I knew a holy man
in a sense
I knew him
as a child knows their pastor
I wasn't told the gossip
and we didn't share stories
I knew what I was told
that he spoke the word of god
god was rather dull so far as I could tell
maybe the pastor just had no passion.

Cakes Cookies Croissant
apple fritters
pie
so many choices
frosted or not
mayhaps sprinkles
ahh the calorie laden
sons of *******
Each bite
another nail
in your double wide coffin
accursed gods
wheat thins for everyone.

take pride
in the rock
on which you
happened to be born
even if that rock
finds you distasteful
and you didn't choose
to be born there
it's the only rock
you will ever have
unless you know
you move or such
then feel whatever.

A restful moment
amidst the chaos
it never lasts
and can be false
but when its truly here
the wise savor it.

We go together
Like peanut butter
And jelly
Because you see
I'm allergic
To peanut butter
And I hate jelly.

I see you sun
Rising up to watch
Those of us below
I see you and
I think I know
Why you were worshipped
Why you were feared
Such power you hold
And you Don't
Even know it.

Making up for
what you have done
community service
apologies
things of that sort
like paying a bill
I have done this
so I will pay that
but are some crimes priceless
are some so wrong
that the theoretical penance
would be impossible to pay.

Ooh back and forth
You do swing
At least until
I cut your string
Then we'll know
What side your on
And no more
Back and forthing
For you.

Ah look at you
so cute
in your suit
how mature
how
sophisticated
i'm sure
that everyone
will take you seriously
when you share
with us
your plans
and intentions
here take a fish

Such chaotic creatures
They crave order
Only to find
It isn't there kind of order
It isn't quite the thing
But if you change it
Just a bit it will be perfect
At least according to some
Others will find fault
And so more alterations
Will of course occur
They feel order
Is meant to be malleable
Not getting that order is stone
It's tradition
and that may not be
what they really want.

People
They do
People things
For people reasons
It's a mix
Of animal instinct
And enlightened notions
So surprising and yet
So very typical
They do change
But not fast enough
To keep up
With their tech
Or so it seems
to at least
one person.

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.

The social tango
an important skill
in almost all
walks of life
alcohol can help
you fake it but
only for a time
in the end
you either got it
or not.

It's a lie
There is no perfection
All things that are
Are flawed
But we persist
And some things
Just a rare few
Are dam near perfect
Which will just
Have to do
Or say some.

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.

polite faces
crisp people
the right sort
for most occasions
a shallow appraisal
but so long as that mask
stays in place
we'll embrace you.

Green rider
ride away
from me and mine
not just disease of the body
god forbid
in you're wake
as your herald
panic
who needs that.

all together now
we march along
shield to shield
safe from harm
but soon
we will split
become a bunch
of ones alone
simply
targets.

I doubt
material wealth
means anything
in the afterlife
on the off chance
that I'm wrong
bury me
with my books
and my plastic owl.

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

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.

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.

The sun is retreating
It almost looks
Like he's bleeding
But he'll be back
On the morrow.

An invisible cloud
Sweeps into town
Without word
It sets to work
Infecting the townsfolk
with a particularly devious
Set of germs
Better close your doors
Better call the cdc
Cause prayer
Won't cure it
And fire only slows it
When the plague
Comes to town
The people tend
To panic
So better not be odd
You'll be the first
To see blame at your door.

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.

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.

What The ****
Nature is weird
The order of it
Seems like madness
Perhaps order is false
Perhaps there is only chaos
Mayhaps I'm simply rambling.

pain and suffering
on the stage
i'm no sadist
but I dare say
it is quite riveting
is that so wrong
it's not even real
well not for me.

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.

I have
A toxic little bottle
I wish to serve you
possibly with tea
to mask the taste
it will **** you
but so slowly
the difference
is nigh unnoticeable
if you don't
I won't just
slip it into your drink
when you aren't looking.

Thinking on the city
of ash and death
I realize things
really could be worse
I could be frozen
in my worse moment
instead
of moving through them.

You ever feel
Like a poorly made doll
Stitched together from
Bottom shelf cloth
and spare parts
There almost certainly is
Someone out there willing
To give you a hug
But it would be awesome
If you could look
In a mirror without flinching.

Say the right thing
which was what again
good morning is a good start
but
that is too
cheerful
i'm not here by choice
can I complain
that would be natural
No normal people are polite.

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

An unearthly wail
Echoes across the town
It comes from a metal monster
Always spinning in its
Predetermined track
While small fleshy things
Climb all about it
And other angsty fleshy things
Draw all manner of things
On it
The poor accursed monster
If you got loose
Many would suffer.

Stacks on Stacks
of aluminum cans
empty now of even dregs
could bury a lot of things
under that light weight.

If I string
A bunch of words
Together
Is that a poem
Or just
A bunch of words
That no can eat
And isn't very pretty
Does it need salt
Or more butter
Or maybe
Some paint and glitter.

staring ahead
into the void
or at the painter
sometimes I think
you're painted eyes
are following me.

when you're strong enough to stand
you will discover
how easy it is
to sneer at those
still on their knees.

I will stare at your nose
When I'm talking to you
Unlike your eyes
It doesn't show
A fun house version
Of myself.

No good deed
Goes unrewarded
You brought illumination
To ancient humanity
And in return you got
Tied to a rock to be
An eternal last meal
Maybe you should
Have sided
with the titans.

Anything can sound silly
death threats from the weak
and admissions of love
from sociopaths
the height of hilarity
a squeaky voice
will do a good job
at stealing the strength
of any sentence.

silly marionette
your plastic
and cheap wood
you know so little
maybe you
should just
hand me your strings
I will get you doing
all you need to do
and maybe
one day in the future
i'll let you stand
on your own.

how can anything
be everything
so many parts
in each puzzling life
is it healthy for anything
to be everything
depends on your anything
depending on who you ask.

What again
are we testing for
I hope not perfection

no just boring truths
or total lies
maybe puns.

Whatever will be will be
Or so says Doris day
I heard that song
So long ago
Sorry if I butchered it
But it still rings in my head
What will be will be
Is it true
Is it false
Should it be
Comforting
Or is it an excuse
You aren't in control
And what will be
Will dam well be.

There we are
bantering
chatting
discussing

when all of sudden

you start giving
me a look full of
***

And I realize
I no longer know
what were disscussin

So I start backtracking
but I know I've lost you.