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.

A white fog
seeps into your brain
it whisperers sleep
things need doing
but nothing you
can't do later
fog should be
chilly and damp
but this is warm blankets
on a winters day
it makes a good case
but when the fog
rolls away
it might be too late
to do
what should've been done.

wow
I didn't even
notice you
till you left
you did
slam the door
on your way out
that might have been it.

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.

Little people
in your ball
I am your lord
I make it snow
and cause quakes
I say
and no one cares
those inside are quite stoic
and those on the out
seem quite condescending
a sad lord am I.

Yes so
So what
A look askance
Am I really asking
Anything
Or am I just
Using a question mark
Inappropriately?

I lose
Once again
Typical
I tried
But that
Was yesterday
Today is a new day
And I'll try again
Maybe today
Is the day
Probably not
But
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
I tell myself
Again
And
Again.

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

yes except no
yes now
no later
things happen
we react
sometimes
our reactions are distressing
but we can excuse those acts
cause things
except when we can't
then no one knows what to do
and justice is served
you know
sometimes.

if it isn't real
it can't hurt you
but words do
thoughts can
things with no matter
can matter a great deal
seems unfair.

collapse
the days weight
is a bit much
the doorbell rings
I try to rise
I can't even open my eyes.

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.

all things arguably
for one reason or another
such a pain
deciding who to trust
look em in the eye
they say the windows
to the soul
dam foggy windows
I say.

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up
The lanky boy
And on his head
It made a nest
Weaving a web
In between threads
Of curly hair
You'd think
He'd notice
He did not
Surprised his girlfriend
When she ran her fingers
Through his hair
He's bald now.

I bled on the office floor
I spilled blood for my company
those drops weren't worth much
but it sounds like something
it did make me realize
as little as I cared for the blood
I cared less for the work
So I quit
to no great applause
or apparent concern
HR only knows
how many drops
there have been.

small accidents
mean so little
in the grand scheme
unless you keep
a tally in mind
of how many
small accidents
have happened
you get a pretty big number
does that mean
they're suddenly worth tears?

I'm weak
I struggle
To resist
But not very much

When I give in
My face is frowny
But I hide a smile

I feel shame
But not enough
To make me change

I look for solutions
That aren't too drastic
Even though that's
What I need

When the going
Gets tough
I take a nap

Training at the feet
of the experienced knights
so one day you
can be a hero
it should be simple
rescue the damsel
fight the dragon
and one day
you'll teach a squire
of your own
but it isn't like that
all your mentors
say different things
the damsel may not exist
and dragons are just
the most obvious threats.

Ow
They walk
On top of you
In single file lines
You could stop them
You could prove
You aren't a sidewalk
But you'd have to speak up.

Standing up
To hatred
To discrimination
To all kinds of horrors
Is a requirement for change
If no one says anything
And if no one does anything
Then nothing will change
Which is easy to write
But the doing
Now that is quite hard
Since the first to stand
Are the first to fall
But someone has to do it.

Shiny friend
Please share
Your wisdom
Resting as you do
So far above
You must have
Some sagely words
For the likes of me
I'm sorry
I know of your vow
Never to speak
But is there another way
For you to teach.

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

look at them
they're the staring post
built to take all the glares
i'm sorry if
your new designation
is not to your liking
I don't make the rules
I just look along
with the crowd.

you know where
I currently reside
it's the same place as always
I never move my perch is safe
so my abode need never move
you may be like the wind
always on the move
just for movements sake
but I am stone
as eternal as anything can be.

Granite figure
you have no words
you could absorb mine
just for a time
no one else need be
subjected to my monologue
and perhaps
i'll find peace.

stubborn soul
keeping your smile
as the grinder try's
to take it off
you must
have been forged
out of some tough stuff.

Crafted for servitude
freed by happenstance
brought down by loyalty
a new kind of freedom is experienced.

I have a plan
Well more of a notion
It's like a plan
But less complete
It's quite masterful
Even with those holes
You know kinda
Sorta
Okay maybe not
I just need one more part
Do you have it?

somewhere over the rainbow
is a land of adventure
in technicolor
I'd like to go
leave this dull gray limbo
but i'm not sure how.

Tiny threads
Deep inside
Keep the creature
From falling to pieces
When stretched taut
Those threads
Can be played
Like a harp.

Serene as the seas rise
pleasantly detached
as i'm swept away
be a shame to wake up
just in time to drown.

Your dying
From self inflicted wounds
Not a knife or a rope
But the things you do
They'll be the death of you
It's not my place
To tell you what to do
But I really don't
Want to watch you
Die
So please
Just
Stop it.

Your trapped
You can kick
You can scream
But it's pointless
Cause your going nowhere
Probably

I suppose escape
Isn't impossible
Per say but it is
Quite unlikely

Sooo good luck
With that
Hahaha ha ha.

I scraped some words
Off of your brain
They were odd
I think there's some
Kind of hidden meaning
Though it's possible
You were just babbling
People say Strange things
When you poke
At their brains.

people are tough
and yet soft
were all literally
made of the same stuff
yet some seem like iron
while others could well
be made from cloth
life and nature
probably drink
when they craft us.

quite handsome
with a bouquet
for all the ladys
and some of the men
most are overjoyed
to hear you're
heading to town
chasing away lady winter
especially if they have
no allergy's or memory
of those pyro tendencies
you possess.

So bright
So out there
Your talent
for reveling things
I kinda hate you
even if it's unreasonable
I'd blot you out
but
that's impossible
for now.

Ha
can't blind me
these new shades
will hide my eyes
I mean
they will
if I can remember
the last place I left them.

Whoa dude
You ooze poetry
So stay off the rug
That stuff really stains
And kinda smells
Of alcohol and something
Inappropriate
But your company
Is still welcome
You really do
Have A way
With words.

What do you mean
just what you think
and
what I think
but that's personal
so I'll keep it to my self.

All that's needed
just keep from drowning
or do we need more
something to spice up life
thats probably why
we have gods and toys
what would we have
if we threw those away
each other
A scary thought
some disagree
but they might be crazy.

Chilly day
Still I sweat
Under that
Heat lamp gaze
I never tan
Just burn
But still so cold.

They said
so I did
stole the moment
while they watched
I don't think
they wanted it anyway.

I remember
How things were
At the end
In the courtroom
A crowd arguing
So fiercely for custody
over remains
Why
for money
Or just old times sake.

that paranoid ramble
that angry mutter
that sad sigh
is that all me
well
you're the only one here
it could be ghosts
or the devil
but it was
probably just you.

some people
talk to themselves
no matter how many people
are actually in
the conversation.

Just let yourself fall
into my numbing eyes
all is well calm blue oceans
allow my monotone
to carry you
to fields of apathy
you may not feel happy
but you won't feel bad.

beware it
for within
lurks danger
dangerous danger at that
you should take
a friend along
when you traverse it
two heads are occasionally
better than one.

Adventuring we shall go
To new lands
There shall be danger of course
And we may never return home
But if we do it right
Great rewards shall be ours
And if the gods are with us
Our ship won't get wrecked.