The shareholders
are quite peeved
you made promises
that appear quite empty
you've done this
kinda thing so often
I had to ask
these poor folk
why do you keep investing
you can't retrieve
what has been lost
but you can still flee
they shrugged and said
he has an honest face.

You're never
Too young to die

Too young to drink
Too young to ride
On the biggest ride
But I know of no law
That says you must be
This old to get to the other side
Besides the unspoken law
Of common decency
I couldn't say what
These words are worth
But you may want
To keep them in mind.

fuzzies buzz
little benign
looking things
those fuzzies
nothing like bees
more like roaches
infesting the mind
they don't want out
simple things fuzzies
they dine on drive.

follow us please
we will leave
this place
and make a nest
somewhere better
That Place will be heaven
a physical location
this place
could have been
if not for our kind.

Lost in a mental whirlpool
I'm drifting away
With nothing to anchor me
I wonder could you keep me here
Would you want to
Maybe I'll find someplace nice
Up in the clouds.

Wide eyed wonderment
poor city slicker
seeing something ancient
for the very first time
it is
something special
you get used to it.

Why do they fight
I know some
Do it for money
Some for love
And others for their God
But I wonder which
Excuse is best.

It's amazing
Your silver tongue
Isn't burned by the venom
You spew
I see people swayed
By your passion and your volume
Sheep I want to scream
Turn away from this snake
But I don't
And they certainly won't
Among your most insidious flock
They find acceptance
And learn of the fun
Of mob justice.

A figment made of iron
that equals a million lives
there is no future
without a past
it ensnares some
offends others
and some
realize it simply
is the beginning.

we are going
going somewhere
forwards mostly
getting ahead of myself really
but if I linger too long
I fear the passengers
will attack me.

There is no dagger
Quite like betrayal
Its poisons
Infect fond memories
And the scar it leaves
May never go away.

Oh spider
teach me cunning
so they never
get the best of me
and teach me how
to laugh away pain
when they do any way.

Bubbling cauldron
Of the unconscious
Produce something nice
Or if your feeling generous
Helpful
All I see in the dark
Is vagueness.

you know a lie
when you hear it
A Lie
Is Anything
that competes
with your truth.

For the record
I did nothing wrong
I simply watched
I was recording for evidence
Now here it is
They did it
May I have
Some coffee
And clemency.

It can be a strange
Thing that makes
So much less sense
Then what things
Appear to be
And sometimes
It's simply a great deal
Less palatable than a lie.

It's stupid advice
I suppose
Since very few
Actually try to be miserable
Misery just arrives
Much like the tide
God i wish
I lived inland
Ah well
Just try to enjoy life
But don't be a hedonist
Think of other people
I know they can be
Difficult
But we're all here together
So we may as well
Be decent neighbors.

Look at a painting
Perhaps the Mona Lisa
What is the most important part
The famous smile
The paintings frame
The paintings price
No you see
It doesn't have
A most important part
At least not to me
Every part is needed to make it
The painting that it is
Though of course others
Might well say something else
They'll say the smile
Or the price
Or something else
They may not be wrong
But that's how opinion goes.

thanksgiving is coming
a day of feast
a day of thanks
a day similar
to Christmas
in that family's gather
to drunkenly dispute
all manner of things
plus football
woo!

I don't carry my home
and i'm more chartreuse
than green

Metaphorically though
I have some very turtlish
qualities

I retreat to my shell
when confronted
and i'm low on the food chain

I'm wary of those who fly
they might pick me up
only to drop me
and **** a tragedian

I hate lettuce
though so
do snapping turtles
eat meat

not important
so ah
**** turtles.

A portal
to other worlds
that
can inform and amuse
or a horrible brain leach
depending
on who you ask.

fingers moving
eyes tracking
calm down
agh nerves
over stimulation.

Up there on that wire
I teeter and totter
I keep to the middle
And try not to fall
Either side would like me
But neither would be good
For my health

Up high I see much
And participate in none
Yet I have friends in both
Who tell me tales of wonder

If I joined one
Or the other
Would anything change
I'm just one more number.

doubt in myself
and in others
has it's fingers
wedged deep
in my brain
a small opportunity
is knocking on my door
and all I want  to do
is crawl under a rock.

Who cares
I do
and who cares
about you
I do
it will have to do.

Terrorism *****
But you already know that
People died
For such stupid reasons
And more will die
In retaliation
Mostly innocents
If we had no gods
Would this
kind of thing stop
Probably not
People ****
and People die
For all sorts
of stupid reasons
Maybe one day
Things like this won't happen
But I doubt it.

tell me
who I am
if you don't
i'll have to decide
I might decide
I love pain
or math

I have no brother
well technically
I have two
but i'm not sure
if they really count
they're my dads kids
and i'm my moms son
should they mean
anything to me
They could be dead
for all I know.

here lies
someone
maybe someone
who was lost
maybe one
who was hidden
now just bones
no tears were called for
It was just a number
in the end.

Night has fallen
in this wilderness
the moon is hiding
The stars seem dim
the fire is out
wolves are baying
the other prey
is hiding

fortunately
on the horizon
is a light

not swooping firefly's
but an oddly bright
porch light
not exactly sunshine
but it will do
to guide me home
take that mother nature.

I have no name
and have thus
been dubbed
nameless
occasionally sir
sometimes bud or honey
nouns of vague description
for a vague guy.

Anxiety and fear
such a happy couple
they make their home
in your place of strength
and make you such
a wretched coward
unless you excise them
before they get comfortable
but they're a sneaky pair
they often fail to notify
before they take up residence
you could
remove them
once they've roosted
in theory.

progress so often
takes forever
a little change
year by year
until you look back
see things as how
they used to be
and you realize
all things considered
that was actually
pretty dam fast.

put on
your sun mask
otherwise people
will stare and
break out the pity
don't worry
if your mask is cheap
no one will call
that bluff because
no one really wants
to know.

I want to mock you
You may even deserve it
I don't know
You probably don't
But it's quite amusing
At least it is for me
But I resist
That urge
Even if only just
Because if you have
Only ill to say
You should say nothing
Supposedly.

you're like a battery
with no more charge
maybe we should
have given you more
time to rest
then there'd be
something left
but don't worry
you
can be recycled
I think
maybe just replaced.

warrior angel
here for a job
to pluck warrior souls
from the killing fields
and carry them
to killing fields
where no one dies
and everyone drinks.

technically
lost more than a bit
celebrate
we didn't lose everything.

An old memory
of beautiful music
tainted by the knowledge
that the skill was learned
under duress.

The thing is
I need to do something
but I need something
to begin .

There's nothing here
It's like a dessert
Sans the sun
I was hoping for more
Maybe some lunar citizens
To borrow some sugar from
Or space monsters
But no nothing happens here
Although
I can still gather moon rocks
I bet NASA will pay a mint.

My mind wanders
often to places
i'd rather not be
you might say
it
has a mind
all its own
very meta
and aggravating
but whats a body to do
meditation perhaps
maybe some mindfulness
Ah such grand choices
there are other options
of course
but they are
a tad grim.

If I could travel through time
I might try to prove my theories about society
I might save knowledge lost to the ages
I might start an empire
I might start a religion
Or I might just go back
And find today's lotto numbers.

Cosmic forces
rarely bother
to ***** their hands
bending the minds
of earth dwellers
I would assume
more than enough humans
happy to do it for them.

I don't trust you
they say I should
but I just can't
my shields are up
when your near
but I can't avoid you
or everyone will see
and i'll be the one
in the wrong
******.

It's all over dude
The end was nigh
And came then went
So now all we have are
Sand and ruin
Oh and roaches
Nothing kills
Roaches
There are some people
They are unwell
Civilization is a dream
Of the past
But I'll be honest
What hurts the most
Is that all the Wendy's have closed.

We fend off the dark
With artificial light
since the real stuff
is finite.