sandy shore
A spot to stand
peer out to sea
what lies beyond
I bet Siri knows.

You're too bright
Here put this on
Then we can
Associate.

It's stupid advice
I suppose
Since very few
Actually try to be miserable
Misery just arrives
Much like the tide
God i wish
I lived inland
Ah well
Just try to enjoy life
But don't be a hedonist
Think of other people
I know they can be
Difficult
But we're all here together
So we may as well
Be decent neighbors.

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.

A glance
By and large
Is not
A declaration of love.

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.

It went
poorly

Are swirly things
And monster faces
I'm not sure why
Perhaps it's a sign
Of discontent
Or an unwell mind
Could be drugs
Who can say
Not I
That'd ruin
The surprise.

You're no thin mint
But that's natural
People tend to sneer
Then you get eaten
Kind of unfair
Maybe a boar
Will gore them
That would teach them
Though you'll still
Be bacon.

Hiding in the dark
You can fly so high
But only when
No one is looking.

the stones
tied to your feet
are blessings
you could never fly
and this way the why
is quite obvious
so you needn't blame yourself.

Raised in a faithful land
I've heard the stories
And seen the (proof).

I have my doubts
so biased
so many versions
so many inconsistencies/

Yet still I believe
or at least
I don't reject it entirely

I tried
but
like that one song
that is impossibly catchy
my faith remains.

Can you see it
what could be
what is
through anothers eyes
through the peephole
in the words
is it pretty
probably lies
is it ugly
might be lies to
wanna another look?

fate is not
fond of you
you just might
be cursed
for all the trouble
you have faced
small issues
and big wounds
but your thread
has yet to be cut
you may be alive
simply to amuse the gods

They stole it
Is what they say
Is it true
Ehh
It hardly matters
All that matters
Is how it shines
That crown on an unworthy head
It's just wrong
Or so they say.

A skeleton
in my dreams
asked me why
my only reply
I dunno
it found this
unsatisfying
and proceeded to play
a funeral dirge
on its rib cage.

you've wandered
into the wrong realm
her majesty is irate
and your family
is quite worried
perhaps
some tea will help
or maybe an
occasionally invisible cat.

Remind me of home
just be something
I can hold
to keep the memories
from floating away
I lost or broke
the other things
dam mangler hands.

Your a fine minion
Bobbing your head
At just the right moment
To let us all know
You think all
The bosses plans
Are brilliant
Plus I bet you'd make
A good desk decoration.

Important issues
require eloquent speakers
people who can
rouse the crowd
or calm it down
people who know
how things should be
but they're all talking
about other things
should I say something
i'd probably be ignored
possibly for the best.

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.

how I serve
all my words
uncertainty
is my dearest friend
or maybe oldest enemy
either way
it's always around.

I'd be a billionaire
I could mine Your heart
And bottle all the feels
No **** you say
People would ******
For a happy day
But there are a million
Different pills for that
But no I say it isn't that simple
Horror sadness revulsion
Their is a market for all
If perhaps a niche one
The fees shall be exorbitant
What's that you ask
What will be your fate
Why don't worry old chum
You might be a tad hollow
But you'll be duly compensated
Minus certain expenses.

you're down
but not quite out
made of stern stuff
aren't ya
but don't worry
you won't have to last
too much longer.

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.

The shareholders
are quite peeved
you made promises
that appear quite empty
you've done this
kinda thing so often
I had to ask
these poor folk
why do you keep investing
you can't retrieve
what has been lost
but you can still flee
they shrugged and said
he has an honest face.

A rock
thrown in a rage
hit the other
nothing personal
except your existence
kinda irks me
I would feel bad maybe
if you were one of mine
why then I might
be willing to die for you
we need stand together
against the evil of this world
but you aren't for reasons.

You could walk
For miles
Till your feet bleed
In fact
And find
You're still in
The same
Dam town

Especially if
You walk slowly
And have the wrong shoes
Proper footwear both
Metaphorically
And
Literally
Is very important.

Aggravating

be you
you know
if you are pleasant
and you know
who you are

be me
if you can
at least be like me
we can all get along

so aggravating
be useful if nothing else
you might last longer.

Things keep breaking
things keep falling
and I fear
I am to blame
making poor choices
and saying
the wrong things
I fear
i'm just
too much the fool.

To be jolly
Fa la la la
You know the rest
Of the cursed song
A very hyped season
Full of fake cheer
and sales
I should dislike
on principle
But you know what
I really don't
I like Christmas movies
And Christmas lights
So to all
I wish a decent winter.

My you can drone on
your audience is apathetic
but quite polite
or possibly in a stupor
perhaps we could get
a different speaker.

you're like a battery
with no more charge
maybe we should
have given you more
time to rest
then there'd be
something left
but don't worry
you
can be recycled
I think
maybe just replaced.

I've seen grade A folks
and you aren't one
not even closeish
it could be okay
you have your place
or
you could try to be better
you may even succeed
though I'd wager
self improvement
for you is but a pipe dream
but what do I know.

Isn't it amazing
A little square
Can be
Surprisingly juicy.

Humans are ants
Humans are wolves
Humans are machines
all of these by degrees
we build ourselves homes
that restrict the freedoms we crave
so we destroy to build again
that can't last forever
but then nothing can.

Dripping dropping
If I was a narcissist
I might think
The rain was for me
But I can play
A sad song
And stare glumly
Out the window
No matter why
It rains
It feels
thematically
Appropriate.

A lot of things
all of which
can be ignored
a lot of which
should
be ignored
and some things
that people say
are quite important
and are probably
worth
remembering.

I will be
An accomplice
To your long
And drawn out
Suicide

I realize
How unhealthy
That sounds
But the alternative
Is so much worse

I think

I can't tell
what that gleam
in your eye means
is it madness
or all a joke
I have asked
and your answer
was less than inspiring
times like this
I wonder why I stay
probably curiosity.

people are a lot like
snowflakes
many similarities
but never the same
and in the end
we are weaker
than gravity
so eventually
we all find ourselves
in the ground.

sad rings
surround those
sapphires in your head
maybe some makeup
would clear that up
bad advice perhaps
but unfortunately
i'm all you have
for counsel.

I swear
You are programmed
To know the way
A GPS in your head
To show you what to do
You may not be the strongest
The wisest
Or the kindest
But God dam do you
Know the way home.

that didn't help
admitting the truth
things aren't worse
but they aren't better
maybe they will be
someday in the future
unfortunately
patience
isn't my virtue.

One day
You will burn
Be all you can be
But it will only last
For a short time
then You will be gone
And we
Will just have to
Move on
As we have done before.

They are bad people
Not troubled
Not less than perfect
Undeniably
Burn down an orphanage
Bad
And yet
They aren't totally unsympathetic
There methods are abhorrent
But there reasons are good
Nonetheless they must go.

Stretched wires mind
when they snap
will I get replacements
or just have to learn how
to enjoy being unstrung.

Thinking on his mighty works and despairing
I'm force to admit
to fear.

Specifically the fear of the eroding power of time
No matter how great one becomes
eventually
their impression will fade.

the greater you are the longer you last
but at some point all that is left is
a once grand work that is now just a mystery

But even before that you may find
your impression is all that is remembered
not you
just your outline one that can be shaped to
fit another's ideals or goals

but we small folk will never reach even those heights
the average joes and janes
their actions when in a mass can be great
but the individual is not.

And when all is said and done all that is left is time
through empires and dynastys
through dinosaurs and cave folk
through planets and stars
all that remains unchanged is time.

Slim new ones
Crawl along
The fragile being
Old ones expand
As days progress
Seems ready to shatter
Any day now
I'd wager.