Awake and Aware
You're something
special
if you can be special
among the multitude
you could just be
which isn't a bad thing
nothing so common
could be that bad.

I mean
I mean
words
the facts
specifics
in order
god dam it
out loud
I get so scattered.

you'r so special
no matter what I ask
you do that
and more
like ice cream
that always has
sprinkles on top
even though I kinda
hate sprinkles.

A solid word
What is is
And what isn't
Is not
A fact
Sometimes things
That are false
Pretend to be facts
Which causes confusion
Among the masses
But worry not
In time all will be revealed.

I love you
like a brother
when all is well
when all goes wrong
I have trouble
remembering your name.

Lucifer was much too human
always striving for more
he should've known his place
it would seem
Easy to believe a king
would write such a story
or have someone write it
as the case might be.

God dam it
You owe me nothing
You never asked for my faith
Yet still you had it
When I thought about the best
You were it or dam near it
But you failed
You've proven me wrong
And though I know
That your only human
I hate you for it.

The people
who live at the bottom
see me coming
falling till I hit the pile
to reach the bottom of that
would be quite the feat
Do I look like a falling star
rather more pedestrian
A drop of rain
failing at filling
A pit of despair
pit of despair
like a well of toxic sludge
surprisingly natural
will I be broken
when I hit
did I fall
because
I'm already broken
time will tell.

Oh bright bits
Way up in your home
You do so much
A guide
A light
A simple pretty sight
It always brings me down
When I hear
That one of your own
Has fallen
The remains
Picked over by we
I suppose that's a reminder
That nothing lasts forever.

my mother always told me
if you want to be
A good father
watch Steve martin.

I asked the devil
What will this
Get me
He said
Anything
On the bottom shelf.

my bad
I meant no offense
it really *****
when you say
the wrong thing
or make the wrong move
with no real ill intent
but still cause offense
all you can do
is give
your apologies.

A warning light
That isn't a shame
The problem
Is when you let it
Blind you
Don't stay in the dark
Just keep it in mind.

Not much
Then anxiety
Then waves
Of apathy
Take me under
I have mediocre lungs
So I can only stay submerged
For a little while
I tried to stay longer
But nature took over
Ah that desperate
need
For life
And I felt anxiety
Once again.

forever feels
like an hour
with nothing to do
but twitch and think.

Your wild
outa control
but don't worry
we'll civilize ya
make you
right and proper
whatever that means today.

or freeze
as a defense
it lacks
nature or nurture
my father was a brick wall
my mother
never taught me to fight
that explains it right
Fight or Flight
or
be a deer
headlights
such an enthralling sight
white light the way to heaven
right.

everywhere
is the fight zone
at least unofficially
even those
who sit in the aisle
aren't necessarily safe
they're just safer
which is better
than nothing
I guess.

So well made
Tailored clothes
Perfect hair
It's all most real
But it isn't is it
No pain
No panic
No pleasure
No blood
No bile
Just well shaped plastic
And a chiseled smile.

when the music blares
And you keep talking
I make up your lines
You say really mean things
when I can't hear you.

Well they're gone
You said leave me be
And leave they did
They weathered your rage
And your sour moods
As long as they could
But even those closest
Can take only so much
Why did you do it
Are things really better
Maybe you just
Didn't know what else to do
Maybe you can replace them
Or get them to return
But no those bridges are burned
And I doubt your strong enough
to rebuild on your own
Ah well
What are you gonna do.

it's quite lovely
dancing in the moonlight
swaying with the breeze
such potential
for trouble or joy
for now it's caged
in a circle of stone
I should've brought
marshmallows.

this is actually
a way to deal
with forest fires
which is surprising
because often
when this is tried
in a metaphorical sense
you just get
third degrees burns.

It was smashed
The fragile pieces
Scatter and splatter
All across the floor
The sound was heard
Maybe not by the world
But definitely throughout
The wonderful prying
Neighborhood
But It no longer flickers
So that's a win.

change is hard
change is good
change is natural
change is up there
with death and taxes
as unavoidable things
only children fear change
I've heard
put my head to the sander
not the chopping block
neither is a first choice
but I can stand some pain
for some good change
I think.

Symbols of death
At their best
Thry're plucked
And put on show
In the stares
They perish
Second
by Second
Maybe you
Should just
Leave them alone.

Keep your eye
On the prize
So simple
Oddly difficult
Dam it.

Paranoia inducing
thuds echo
through the walls
they're right behind
according to the sounds
evidently not
claim my eyes
dam rice paper walls.

It can be easy
to say
I forgive you
but that's only half
of the battle
the hard part
is meaning it
it's a fist
that just won't
unclench.

I don't remember
I really don't
Is what I would
Like to honestly proclaim
But I can only
Spew it as a lie.

be smart
as the hunters
are on their way
you know where
the safe places are
who are the hunters
things bigger than you
what else matters.

You raised the dead
Though not very well
The thing you resurrected
May breathe may even walk
But that special something
Just isn't there anymore
I suppose it's stuck
In the grave.

An idea
it means
what again
do as you will
within reason
but what's reasonable
never mind we all need boxes
clearly defined borders
we can rail against
not perfect but surely
it beats uncertainty.

Do as you will
You know
within reason
no that
won't work
hmm well
be free
be happy
or if nothing else
please
be quiet
in your discontent.

Cold cold
Love for my fellow man
I know not
Such chaotic goings-on
I miss my cell.

don't just
toss away
what you earn
it may be all
honey and wine today
but those days never last
keep something saved
for when it rains.

Keep an eye out
for safe spots
each jump
a risked life
patience
might just reward you
with a path home.

Moving ever forward
So far as we can tell
Each moment
Is worth as much
As you make it
Your seconds
can't be replaced
So I would say
treasure each moment
But realistically
You'll probably
Have a lot of moments
I'd be hard to treasure them all
Especially the sucky ones
But do what you can.

in stasis
metaphorically
time will take its toll
even if you call
time out.

I have a relative
That was accused
Of being possessed
I doubt she was
But I'm not surprised
I have never met
Anyone else
Quite so despised.

Chop chop
And cut and dice
So much fun
Can be had
With naught
But a cutting edge
And some easily
Sliced material
Unless your against
A mess because
For sure
There will be
Confetti.

What would you see
If you could see
The you to be
I fear it would be bad
But I'm very negative
Perhaps a butterfly
Finally changed
Or a version more worm like
Than the present
And I wonder
What they might say
To the you of today
Something inspiring
Or perhaps horrifying
Maybe it's for the best
That we won't know
Until later.

My bad
sorry
words so hollow
even if you mean it
what's done is done
will they seek recompense
we can start a feud
can always run
how far is far enough
hope I know it
when I see it.

Roll the dice
and pull the lever
make a wager
you may win
but probably not
the deck is stacked
and the house
usually wins
but in theory
you could succeed.

people make
for bad statistics
statistically speaking
you will all do
such and such
and most of you
feel this or that
but the percentage
that will not is
pretty dam high
yet we tend to operate
under the assumption
that the numbers
in our heads
are all there are
that what is
is so simple
but so often
it isn't.

the world goes on
as you shatter
no matter why
the sun follows its course
so get it together
pick up the pieces
and put yourself back together
not for the apathetic world
but for yourself.