you haven't the heart
we may never know
we may not care
your art
does have a certain
macabre appeal.

Surprise
Smiles
good intentions
sounds so ominous
should've put it
on the schedule.