build them up
knock them down
you can build
whatever you can imagine
and you have
the skill to build
kinda frustrating
so many pieces
maybe just a wall.

you can't change them
if you tranquilized them
you could paint them
But it would just flake off
However people aren't leopards
they can change
sometimes
even for the better.

I KNOW
i know
but maybe
i need another
just in case.

I fear that
long after
all the flesh
leaves my bones
i'll still be holding on
when angels call
i will hold on
when friends try
to pull me away
i will hold on
I see my fate
I'd close my eyes
but it wouldn't help
i will just
keep holding on.

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.

They don't change reality
But sometimes
They seem to.

What does it mean
What is the point
I don't know
To each their own
I suppose the goal
Is simply survive
And try not
To make everyone else
Too miserable
Since that would decrease
Your odds of survival
Many enemies
Can make a short life.

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.

Waiting
Searching
Finding
Dieing

Except for some
Who skip a step
Or two.

so what does it matter
what we do
one day we'll wake
and find
and find
something
heaven
one engineered
by humans
or a god
mayhaps
we'll just stay in bed
warm blankets
always brought more comfort
to me at least
than the claims of prophets.

its so lifelike
kungfu grip
brushable hair
and light up eyes
but its still
just
a silly Pinocchio.

You know
the world is amazing
waterfalls
rainbows
birds o paradise
just tons of cool stuff
you hear sad things
and read it on the news
it's easy to forget
that such things exist.

The candle is out
The darkness is here
Covering you up
Like a tongue
On a small piece
Of candy
Dissolving you
And sometimes
Not even bothering
To really taste you.

Somewhere in between
Heaven and hell
Is a place called earth
Where the devils
And the angels
Walk side by side
And can't always
Tell each other apart
It's an interesting place.

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.

that red juice
that flows through
your veins
may just flow
in others
your relatives
that makes them special
a certain bond
or so it's claimed
but I know
it doesn't have to.

Made of words
Made of thoughts
Fragile as anything
Made of air can be
Little boxes
we all live in
Houses and trailers
Shelters and literal boxes
Can we blame other people
They're in boxes to
Of course we can.

Little needles
they pop in and out
to jab me the spine
oh so often do they appear
they have no will
no particular intent
certainly not one
I can control
so just deal
is what I must do
somehow
maybe thicker clothes.

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

They are waiting
For you to be done
Then they'll swoop in
With eager faces
To crack you open
And devour
What you have inside
And when they're done
The last bits of you
Will be thrown away.

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.

eminently lickable
possibly crunchable
with a tootsie roll center
mayhaps
you my friend are slim
with let's be honest
kind of a big head
you are unhealthy
if only to a minor degree
you make me think
of Dr Freud.

It went
poorly

Fate doth loom
above me like
a loon holding
Damocles's sword
or so it seems
in this lighting
shadows like
to **** with people's heads.

The world
is crumbling
and that TV in the window
looks dam good
irresponsible
possibly
but we could be dead
in an hour
or so it feels.

Would you get
looter mentality
if your world
started to crumble
perhaps
perhaps not
it's only hypothetical
for now.

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.

That isn't the point
you should know
you started this
it therefore
behooves you
to remember it
why you started
and where this is going
If you do forget
there may not be
anyone to remind you
just F.Y.I.

A curse
A blessing
A simple rush of hormones
All these and more
Are descriptions of love
A simply obscenely complex topic
The most popular of topics
Among artists of all kinds
From Shakespeare
To johnny cash
To well half the poets
On this site
I wonder if any one
Can truly do it justice
Such a powerful thing
That has lead people
To ruin and bliss
Can we really capture it
With words or paint.

fear of this
fear of that
fear of them
it spawns
the best tales of horror
even better than reality
which has
more often than not
such unexciting horrors.

or at least tolerate yourself
you can run from anyone
but even in the deepest hole
or the farthest countries
you can't escape you.

It's not *******
In case you were wondering
No this is love
familial or otherwise
That is just too much
They care
They care a lot
And there is no where to run
too little love and affection
Can make people crazy
But this kind will
Make you wish
For a place to hide.

Ooh you got them
Those eerie
Lurker eyes
Eyes we expect
To peep
With feet
We expect
To creep
No doubt
Corners and vans
Are where
You hide out
No doubt
Your thoughts
Are insidious
Maybe you
Should stay away
Ya creeper.

Questions questions
So many
I can't answer
They drive into my brain
And nothing comes out
But rage and more questions
It makes me wonder if their
Is one
A good answer that is
There is a good answer
Somewhere I'm sure
Probably.

Cut to the quick
with plastic knives
you are weak
and not
in fighting trim
on the pro side
you go well with toast.

Too much mercury
in your soup
now the world
is all Topsy turvy
nah
it was always twisted
but now you can see
though I don't suppose
that's any real comfort.

No magic here
Just science and madness
I know it's so
I really do
Yet it sounds lovely
And it catches my mind
Do I have a genetic predisposition
To thinking about magic.

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.

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.

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.

As eternal as mountains
so
not eternal
but certainly
quite long lasting.

Be
A real man
not
A tall Pinocchio

The early show
Cheap tickets
For the big screen
Full of stars
Popcorn aplenty
Another tally mark
Against one more day
Worse ways to **** time.

So very complex
hormones
and loving glances
roses and all that
what is best
might well be desired least
and sometimes the best
is destroyed
ah well
at the very least
I hope you end up
with someone
who won't break you.

one day
you stop making
stupid kid mistakes
and start making
stupid adult mistakes.

Slow motion
the stumble
trying to grab at air
then the fall
down down down
the sound
A muffled thud
better off than a turtle
but not by much
I have the image.

Deep in cold storage
You hang from your hook
So cold and well preserved
Waiting to be taken down
Thinking someone will help
Someone is gonna fetch me
Any time now
They won't.

health in a jar
or words
maybe wine
lots of wounds
lots of remedys
nothing works
for everything
but laughter and time
usually help
to some extent.