I'm weighed down
With angels and demons
The angels say go
The demons say stop
They are not good
And evil isn't right
The angel insists I live
However I will
The demons says
You should just surrender
They both make good points
Or maybe they don't
And I just hear what I want.

A river I love
Despite never going to Egypt
I live on the river denial
I denial so much
I denied reality
I denied sorrow
It has helped
A great deal
Or so I like to claim

A naked angel
and an ***** fiend
place bets on how
all this silliness will end      
not that either
really has anything
to wager with.

Vaguely
Seen from afar
The blurs dance
A gray kaleidoscope
If you will
Even if you don't
Is it an
Equal view or apathy
Does it matter
Would contacts
Make it better.

It's a funny word
Deserve
What do you
Deserve
What do i
Everything
Nothing
We get out
What we put
In that equals
Deserve
At least to some
Some are born
Deserving all
Or so a few claim
I could in theory
Decide I deserve
More than i have
But I don't have the will
Or the way
To make that matter.

I want the truth
but you know
you can't always get
what you want
so i'll accept A decent lie.

I tried drawing god
realistically
it wasn't very believable  
perhaps a better hand
could've done a better job.

Be normal
Force down those ticks
If you can
If not
Hide

Is one way
To be
Of course
There are other ways

Are they better
Possibly
healthier and wiser
For those
Smarter or stronger

But once you have a way
That works
It's hard to find a new one.

Their beautiful
And terrifying
Those rocks
In your skull
Everything goes in
And nothing comes out
They weren't always there
Once they were softer.

Thrown
with a prayer
the numbers will decide
how the night will end
will a rabbits foot help?

A lie
there is no
dignity in death
whether you die
on your back
or on your feet
you rot the same
but hopefully
it will bring peace
if nothing else.

Day by day
You waste away
I know why
But I don't know
How to stop it
The professionals give advice
As does everyone else
Yet nothing works
And still you fade
What can I do
What can I say
What will I do
Without you.

A young man
with a fake
long white beard
sitting to the side
giving directions
that make sense
in theory.

Be brave
And be smart
It's easy to be foolish
And believe your being courageous
The world can be scary
And fear is natural
Keep it in mind
But don't let it
Control you.

Just lie down here
Let me get my scalpel
And we'll begin
I have reason to believe
That all the answers
That I want
Are within you
Your lead line soul
Is quite tough
But with the right tools
I know I will
Begin to understand
And don't worry
This will only hurt
A bit ish.

talking just
to quiet the silence
is rather aggravating
at least to some
others disagree
they feel that silence
is rather distressing
and words are good
for any occasion
or even no occasion.

things do blur together
don't they
after a while
it all looks grey
it all sounds like static
and it all feels
like madness
kinda scratchy
headache inducing
it isn't I think
a myriad rainbow of woe
but after a while it all
just feels the same.

Such loyalty
you pledge yourself
You debase yourself
You don't falter
for your sake
I hope
your master cares.

I made a mistake
So I erased it all
And rewrote it
But I made a mistake
So I erased everything
And I drew it all again
But
I
Made
A mistake
So I put my pen down
Crumpled up
The nonsense
And cursed my muse

Once upon a time
There was a creature
A very inquisitive one
That was perhaps
Unwisely trusted with a box
Not of course just any box
But one that held
All the ills of the world
diseases rage greed etc etc
Or so the creature was told
It looked like any old box
It felt like it to
So the creature put the box away
never ever opened it
And lived happily ever after

Jk it peeked
And all the woe
Was unleashed

Fortunately aside from ills
The box held hope and other good stuff
Not sure what happened to the creature though
Might have been turned to stone

Moral of the story
I don't know
I guess
Don't press the red button
And don't give dangerous gifts
To the inquisitive and untrusting.

When you find
The right path
Whatever it is
Don't leave it
Don't forsake it
Once you leave
You can never
just
Go back
of course
sometimes
you only realize
you were on
the right path
once you leave it.

Harbinger says
the end is nigh
but it always is
each day it's closer
does that matter
why fear the inevitable
cause it's scary
some days.

fate is not
fond of you
you just might
be cursed
for all the trouble
you have faced
small issues
and big wounds
but your thread
has yet to be cut
you may be alive
simply to amuse the gods

Not really
experience has taught me
that voices can hold knives
and just because it's mine
doesn't make me immune
to the edge
So I choose
not to listen.

Your type
Is seen everywhere
Though no can prove it
A tough hide
And a fondness
For burning things
To the ground
I wouldn't wish
To get in your way.

Way long ago
There was a women
Pretty as a picture
Who caught a sea gods eye
They were quite smitten
But alas too open
With their affections
They angered another
The wisest of gods
Since gods are above Reproach
It was she who suffered
Under the wise ones wrath
Cursed to slither
For eternity
As Medusa.

Strange stuff
Where reality bends
And our deepest
Fears and hopes
Come alive
In my case
It's more fear
Than hope
Where spiders love
To leap at my face
I hope my dreams
Are not prophetic.

Hands at ten and two
I control my fate
so I'm told
swerve into oncoming traffic
cause a cacophony
go out on a high note
I control my fate
but where the ****
do I wanna go
nowhere really
being awake
makes me uncomfortable
I see why so many
choose to give themselves
to more certain Hands.

black pool
pull me down
fill my hollow chamber's
with something
words would be nice
good ones please
I would sacrifice my mind
at the inkwell alter
if only I could find
the right guide.

artificial syrup
flooding my veins
how did you find enough
to drown in
where there's a will
Dr P my main man
for medical advice
you aren't dead
so you must be good
full to the brim man
why
the locale water
tastes like mercury
it won't satisfy
but at least  you
don't buy bottled water.

nature friend
such spells you weave
astonishing views
and bizarre life forms
can your anteaters
and your Appalachian mountains
halt construction
I fear it is nothing much
In the face of progress.

I find myself
with nothing to say
that is to say
unable to express
what I want to say
am I letting down my muse
or is my muse
letting me down
has it retired
to wherever mute muses go.

Raised in a faithful land
I've heard the stories
And seen the (proof).

I have my doubts
so biased
so many versions
so many inconsistencies/

Yet still I believe
or at least
I don't reject it entirely

I tried
but
like that one song
that is impossibly catchy
my faith remains.

Resurrection and rabbits
sure
why not.

The fires rage
Then burn out
Only to be lit
By someone new
That sounds so familiar
****
it is a circle
Around we go
Where we'll stop
I really hope someone knows.

I can hear
The mocking edge
Of your excessively
polite words
Well
I think I can.

Rarely
does it truly
come down to two roads
often there are A hundred*
though they aren't always obvious
or particularly well made.

well you're here
I guess that should
be noted
but i'd rather not
I'd rather pretend
you never arrived
eventually you will
be announced
just not now.

I care
At least
To some extent
Perhaps
Not as much
As I should.

I will be
An accomplice
To your long
And drawn out
Suicide

I realize
How unhealthy
That sounds
But the alternative
Is so much worse

I think

Beware those
who tell you
to rid yourself
of worldly possessions
while wearing
Armani suits.

did the cage
make you a beast
or did you find
your beastly self caged
does it matter now
perhaps
to historians.

A green smoke
That fills your lungs
Till each breath
Is nearly choked
With jealousy
The things
That they have
And you never will
The talents they possess
That you can't copy
The people
That surround them
That you want to snub
It make you think
Things best left unthought
This noxious fog
Will be your ruin
Or it can be
If you let it.

Where
you rarely rest
a path upwards
fraught with danger
but it's not personal
just nature being nature
say you do it
say you make it
such a rush
was it worth it
you do know you could
have hired a helicopter
to drop you off at the top?

I walk the line
My line specifically
When that line
Went over the edge
I followed
Cause it was
My line.

I could see it
the thing
I truly desire
it was on the horizon
or so it seemed
but no
apparently
it was just
A shiny bauble
it would probably help
if I knew what
I truly wanted.

I threw a quarter
into the wishing well
and the well
granted my request
of course all I asked for
was a gumball
still pretty cool.

they mean nothing
to the dead
they may
mean something
to the living
either way they better
be good ones
if you want to avoid
the mob.