sometimes
it seems so wise
so full of good sense
a nice bit of advice
yet on a second
maybe even third
or fourth thought
I realize its madness.

which is to say
with all due respect
I hope to give
great offense to you
who is due no respect
in my opinion anyway
but you know
subtly.

depends on where you stand
some people never know
where to stand
the signs they say
are written in hieroglyphs
they tend to step on toes
and run into each other.

The first step to change
Is admitting you have
A problem
Be it an addiction
Or an obsession
Or whatever
But it really is
Only the first step
And there are just
So many stairs
But it will be worth it
Hopefully.

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.

Wallow in gloom
because all is doom
that's hyperbole
but that can be
rather hard to see
someone other than I
tried to speak
in a positive tone
someone else Else
pushed him down the stairs
and not I stopped trying
to lighten the mood.

It's very close
But no
It isn't it
If I close my eyes
It feels the same
Or so I can pretend.

Make love
Or a play
Or a sculpture
Or a strongly
Worded letter
Or an unhappy face
Or really anything
But another
Dam war.

A photo of a group
friends in the summer
I didn't know
you had Photoshop
way back when
for surely these summer friends
aren't the foes I see today.

in the darkness
anything is possible
and nightmares are probable
every sound is trouble
but their is a bright side
all your woes
are shrouded
at least until dawn
when that light pours inside
things are harder to ignore.

learn mindfulness
it sounds therapeutic
maybe you'll stop
spending all your time
stressing over dead seconds.

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

flip a coin
any coin will do
odds are it's
not sideways
could be
but probably not
odds are
lightning won't strike you
which doesn't help if you are
in fact struck
just makes you wonder
did you *******
the gods of luck
unless you have no faith
in which case
it's simply statistics
some one had to be struck
just your luck it was you.

Old figment
Which haunts me
Please stop
It's not healthy
To obsess over one
Who isn't in existence
The dream is based
On reality but
It gets weird as
Dreams so often do
I would like
To fall
for someone
Real
for a change.

Why do they
jump ship
we aren't sinking
I mean
the deck is messy
and the brig
is a touch crammed
but still?

The internet
A place of horror
And wonder
Sweeney Todd's barbershop
Next to Toys R us
In many ways a lawless place
With corrupt guards
And yet also a place where
all manner of wrongs
can be aired and addressed
I wonder at it's creators
Could they believe their eyes
At the place they have wrought.

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.

I have
Young eyes
Inexperienced
Eyes indeed
So why am I
Such a cynic
I've done so little
And seen only a bit
Maybe I have
Bleak genes
Maybe it's because  
I Know too much
Or it could be
I know too little
And am rather
Self involved
No probably  
Just my generation.

Not so long ago
it was thought
that you could
bleed away sickness
and technically
it worked since
dead people
can't get sick
oddly this idea
that bloodshed
is a good cure
for any problem
is still around
I couldn't say why.

It would be awful
To see it all
To know all the wrongs
Committed each day
Of course
All the good
Would be clear as well
But I have to wonder
If it would really balance out

A bug
with delusions
of humanity
be happy
ants
are better teammates.

I knew you
Once upon a time
We were close
Yet hear we are today
Nothing but strangers
What happened
Probably time
Maybe if I had tried harder
Things would be different
Or maybe not.

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.

Two steps
Three steps
Blue steps
So many and each
Is a start to an adventure
Or just to work
It's simple really
Just move your feet
And away you will go
Or just stand here
Maybe sit down you know.

you're the ruler
of all you see
of course
all you see
is sand and rock
and if you squint
maybe a scorpion
but hey
at least the rock
doesn't rule you
not that it could
it's much too meek..

More than a touch mad
Full of bugs and bile
the Oogie boogie man
A bag man of odd proportions
He hates Christmas cheer
And loves to cause woe
But worry not
For he has his weaknesses
His love of gambling
Will be his undoing.

Knock Knock
It's grim
here to say hi
a bit earlier
than expected
I wonder why
was it something
you did
or just bad luck
either way
you'll be opened up.

when opportunity knocks
some answer the door
and some close the blinds
so it can't peek in
either choice could be a mistake
those who answer the door
will learn with hindsight
and those who don't
can only ever wonder
what if.

The optimist
A person who always
Looks for the the silver line

A pessimist
The guy who's view
Is always obscured
With stormy clouds

And the realist
Who keeps an eye
On the other two
To make sure
They don't run into any walls
While their busy staring at clouds.

The futures in my
camera lens
it's rather bleak
covering up the present
the past can still be viewed
but it has this
rose shaded tint
and i'm all out
of lens cleaner.

Look look
At all the shapes
That your heart
Can take
A dove
A fire
A box
All manner of shapes
For so many occasions
That can't be healthy.

Tell me friend
where did you begin
who were you
why are you
the way you are today
was it outside forces
did you just adjust
to your environment
or did you pretend
to be something new
so long it stopped
being an act
I'm curious.

There they are
those folks
they stand around
doing things
things you dislike
possibly just to spite you

What to do What to do
you could freak out
but then you'll be on their radar
and it probably won't help

you could try getting to know them
learn how they tick
maybe they aren't so bad

or you could try hiding
under a rock or in plain-site
that can be very stressful
which is bad for your heart

Whatever you do
best be quick
cause their coming
over here.

The loop
is a crazy room
so many floors
that look one way
and are another
unfair really
the architect is crazy
it often seems
could just be natural.

Some people march
To the beat of their own drums
Very unique
occasionally impressive
But some people
March to the same old beat
But are just a little late
Their rhythm is off
They don't feel unique
Just
uncomfortable.

I threw myself at the sun
and right over a ledge
I thought it needed a hug
might have been a dream
or a prophecy
can't remember if I fell.

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

hey you kids
drop your phones
your gaming devices
and stop glaring at the TV

go outside
just
watch out for bears
and trucks
and don't forget
your benadryl.

As you tumble down
You may wonder
How did this occur
It should be obvious
But maybe it isn't
Did you jump
We're you pushed
Surely you couldn't
Just appear here
Maybe you stood
At the edge of a cliff
With the wrong person
You slipped and caught
The edge you asked for a hand
To lift yourself up
And you got a boot
To the head
Or maybe your dreaming
How should I know.

I have bad thoughts
I want them gone
But their terrible stains
Like grape soda
On a white suit
I have all sorts a chemicals
But they don't do the job
So I buy a tie
Get it just right
And pray no one sees it.

Tore down the banners
set fire to streamers
I was certain that behind
all the gaudy decor
was
was something more
all I found was a wall
it was something
but nothing much.

Ages ago
In land long forgotten
Or possibly Britain
There was a king
Not a bad one
Just a touch
Overly fond of wealth
One day he got a gift
A shiny lamp
He rubbed it
And bam genie
he was allowed
One wish
And what did he wish for
Why the golden touch
He tested on his clothes
And the walls
He was quite pleased
And clapped in glee
then turned to a statue
Since he didn't wish
To be immune to his powers
Moral of the story
Just wish for gold
Golden touch is overrated.

Quite thin skinned
And lacking in strength
A blank slate for us
To work with
Be careful though
They can still cut you
Not terribly badly
But still annoying
We can fix that.

They're people
Some are saints
Some are devils
Most are just
Somewhere in between.

you know
all the words
you need to
since
they're my words
and those
are the best
sort of words.

The world
Needs a better editor
So many flaws
And inconsistencies
I bet
The world
Would get way
More views
And likes
If it had
A better editor
And maybe
Some different actors
New director
Hmm nah
Too expensive.

get with the times
you're ideas
out of another age
will get you
only scorn
unless you're dealing
with weirdos that
are in to retro things.