The ball is about to begin
Get your fancy coats
And your elegant gowns
Get your monocle
Get in gear
All the important people
Will be here
No winos
Or other disreputable folk
Will be allowed
So please come one
So please come all
To
The very very important ball
You will not
Be murdered and robbed.

You awake in the morning
You get ready for the day
You head out the door
And you see the paths
So many this way
That way any way
Is doable
Until you start to think
That path is too dangerous
Too rough
Too full of strangers
Too dam much
But worry not
There are always a few paths
Open to anyone
Or you could
just go back to bed.

Away false phantasms
you aren't real
you aren't even dead
yet you wont leave
just float their judging
like it was my fault
you know it wasn't
you know
mostly.

living in a hometown full
of haunting memories
you may want
to seek the exorcist
in the bar
mind you
you probably shouldn't.

What wouldn't I give

For a little bit more

Where does it end
The wanting
When you have enough
What is enough.

they did
albeit
not much of one
they got bored
so they found
another fight
it happens
maybe next time
will be different..

Those were the days
my days in my prime
just a handful of sand
done but i'm alive
because for to
dwell on better days
it would seem.

What sin is it
that desire to consume
consume for consumptions sake
isn't the feeling
not simple gluttony
consume cause you're empty
or at least feel empty
full to burst couldn't possibly
cram more down
but so hollow
surely I should float
what is weighing me down
poor tubby ****.

go away
your spot
is steeped
in bleak spirits
go kayaking
go running
do something
anything but
the same thing.

such sweets
that bend people
some may resist
but they are few
such things mean little
in the grand scheme
but that is very hard to see
from the gutters
and easy to ignore
hiding in palatial estates.

Just a dude
a big one yeah
but still
just flesh n blood
the real nightmare giants
are things you can't see
but can feel
things with power
but no head
to lob a rock at.

Sometimes
I ask myself
why
I never get
A good answer.

Happily ever after

then what

nothing eternal joy

so they died

No no
I just wanted the story
to end in good spirits
if you must know
they lived more or less
happily ever after then they died
their kids did much the same.

for a second there
everything was a tiny thing
easy to understand
but only for a moment
I think
honestly the memory
is rather hazy
probably a delusion.

Kinda overbearing
Always keeping you down
But it means well
It's there to keep you
From flying away
I know people who tried
To fight that force
They didn't win.

It clings to my fingers
This terrible filth
I can't touch you
Or you'll get it
I try to clean
But it spreads
Could I burn it away
Can I pray it away
They say no
They say it's
Here to stay
It's in my soul
But what do they know.

I'd bite off your fingers
if you offered A hand
its not an attack
just thought
you might fill my void
is that not how it works
impolite perhaps
the material
can fix the immaterial
so they say.

A sea with
No blue
In the plains
The grass sways
Keep the insects
From our view
It might be pretty
To add a dash
Of redish orange Flames.

It looks lovely
over there
all vibrant and lush
free of pain
free of trials
one day
somehow
we will live there
then we'll be happy
then we will be
fulfilled.

Good times
On the team
Smiles for the crowd
We are one
And all
Who cast aspersions
Will suffer mightily
Smiles everyone.

The grim reaper
Is most likely
An accountant
Glasses and
Business wear
it shuffles us away
Like numbers
Erased from a page
All so professional
No need for haunting
No time for reminiscing
You were here
Now you are not
So away with you.

You lost
One of your wings
You poor angel
Now you're mundane
Just like me
Just like them
I wonder
If you'll get use
To walking
you could still fly
the human way
but it wouldn't be
the same.

lowering slowly
that yellow blade
descends on me.

You should be intimidating
All big and tough
But no
You I fear are
Gummy bear
Not even sour
Safe for consumption
By any one
Also prone to decapitation.

It's too bad
that they exist
as if people weren't
dangerous enough
with just sticks and stones
recall them all as if
they're here
in tiny hands
in determined hands
and in shaky hands
they're here.

storyteller
tell me a story
it needn't be true
just something
to drown out
the droning sound
life makes.

half other
in some books
it goes down
as simply
not the truth.

there's a situation
I need words
straight from the heart
not necessarily mine
luckily CVS has
some prepackaged words
for any occasion.

There all messed up
These hands of mine
I have an image
In my mind
Of what they need
To draw
And what they make
Is quite off the mark
They don't build
Honestly they aren't
Even good fists
But there what
I have so I do
what I can.

I worry about you
You act like someone
Who's heart has been
Scooped out and replaced
With a lump of coal
Where once you had
All the feels
Now you're just cold
Is that
Being mature.

worth so much
and still worthless
since it won't pump
an ounce of blood.

You know hearts
Are not pretty
Their organs
Their functional
But so long
As you treat it right
It will serve you well.

I hope there is
No hell
Because you see
I have a heart
Full of petty spite
And a brain cloted
By perceived slights
To me a hole
Full of fire for
All of my enemies
Brings a bad
Sort of smile
And I hope
That if God
Is real he doesn't
Think like me.

A hero for one age
just another legend
these days
A trying life
all it took to survive
was godly amounts of brawn
is there a good lesson
somewhere in there.

"pity the land that needs them"
when things are going well
you don't need people
who go beyond the call of duty
when was the last time we
didn't need them?

the scars
on my arms
embarrassing reminders
he saw them
how can I defend myself
from the judgment
or the pity

You
you who
you who can read
inbetween the lines
will probably drive yourself crazy
discovering coincidental patterns.

A secret place
To escape everything
And everyone
The loving ones
The unpleasant ones
And those that don't care
Someplace quiet
Maybe somewhere
Over the rainbow
But really anywhere
Just not here
If only for a visit.

I remember you fondly
Though I probably shouldn't
When you were here
You were trouble
And had more
Than your share of flaws
But now that you're gone
All I remember are your pro's
Not your many con's
Even some that never were
I'm better off without you
But It doesn't feel like that.

I was going
to say something profound
but I forgot it
something about life
and how not
to live in bitterness
to forgive or at least forget
I wish I could remember it.

I got a holy cup
it holds
no sacred blood
or any sacred secretions
it holds
Dr pepper
the drink o the gods.

Ha silly
How benign
You do appear
But it's not true
You are quite savage
Too bad for those
Who knew too little.

sweet words get rewards
at least they do
when used at the right times
sometimes you need vinegar
rough words exist for a reason
fists can be a problem
sometimes you need them
but rarely perhaps never
and if raising them
is usually what you do first
then their's a problem.

Poor captain hook
He was but
A simple pirate
Looking for treasure
And he found nevernever
Now he is down a hand
And out of luck
Haunted by that flying
Puck.

Words words
They describe
The indescribable
Or attempt to
How do you
describe hope
Or it's lack
Closed tunnels
Shut doors
Darkened paths
How do I describe
This pretty thing
I'm not sure I ever had
If it even is pretty
Some might claim
It's hideous a lie
At least to those it left
Or the bitter folk
Who ignored it.

An oasis
hopefully
maybe a mirage
that can be seen
should one wander
into hell
it is if nothing else
A direction.

Run like the wind
enjoy the freedom
while you can
cars are faster
and one day
you will be corralled
neigh you may say
but tis true I reply.

how indeed
a practical solution
wouldn't it be fun
probably not
certainly helpful.

You look bad
Purple bruises
And a black eye
A sword through your chest
Gashes along your arms
How are you not dead
No matter what I do
You stay up
No matter what others do
You stay up
Why is that
Don't answer that
it was rhetorical
I don't care how
I'm gonna get a chainsaw.

I know the truth
Well
I know my truth
it's probably
your truth as well.