it's busy haunting someone else so i'm afraid I simply have no pep in my step not much swagger either but that's due to my shoes good for the spine bad for the swag.
They are bad people Not troubled Not less than perfect Undeniably Burn down an orphanage Bad And yet They aren't totally unsympathetic There methods are abhorrent But there reasons are good Nonetheless they must go.
Don't trust your name To the fumbling Fingers of time They turn saints into devils And Devils into saints Also don't ******* The historians They can be petty Oh and never lose The winners write The history books.
All beginnings have an end All is finite And some Think this is sad Not really Nobody enjoys Things that last forever Day by day The amazing becomes dull It's just one of those human foibles.
Okay you're done You passed my test Yes indeed I wanted to know If you fit my definition Of Good people And you do So now You get to be My pal Perhaps even A confidante Aren't you proud.
when does hope die right before you do is probably the best case some live long lives with their hope dead A sad bunch resigned to the shadows they know the future it isn't good.
What you are doing Is wrong I know because I know I'm astride a horse of great height While you creatures walk It's okay though You may never join me I am happy to share My unsolicited advice On the ways of right.
A not so great Home A sign of Not being settled It has history no doubt Sure it's a place To lay your head But it just Isn't the same As an actual house.
what do you have nothing but my mind and even that only on good days doesn't seem fair does not but the beggar is a job as old as civilization at this point they're traditional what would the big city be without those sad souls showing you what you could be tomorrow.
Attack when you are afraid Attack or they will see your weakness that's the thing to do I think unless you want to trust to open up a risky prospect but perhaps worth it or perhaps not.
It's funny how You can feel alone In a crowd Even when those Closest stand near You're still all alone Or so it feels You're in a bubble You can see them Laughing and sharing So close yet untouchable.
Who is that creature I can hear the calm voice but can't see the body how can you be still in these shaky days are you calm cause you're joking are you an actor are you a fool can I be one?
All our hopes and fears Rest on their shoulders But they bear the weight With a smirk and wave The champions Stalwart defenders And grandiose fighters They never falter At least not When there's an audience.
They stole it Is what they say Is it true Ehh It hardly matters All that matters Is how it shines That crown on an unworthy head It's just wrong Or so they say.
Go away moon Your shift is over The sun will arrive Oh so soon To watch over us Go away to your Restful place And when you Come back I just might have Some new stories For you.
The office building from hell It stands two stories high and oozes malevolence inside the dead wait for you in poorly light rooms You may regret finding this accursed place.
Dam trees And crooked paths I've walked a few feet But it feels like miles The sun is obscured And God knows where The exit is But I wander onward Occasionally I see others Most look like me Lost a few though Seem well aware of Where to go Yay them.
Giving words As a gift What A poet thing To do I can't though At least not If it's true That the thought counts Cause none of my thoughts Are Charitable.
they fought at first for freedom then for glory eventually just to fight in the beginning they were worried then they were excited now they feel nothing one day it will end another will advance to take their place but not today.
Treat others as you Want to be treated This makes sense From a certain perspective But the obvious assumption Is you want to be treated well What if you kind of Want to be ignored To hide in plain sight What if you feel such guilt That you don't think That you deserve what's right What if your just not sure How to treat someone right Because maybe you weren't taught how Maybe a new golden rule Could be just try not To be too obnoxious Which is really the same thing At least in spirit.
All things look small In the big picture Such a lofty perspective Makes clear the unclear Any horror can be minimized It might be a wise view Unimpeded by emotion or bias But it isn't a kind one And it's hard to have Especially when a small view Is so much more natural And fits like a glove.
Decapitate me if it please you I will survive what need have I of knowledge when I have magic I challenge you to rigged games alls fair in what I declare.
A hand The same shade as space with stars as fingernails just floating or attached to the body cosmos god or just a dream who can say you if you want what does such a peculiar mitt do the same mundane things as you do maybe not who can say apparently one thing it does is guide us not overtly but it's there doing things bad and good hopefully it has a plan for our global tableau that makes up for the pain of existence not that it needs one what true artist needs to explain all of them arguably.
I took a quill and dipped it into the sorry inkwell of my soul I scribbled out the thoughts inside to try to understand and I find myself underwhelmed.