Hop on a schooner
and depart
this accursed ground
I saw an old map
that said there be dragons
I couldn't find them
on google maps
so I will discover them
I might need
A few sailing classes first.

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.

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.

*******
knocking down
some one else
just for jollies
possibly to work out
internal frustrations
i'd say karma
or the people
will get you back
for this behavior
but it never stopped you before
why should it now.

Such a fine fellow
Always handy
With a pillow
And kind enough
To aid in escaping reality
If only for an hour
Or eight
He can be cruel
Staying away
Keeping you awake
Maybe just so you know
Not to take him for granted
Could just be stress
Keeping you awake.

Their tiny and red
those *******
hate filled
cherry tomatoes.

I fear
That I can't take
A photograph
With you
It's nothing personal
But you see
Cameras steal
A bit of your soul
Every snap
Of the lens
Removes a smidge
Of your immortal essence
And what with
My already meager
Amount of soul
I simply can't afford
To take a picture
With you.

It would be difficult
to travel the brier patch
that life can be
without collecting
a few scars
ether on the body or the mind
maybe if you did get
to the end of the path
without at least a few scrapes
it would mean
you never really lived.

I disliked them all
I hated one or two
It wasn't personal
And they never knew
And I'm out now
So I guess
It doesn't matter
But I'm dwelling
On those lovely school days
When I was much younger
So much yelling
So much hate
It made for a poor
Learning environment
Then I got
To public school
Those weren't much better
I was a half hearted student
Who pretended to care
That was the game
Pretend your learning
All you need to know
And you'll pass
I wasn't bullied
Nor did I bully anyone
But the system still stung
I don't know why
But now I'm out
So I guess
It doesn't matter.

I'm no
entomologist
so I don't know
if you have veins
but if you do
treachery runs
in them at least
according to the stories.

once upon time
there was a dude
his names irrelevant
he walked his own path
and was proud of it
one day
he ran into a tree
it was right on his track
he says to the tree
"outa the way"
the tree didn't care
and kept on treeing
the dude repeated himself
to no avail
so he starts to scream
in a very masculine way
for the tree to move
he only stops
when his voice gives out
the man is loathe
to leave his path
so he just starts climbing
he cared not a whit
for the trees great height
so up he goes
he makes it
and finds on the other side
nothing apparently
a tree marked the end
of his path
undeterred
the man walked on
to who knows where.

Tighten them please
the bolts in my head
they say loosen up
but I know madness
is no blessing
it separates

it separates
don't you want
to be unique

whats unique
about pain

Types of
ways of enduring

sigh

Scrub scrub scrub
Till I see blood
Out dam spot
I say
But it doesn't work
And it never goes away
The water burns
And my hands are red
Why can't I get clean?

I'd like to find
a special land
where everything
is just
a little quieter
where the residents
aren't so chaotic
a place preferably
within walking distance
all I can think of
is a monastery
or asylum.

Whatever you do
There will always
Be someone better
Than you
Some hear this
And decide
Never to try
Others
Simply
Take that as a challenge.

To be honest
I don't think
we will ever meet again
at least not in this world
perhaps in the next
if there is an eternity
to wander about
we'll stumble upon each other
not sure what I would say
or what you might
which of course is why
I don't just
look for you here.

It's pointless
And unhelpful
To pity yourself
As well as irritating
And now that you know that
I'm certain
You will never do it again
Probably.

do want something
so badly
you
would sell your soul
would you bleed
would you do anything
for it
maybe maybe not
if you do
I hope it's really worth it
I hope time doesn't show
how immaterial it was
if it's a person I hope
you don't find out
their a lie.

What's the sound
Of reality fading
In and out
I think it
Should be woosh
Like electric doors
I'm out I'm in
I'm in I'm out
Nightmare landscapes
And gum drop forests
Then grey walls
And a feeling of
Impending doom
I'm out
I'm something.

sarcastically
a parody
obviously
if you sounded less
than absolutely serious
it wouldn't have been funny
unless you weren't kidding
then you're scary maybe tragic
still kinda funny.

Kinda creepy
Those dark things
That hide behind you
Those shadows full of lurkers
We shine our lights
To rid ourselves of them
But they're stubborn
And when the lights go out
The shadows will be ready.

The perfect shape
Is what I seek
Through trial and error
I shall find it
Even if you must suffer
Don't worry it will
Almost definitely be worth it.

Ya sharp toothed s.o.b.
A whiff of weakness
brings you running
all I need to avoid you
is keep to land
but I love swimming.

So I call her girl
She has many chores
To keep her world
In the right order
She isn't my favorite
Creature
Even though
She is one of the few
I truly know
I think one day
She'll disappear
To where she'll go
I couldn't say

Leadership
Clearly isn't for you
And a loner
You surely aren't
Where are you going
You trust someone else
To know
Of course if you did
Strike out on your own
Odds are
You'd be eviscerated.

Your kinda hollow
I went to lean
And fell right through
What happened to you
I know you had more inside
Once upon a time
It was life
It was love
It was what what
that hollowed you out?

my fingers will remain
in my ears
until you shut up
stop proclaiming
those terrible things
I know they're lies
everything is
as it should be
the pleasing voices
assured me of that.

White nationalists on the lawn
not really new
my neighbor proudly waves
A confederate flag
but they aren't on TV
trump was unhelpful
monocles fell in surprise
we can all agree
on nothing
nothing new.

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.

how could I say no
principles
will principles help
will they stop
people from doing
the terrible things
they are so fond of doing
I don't know
is ****** the best solution
hate and fear is mostly ignorance
can't we teach a better way
probably not.

You're so full
Of sweet sugary words
I am amazed
Your teeth
Haven't rotted away
But no they're just
As shiny and white
As they ever were
Good for you.

what do
sick minds think about
getting better
gore galore
something crazy
maybe chicken soup for the soul?

What inspires you
Pop culture
Society
Those swirling ghosts
That haunt your mind
Whatever it is
I hope you don't lose them
It can drive you crazy
when you have no words
Or maybe you should
If your draining out the toxins
Maybe one day
You won't have anything to write
And things will be all right
Maybe
Maybe not.

humans are trying
what is
is so debatable
I sometimes pray
robots will put us all down
do we deserve that
have we earned that
is the person next to me
neutral good or evil
humanity is
humanity
is
certainly something.

I like shiny things
If I could
I would bedazzle myself
With rubies and emeralds
Diamonds and sapphires
All real of course
If only I could
I would look so cool
At least In my opinion
But alas I haven't the funds
Or if I'm being honest
The courage
A suit of precious gems
Would receive so much
Undeserved mockery
I fear I couldn't stand it
How sad.

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.

one dimensional
at least
from my perspective
and honestly
do I need
more than that?

Take an idea
boil it down
and spread it around
it's done so readily
some forget the whole
and it makes you wonder
should you share knowledge
if you can share only a bit
they fill in the blanks
with whatever
and ruin everything
or twist it just enough
to make a mockery
the worst do it intentionally
most really just don't know.

devilish delights
indulge in sin
and you'll regret it
maybe probably
if you're caught
all things
in moderation
and you'll be
something
maybe just a *****
I can't endorse
giving away your
moral choices
of course
as a fan of sloth
and follower of envy
I would say that.

Once upon a time
A man from Greece
Upset the gods
How
well who knows
They were an irritable bunch
So he was cursed
Not in life but in death
Cursed to roll a stone
Up a hill
Not so bad you might say
Expect that the stone never stilled
At the end of each day
(Or underworld equivalent of a day)
The stone rolled back down the hill
And to this day he deals
With that accursed stone
Ever rolling.

Hey Yoric
do you
know more
than me
does your being
headless provide
you with knowledge
unknown to me
I know weird question
but your unique perspective
Won't last forever
so i feel i should ask now
there may not be another chance.

your thoughts are clear
which is goodish
but you have thoughts
that are probably
best left unsaid
and you'll say em anyway
your also a poor liar
which is good
for everyone else.

******* your so high
and very big
yet so small
you know comparatively
I can reach you
in a metal bird
and surpass you
in a rocket
but only for a time
eventually I return
to my proper place
while you remain
up there
****.

Sleep now child
Your day is done
But remember to rise
The next day will be here soon
And if you aren't there
Someone will notice
And be very displeased.

Go to sleep
Don't get up
I would if I could
But your bad vibes
Keep me here
In the rocky land
Of consciousness
Yes your bad vibes
Your Ill will for me
It's totes unjustified
And really loud.

weary is accurate
reading sad stories
can be such a drain
the news
more dead people
justice still only a dream
foreign affairs
****** and tense
same old same old
should probably
stick to fiction.

So tired
The sheep
Are singing lullabies
But I must stay awake
Things to do
So many things
and people who
Would be
most displeased
If I were
to drift away
Ah well.