He sat on the sidelines and waited
Watching the people go by
Neither was he loved nor was he hated
But only a quaint passerby
From where he was he saw all that happened
But said nothing all the same
He was an onlooker who always looked onward
Quietly from the stands cheering on the game

I believe that evil comes about when man is hurt
A type of hurt that burrows far beneath the skin
And straight into the heart.
As anyone knows, when a man is cast out
He will do anything to prove himself to those who hate him
Perhaps that is where the greatest of evil men came from
At what point was such a deep hurt cast upon them
That broke them to a point of proving themselves again
From there, that anger would bubble into vengeance
Vengeance to violence, violence to the ends of all those he wished to prove himself to from the beginning.
An evil man is a broken man
Broken from the moment he accepted he would never be held
Accepted he would rather be feared than loved
Because from that same fear, that is where he had found his strength
For that is all he ever knows
Driven on by the coals of his own self deceit
This once broken man stitches the parts of himself together again
And from the ruins of his own soul he pours his cruelty and madness
Madness to force the world to accept him as he creates his own role
Uncaring, he grows numb toward the death
The destruction he causes becomes his creations
Because those who broke him never let him believe
That his hands could ever conjure something great
So he brings his wrath upon them instead
And dies a little more inside every day
Possibly without knowing it any longer
That he became the very thing he hated most
And like any evil man
His actions must be accounted for
Because though he had been broken and battered to the floor
It was he who let himself sink below and let anger fester
Feeding the demons that nipped at his ankles
Perhaps he is as guilty as the doubters of his gifts
Perhaps the world creates these men for a reason
To show the people just how dark it can truly be

Many argue, the ways of good must be adorned
Upheld and carried out
There is always place for love or forgiveness  
The earth too small for anguish, burning
But alas, they are deceived
For how would man know what evil is
If good need not exist?
For who would villains fight?
For what would they fight for
If no one opposes?
There shall always be good
As long as there is perspective
As long as there is man
The constant battle shall continue
There is no end
No end to this madness

Many argue, the ways of evil must be washed
Away and smothered out
There is no place for malice or hate
The earth too small for anguish, burning
But alas, they are deceived
For how would man know what good is
If evil need not exist?
For who would heroes fight?
For what would they fight for
If no one opposes?
There shall always be evil
As long as there is perspective
As long as there is man
The constant battle shall continue
There is no end
No end to this madness

Moss now grew upon the school door
Creaking as it twisted open upon my arrival
Only dust accompanied my descent
Setting sun rays filtered through the murky halls
Straining past the discolored windows
Pieces cracked beneath my steps
Trees had grown and clung to the walls
Wind whistled with the breeze
Steps echoed as I walked
Bouncing along the long narrowed halls
Leaves crackled, jostling as I crept along
Wood moaned and ceilings groaned
Water softened the once sturdy frames
The building wanted to die
Yet something kept it up
Something evil
Forcing the tired school to stay ***** deep within the wood
As if holding it up, dangling from the trees
Hanging
I could feel them
The eyes
Watching me as I walked down the rotting hall
Behind me I felt their little hands
Reaching out trying to grab me
Pulling my feet
I saw their faces
Twisted agonized faces
Shaped by the contorted wood on the walls
Wailing
Frozen with the fear that now gripped this place
Shadows danced along the setting sun
On the walls and across room
I past the classrooms
And in the corner of my eyes
They stood
Black figures made of shadow
Strung along
Black wiry bodies
With only two bright eyes
But when I turned they fled
Back into the walls whence they came
I reached the end of the hall
To where the stairs still stood
I heard a tune come from the basement
But stopped suddenly as if inturupted
The sun had now faded to gray
Only a scarlet tint colored the halls
Bleeding from the walls
The basement was dark
As I neared the bottom
The door still stood ajar
To a blackened room
A cold rush met me
Behind me they gathered at the door
I could feel their stares
Their cold blank stares
With mouths wide in a constant scream
I propped up the rope
And stepped up on a powdered box
And fell
The noose around my neck caught hold
And I kicked
But as I spun they were right there
Silently screaming right in my face
And I screamed for just a moment
As they grabbed me with their little hands
As they choked out their killer

The hands of the expert move in delicate fashion
Like the wings of a swan across an icy pond
To him he just breaths, slow and drawn out
Concentration thicker than any steel
His hands cracked and chiseled
They fit perfectly into the workers setting
Like grease in a car shop
It wouldn't make sense to have it
Any other way

Glass hangs above his nose
Like birds upon the perch
Waiting and watching his every move
He doesn't smoke
His work acts as his drug
The toiling with the trinkets
Each part installed
Like a piece of him desperately
Needing to be put back into place

A slow tick dictates his life
Like the grandfather clock that chimes
His days are filled with time
But never is he satisfied with his work
Racing with the second hand
Vaulting over the minutes
Meticulously fiddling with the hours
The final gears are set in place
He winds the newborn with his hands
Pinched around its heart
And begins to beat so soft
So gentle
Tick Tick *Tick

A content man is the happiest man who never knows it
But perhaps he never should
For the content man is the middle man
Not the worst
Nor the best
Which makes him the only one
Who can truly be happiest
For when the dam breaks
As the water washes away the best of us
And carries the worst out to sea
Who is Left?
The content man is free
Observer of those who fail
Observer of those who succeed
Watcher and onlooker
The one who will always be
But never forgotten
Neither mightiest foe
Or courageous under dog
Can ever be rid of the content one
Forever shall he be
Forever shall he reign

The saddest villains are the broken boys
Not the tyrannical foes
Whose life came crashing
And days fell apart
So they turned on the world they once loved
Kicked in the shins and pierced through the heart
Bleeding and ignored these boys lay
But up from the ashes
The ruins and guilt
Up from the fire that enemies spread
Meant only to burn them and dust would they stay
They've conquered their hearts and shut out their souls
Broken all ties with the good days of old
And so they do toil in spite and forlorn
With every bad deed a new villain is born

They said, my life, would never bother me
Though rainy and fleeted
Quaint hearted I would be
I laughed, I cried
I took life for what it'd be
But fool I had been
For a second to believe.

I woke, one day
Not tucked inside my bed
But yet, I dreamt
It had all been in my head
Like colors, abound
Perhaps it'd been a dream
It all, looked fake
Slowly drifting off like steam.

I walked, the road
Dusty as they came
And carried, my load
Myself I had to blame
The green, had gone
And now had only grey
Forever, this world
Bound I'd always stay.

The night, had come
But stars would never shine
Just black and cold
To me it fit my crime
I dug, my hole
And took my sweetest time
And laid, awhile
Just laying there I cried.

The cold, came in
Slowly eating me
I'd died awhile
Just bones was lost old me
I saw, my hole
Of where it used to be
For a rose, had grown
And I was finally free.

They came like fire, like brimstone from the sky above
With a fury that painted the landscape black
Soot and ash coiled in the wind
Bodies charred and mummified, pompeii
The wails of the unlucky filled the sooty, choking air
As if it wrapped around your throat squeezing life from your lungs
I looked out over the razed hell before me
The broken glass and crumbled buildings like sand
Ground did shake as screams came from afar
The cry of a shrouded beast
Echoing forever, for it was etched in my memory
Splintered wood dripped with red syrup
A twisted arm sprawled from beneath a toppled house
A rumble sent tremors through the rubble
Through my body it brought me to my knees
Our city burned
And all was lost
For today
The Titans had arrived

I saw the moonlit paradigm
Bestow a shining glare
  Upon the seas and tempest
   At which I did stare
    Below the calmness of the skies
     The waters churned and growled
      But still above the deafening cries
       The moon sat still like owls
        The wisdom of the moon
         A shimmering reminder to the sea
           That though it churns and destroys
            Commanded by the moon it shall always be

At first he wanted peace
Second he wanted safety
Third he wanted justice
Fourth he wanted laws
Fifth he wanted power
Sixth he wanted loyalty
Seventh he wanted dominance
Eighth he wanted cities
Ninth he wanted the country
Tenth he wanted the world
Eleventh he wanted war
Twelfth he wanted triumph
Thirteenth he wanted it all
Fourteenth never came
Much like the peace
He so desperately
Wanted

She stood their still

Like wayward tree

A weeping willow

A weeping woman.

Whose branches bore

Those salty tears

And caught the rain above.

Alone within the meadow

All the other trees had gone

So I ventured out

And grasped her tight

Reassuring her all was well

Reminding her all was right

A cloud brushed past where I sit.
It floated across the window pane
Billowing past my roof
And over head it slowly shrunk until it twas no more

A second cloud came and flew on by
Slower than the first yet still
It wafted right thru the gusty sky
And dissipated close to where the other left

A third cloud came but never reached the spot
Where the last clouds had reached before
And this one died without ever leaving
The cozy view from the window

A fourth cloud sighed and carried on
The slowest of the set
But as it wandered above my roof
It grew to massive size

Finally, the fifth cloud came
And looked at me and cried
Perhaps it cried because it knew all to well
That like clouds, we were all the same

Like clouds we all floated away in time

A boy stood solely
With his back to the sun he cast a shadow
Arching, twisting and blotting out the light
He held his toys in his hand, his momentary joys
And through his tears, through gritted teeth

He cursed the world who had done him wrong

But past that hate that deafening rage
Around that shriveled grudge
He had made his choice
He had picked his lasting seal
For on that day the young boy desired only destruction
And to this path the toddler ran

For it was the only way he knew how to get home

Tearing through the beaten path
A route taken by his father
A route taken by the wolves
The boy, to his delight, finally found what he was looking for
But in his malice
And in his undying hate
The quest for destruction stole even that away from him

And ripping his home out from the ground  
He was left with the only things he had carried
But discovered something that made no surprise
He was only left with carnage

Words are merely blots of ink on paper
Formed to produce a sentence structure
Spoken words are only vibrations within our bodies
Reverberating in the air
Do not decieve yourselves to think
That words have the power to protect you
Words only reveal intent
With only the responsibility given  
Left to those who hear or read them
Words are only symbols when no one takes notice
Ink stains on manufactured trees
Nothing to the animal
Meaningless to the determined
You say stop
They say go
You write halt
They write no
Determination makes words meaningless
They make words nothing
For desire is the only word on their minds
Desire to accomplish the grandest ventures
Desire to push past your words
Desire to seize it all

I hate you
Every brick in your walls
Each and every hallway
Your system is rotten
And your school is destructive
Constantly taking the best and reducing them to nothing
Your smell still lingers on my clothes
Memories still pollute my mind
The jail I sat inside for three whole years still eats me away inside
Why did I ever look up to your banners
How could I ever be proud
To die inside a prison like yours and waste my talents away
I hate you villainous ****
Your colors of Red Black and Grey
I curse my first entrance to your school
And I'll hate you till the end of all days

I feel all wrong
But can't contain it in words
A type of wrong that makes me think
That makes my head hurt
And heart ache
A wrong that makes the rights all smudged
"What's wrong" My mother asks
"I'm Fine" I shoot right back
But yet there is a deepened pit
A stone within my stomach
That urges me to think
Prompts me to listen
Forces me to deliberate
About nothing
Or everything
I feel like there is more out there
Yet I'm cocky and scared to death
I feel this wrong building up
A biding time for the emotional tsunami
BUT.
I.
DON'T.
HAVE.
A.
CLUE.
As to what is eating me a away
And I hate it
All of it
The soul crushing knowledge
Knowing the maze will never end
No hint
No help
This wrong in me begs to know
To know of its own confusing worth
It urges me to look inward
But when I toil I come up empty
People yell and dreams crumble
Swingsets still slowly sway
I feel the wrong inside me
A tumor in my soul
The feeling that you've left something
A feeling a numbing isolation
It starts in your chest and symptoms all show
As it spreads it slowly consumes you
Leaving behind the mangled corpse of a victim
Who never knew he was ill at all
Or simply thought it yet never sought to fix it
Fix the problem that I never knew
The problem that made the most sense

They lowered him down into his earthy hole where dirt once lay
Cold and sunken eyes, closed within the wooden frame
With puffy clouds the sun continued to race across the dark set sky
As the  mass of black suited girls and boys sniffled good byes
Some prayed
Some cried
Yet I only stood and stared
At the man reduced to his fragile box of rectangular shape
Who once thought and loved like I
Some hugged
Some needed a shoulder for help, for comfort
And the box slowly fell with the most gentle sway
More clouds came in as final words were said
And just as the last tears were shed
The first drops of rain did fall
As if the world was crying
What a sad day for rain

A man walks his dog
He is too far to see his face
He wears a faded button down shirt
Khaki pants
The dog looks to be a West Highland Terrier
But that's the only kind of dog I know
The man fumbles along the path
Stopping slightly to let the dog smell
The smell was of a summers day
A day of pollen
I near him as I walk down the same sidewalk
Briskly measuring my steps
I finally pass him
And he smiles as I pass
This older fellow of aged years
Looking content with what his hands have built
I near the turn and look back briefly
He remains where I had left him with his four legged friend
He waves
I wave back
And I round the corner and disappear

A french melody played as I sipped the hot liquid within my cup
The lyrics told of a man who had returned from war
But when he came back to his town, there was no one left
And he was lost without his old friends, empty without his home
The café was quiet but the slow murmur of small chit chat
You had to take a dingy to get to the respectable little joint
They lined the wooded dock and a fading light blinked
A slight breeze came up through the villa
But it was a warm breeze and the water remained calm
The twinkle of the town across the sea winked at me as I sat
I felt like the soldier from war
Siting here inside this floating place
But a speck surrounded by the unknown
A plane flew above the small city
A fishing boat chugged away with its lonesome
I stood and payed the bill
And drove my dingy across the water back into town

To me its just a dream
A bitter-sweet thing
The way
You gaze
At me-

From head, down to the toes
As this story goes
You will-
Always
See me
------------------------------------
And if you ever wake
And I, by mistake
Have ever
Left
Your side

Find me on the moon
Where the sun always shines
And bring me
Right back
To your side
------------------------------------
And finally
If clouds block your view
Just whisper
Those lovely
Weathered words

And I will find you
As strong as before
Without any clouds
In sight.

Sitting down next to an elderly man
His back was arched, countenance slow
Clean shaven with tailored suit
Yet slouched around the midsection

His quiet hands fumbled in a paper back
Lifting cheese and then a *******
He chewed with a painful sigh
I could see his socks as his pants road up his shins

He moved much like a sloth does crawl
Without a quick or jerky motion
But trudging along with a hint of hesitation
Staring out with vacant gaze

His furrowed brow made it look like he was squinting
Remembering a past event it seemed
A nostalgic time for this old man
A nostalgic time for me
Though I'd never sat here before.

Oh Father, My Father
The man we look to in need
Who holds the ceiling aloft
From crashing and smashing us below
Oh Father, My Father
Furrowed brows define the wrinkled smile
Accenting the whitening hairs upon face and head
Weathered hands with aging spots
Oh Father, My Father
How the world revolves around you
How the room grows silent upon your entrance
Demanding attention with a subtle nod and twinkled eye
Oh Father, My Father
You fixed my bike when I was but nine
Taught me to shave at seventeen
The man who taught me right and wrong
Oh Father, My only Father
Whose office was always warm
Whose lap was always welcoming
Oh Father, My Father
Thank You

Oh come all!
Come all!
Protect the lands, guard the wall
With spear and sword of steely might
Splintered shields of enemy plight
Come one come all to the frontal line
Where men of valor make their stand
Sip the juice of righteous wine
And fortify the King's plundered land!
Take up bow and heavy blade
Upon your foes will you scourge
With platoon the night shall be your raid
And loyalty shall you forge
Come all!
Come all!
Every able man
Come forth and fight
Protect this land!
Open the windows
Knock on the door
For glory is coming
Tis the sounds of War

Pictures fly through a white sheeted screen
Colors blast past my eyes
Plots unfold and characters dance
Across the movie set
Entranced whilst enveloped we fell in love
With the characters flittering on that wall
But many do fall to that dream
That life is like the movie screen
And when all hell is suppressed
When we can rest
The credits will roll and we'll be done
Villains seldom keep away
Reality makes it so
Life is like a never ending dream
Remembered to the mercy
Of the Dreamer

You say I wasted my time

But advice fell upon deaf ears

Ears that feared the truth

But now they have grown

And flooding in

I'm struck with fear again

Because perhaps

Perhaps you were right

Spewing forth the lies of man
Dripping with deceit
Sopping up the foolhardy gents
In shadow do we meet
Out the corner of my gaze
He stalks the darkened halls
Watching those who are lead astray
And from the path do fall

With courtship and loving words
Oozing sticky sap
Stench of rotting milk and curds
Of fleshy skin and tight burlap
Two eyes do pierce the thickened fog
His body a black wiry frame
As he offers you the deal
To keep his lantern aflame

And from the trees he'll feed
Sipping souls straight from the shell
Beware the beast who turned his back to heaven
And shunned from the gates of Hell

I ventured deep within the wood
With musk and fog divine
Past the mossy stones
And through the threaded vines
Dampened leaves from fallen trees
Scattered across the floor
This wooded maze of Autumn glaze
No longer haunted me any more
Pine trees moaned and wind did swirl
Like eddying streams as waters whirl  
The lights did fade from my world
And I roamed the wood till dusk

I forgot my name within the woods
My memories lost like the leaves
Gone with the breeze
And far from home, For home was now the wood
I scampered on without the light
For night was eternal here
Within the woods I played
Like a shadow I swept through the bush
Without fear or meekly afraid
Children's laughter always is the calmest
The quietest and warmest
And in the wood the notes of play
Echoed through the pines
Of children lost but here they'll stay
Forever lost within The Woods

I sit on the wooden bench of time
As people pass
Traveling off to new places
Embarking on journeys and saying goodbye to loved ones
I fumble with my ticket
The letters are smudged and unreadable
A train whistle shrieks and begins to chug away
I have only my clothes and small suitcase
Other young men get on and off the mechanical trains
A pretty girl comes and sits beside me
She pays no attention to me
Continuing to read her little book
After a while she gets up and leaves my wooden bench
I am alone now
Even though I never caught her name
The whole station feels empty
As if time has stopped
No sound nor movement
Everything a blur
I squeeze my ticket and glance at the clock
Half past noon
I realize I've missed my train

I am in a constant battle
A ceaseless war between what I desire
And what I know is truth
The truth that what I desire is distant
Scarce and miles from where I stand
A balanced plate on a stick
Ready to fall
At any time
With the slightest touch
I force myself to be content
Suppressing the jealousy and pain
The heartache

I am a stone balanced upright in a dense forest
Waiting and waiting
For someone
To find me delicately placed
And relieve me of my duty
To carry me home
And hold me close
And tell me they need me there

I realized many years ago
That only fools fall for love
For love is the curse of the human species
The pact we make before we cry
Before heartbreak and grief consume
Love is the binding contract
That only guarantees true sadness
So in this life I shall not love
For I am no slave to folly
And maybe just maybe
I shall rid myself
Of ever shedding tears
Again

It started with a cough
A sneeze
Heavy chest
Runny nose and weary bones
Aching muscles and sore throat
Until it bled and the body slowed
A pain that throbbed within your head
Where it oozed and seeped through patchy skin

The doctors rushing, nurses swift
A cord in arm and sleepy drift
Beeping notes and flashing lights
For soon the day came from the night
And as sun did rise, there came the cries
Of a world infected with the germ
As bodys heaved and limbs did squirm

And as it spread, the stench rose high
From city streets to countryside
Sirens wailed and systems failed
And disease took refuge-
In all who walked-

As blood spewed forth
From cluttered throats
Bodies filled the dug out moats
Without avail
From poor to rich the germ had no care
As man grasped to decaying hair

Birds fell from the sunny skies
Trees no longer, in full bloom
And the world stood still
For as life dies
Silence is only left to stay

There was no cure
No antidote
No compromise
No chance
And man died off without word
Without a sound to echo time  
We died the same way as we slept
Silent