I then asked God,
Create a stone no being can lift
And to me he responded
No stone is too heavy
Nor too light
I create things your mind wouldn't conceive
I created your reality
Your perception of what is true
I bend the laws your greatest men have formulated
For those laws are basic concepts
Trivial matters and human logic
I created logic itself
For with a stone no being can lift
It would not be impossible
Yet, it would be possible
For there is no logic that binds me

Oh why my friend do you give up so
When life gave such a promising hand
With your brains and smarts you could but go
To any place in all the land
Why squander gifts which you hold inside
Your mentality reflects only shame
You say you don't care, though we know you lied
Playing life like a frivolous game
I shake my head at you, my friend
My trusted captain my first mate
All I wish to lend
Is advice for when you turn your next bend
Don't waste your talents
Or shrug it off with no care
For you will die a regretting soul
Wishing, you could have done so much more.

I feel *****
Like the ***** you cannot shake or wash away
A ***** that smells but is only putrid to you
The disappointment, the despair
The dirtiness that you feel when you dripped gasoline on your hands
Where the fragrance never leaves and the memory hits you
A constant reminder of what you did
Like a stain that stares at you and reveals what was done
Where it bleeds through the many layers designed to conceal it but it wreaks.
And as I go through my day, I can't look my parents in the eye
I can't smile at them like the son they love
For the smell only embarrasses me more
"They didn't raise me to be this way"
And I stumble with words to form an excuse
Jumbled and fake I have no alibi
I am a convicted man and as the plan goes
My action only makes me lower my head in shame
I want to shove it under my bed, strangle it and let it die with time
But inside I know
Inside I feel
That this smell will be forever there
Another stench I must solemnly bare.

I find myself twisting turning
thinking of some far off dimension that lies out of reach.
My countenance masks the emotions that swirl through my body and mind, converging into one endless stream.
The world is out to get me, to serve me the cold plate of reality, not even a drink to swallow this dry piece of life.
I want to scream, and rip the hair follicles clean off my scalp, for that pain may wake me up, from this dream I am held in.
This globe of spherical doom, these doldrums that haunt my brightest visions. They are but clouds that block the faintest  rays of hope.
I wish to tell you of my life, anyone who wishes to take a seat, I don't know when my tale will end but I'd get this burden off my heaving chest.
But I wish and want so many things and sit here like the child I am, not knowing what do next, I sit and wait for that person who will sit and listen to what my heart wants to sing.

Perhaps you won’t be everything that you wanted to be
Perhaps you will fall more times than you want
Perhaps she won’t love you back
Or perhaps your best will never be good enough
Perhaps you won’t get hired by your dream job
Perhaps you’ll be mediocre at what you love to do
Perhaps you’ll sweat and cry for little results
Perhaps you think these things weigh you down
And sink you to the bottom of the sea
Or perhaps
They won’t, as you refuse to stay down.

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
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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
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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.

Nothing burns brighter than a greedy heart
Wrought with pleasures and fueled with pride
As if self destruction was what he sought
The flames eating, crackling away
A mind contorted, flash frozen in pure gold
Permanently holding his thoughts, bitter cold
And as his salvation begins to fade
Like all his friends who've glumly turned away
His dark twisted heart, now charred and burnt
The ashes, the ashes, crisp and frayed
And like all men his legacy dims
Lost in the sands of time
But those singed greeds can always remain
Beneath the dirt, with the passing of seasons and years
And like all men they hungrily dig
Ending up desiring all the same

And when my name is spoken
When opportunity is at hand
I shall not waiver nor be broken
For my might is all too grand
And through all pain and punishment
With bruises and ugly scars
Alongside my brothers I will carry
Breaking through the stars
And when you hear us calling
With our colors flying high
Prep your greatest warriors
For heroes never die

Have we found ourselves back again
In dark times of hatred and back when
We could not recognize a man of color
We dared not consider him another
Now we try to relegate
Those who have a different fate
And punish them for who they love
How they dress or how they talk
Why must we repeat ourselves
And find new victims, so we may delve,
Deeper into our most sinister plots
To put these "heathens" to a stop
History has seen it, time again
Every moment we come around a bend
We hate what is unknown.

Help your neighbor
Help your foe
Big and large and all pro quo
For you do not ever know
If you'll seek help in times of low
But Grow!
Grow!
And even if you only glow
Your kindness, and empathy will always show
To those who need you most

No words can bring to light
The images in which I stare
Of an unseen world miles away
Where cruelty has taken refuge
I feel worthless sitting in my chair
Only able to writhe from the pictures on the screen
When in fact, inside my soul, I scream
Helpless eyes stare back to me
And all I can do is watch
True despair, in this world
Is when all you can do is watch
So far we have drifted from feeling
So cold we have become
The warmth we were born with  
Has truly, sadly, gone

As you look down on those less prominent than you
As you scoff at their broken hands and soul
As you fall drunk under your own powerful might,
I shall pity you full
As you whisper your hateful remarks,
And eye for your friends for support,
As your lies seep from your venomous mouth
I shall pity in remorse
As you stride forth
And wave your hands high,
To those who think you’re a god
I only wish they could see who you truly are,
And witness the fall of a fraud
I pity you and your habits,
The meek smile you slap on that face
The person you always could have been,
Instead of a man fallen from grace
I hope you realize some day,
The world doesn’t revolve around you
But as you drown yourself in arrogance deep,
I shall always pity you.

As long as I have my things
The world is fine with me
As long as I have what I need to be happy
The world is fine with me
As long as I don't suffer in any way
The world is fine with me
But take those things away from ME
And then we have a problem

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

You could hear them chew away at the fallen corpse
It's crisp burnt arms still outstretched, ironically shielding itself from death
The skin had burnt and dripped off the bones, the blazing heat caused the skin to bubble the night before
White teeth all but gleamed in the light, the eye sockets swollen and plastered with soot
Pieces clothing draped across femurs and skeletal remains of hands and hair still clung to the scalp(in patches)
Flies buzzed and landed, ******* the nutrients from the flesh and giving themselves a hearty meal
The body behind the first was charred as well
Leftovers of smoldering eyes still remained.
She had tried to protect her child to no avail
From the devastating power of nature.
I walked away,
Letting the maggots--
Enjoy their meal.

We are soldiers who do not understand what we are capable of
How one person can send the largest ripple in the puddle of life
Through the power they posses
In an instant the most radical choice
The most ludicrous idea
Can set you on a whirlwind adventure.
Call it ignorance
Call it beauty
Call it what it is
But never forget the power everyone has within them
For every man fights his own battle
Trudging forth through the wilderness
Catching his breath for the slightest of moments
Give him praise when you meet in that forest
For when you part ways
That adventurer will surely never forget you
Squander not the power you hold inside yourself
Be brave
Be unafraid of the consequences
Be wise and fair
For there is nothing as inspiring
For when an explorer
Lost in the depths of the darkest wood
Finally finds himself beneath the undergrowth
And I can only hope for when you find yourself
I'll be there
"Catching some of the light comin' off you that day"

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

I feel my power waning
Like the Amazon
So lush
Yet cut down so slowly
By the cruel hands of men
Why me?….

In this whole wide sphere
Do you make a mission to commission me
for decay
Like a city I lay pristine and pure
Yet within my choked out pipes
I pump my veins in sewage glop
***** roads
They part
so many paths winding
So stars may twinkle and beams of the future
May sparkle with arrogant smiles
Be mine

Or be gone
Whichever suits you best
Don't toy with my thoughts
Nor meddle with my soul
I wish to be alone
Yet I yearn for company around me
Shaking hands
Scheming plans
Smiling with rotted teeth
And now…

Now, such a funny little word
A slimy word, a detestable word
For it describes the moment at hand
Though, with salivating lips, only desire the "then"
The kettle screams with steam built up
A child runs from home

(Enough)
A word so sweet so pure to taste
For it means to stop to cease
To end a trail of present things
A happy word
Where I throw my work down to the floor
Responsibility is away on vacation retreat
I want to be alone
But I don't
So maybe stay a while
With my indecisive tendencies...

It was just yesterday I had my birthday party
With puffy cake and excited smiles
As candles burnt and laughter echoed
When tiny hands and tiny faces turned
Dark rooms filled with jubilant kids
Eagerly sat to get their piece
When the presents were opened
And warming hugs as people left
But here I sit writing yet another poem
Another piece
Another part of my life inscribed in words
Why does it feel like life comes so quick
Just when you think life is dullest
Boring and tasteless
You remember that birthday
And the fictional world you thought could never be found
But here we sit
Understanding that the time has flown over our heads
Wondering where it has possibly gone.

He sought revenge
On all those who wronged him
So he dug a grave for his enemies
And one for himself
For he had nothing left to lose

Across the world and back again
Through the darkness of the cold outer space
I want you to know that I'm your friend
Beside you, I'll run, in any race.
Sifting the maze of thought and life
I will be there when you cry
Through any pain, or crushing strife
I'll be that shoulder for you to stand by.

The five great kingdoms fought
Till metal rusted upon their shields
Young boys caught in bitter feuds
No longer knowing, why blood spewed
As priests did preach upon guilty stage
Filled with rage did oracles vow
To wage a war of dooming age
With trebuchet and viscous scow
Fire spewed and darkness crept
Swept to the four corners of the earth, with ease
So did appease their desires for death
Did the men of kingdoms old carry on
Until, from the depths of hell did break
In the coming wake of satan himself
A sixth kingdom rose with the intent to take
The beloved land of foolish men
But the ignorant kings, rich with gold
Refused to fight with enemies old
Boys now men fight the wars
Charred and battered city doors
And to this day, our kingdoms fall
To the sixth kingdom of greed
That will ruin us all

To fall again and soothe my heart
I tripped and fell and twas' the start
Before, alone, I felt so smart
That night I fell and soothed my heart

We met together, bullseye and dart
A simple stroke blossomed to art
Who knew what could keep us apart
Forthwith I fell and soothed my heart

Love grays however and drifts apart
Growing cold, cynical, and ****
We forgot what it'd meant if we'd depart
I fell again and broke my heart

We realized there, what this imparts
As tears streamed down for soft restarts
We had to fall in love again like ****** hearts
To Fall Again And Soothe Our Hearts.

Throw me down,
Down to your feet

Where bugs, dirt, and weeds
Do meet

Torture my soul,
Until I scream

But let you know ,
I will dream

Bind my hands and drag me through
The coals and ember's steam

Lock me in your darkest cell
But I shall always dream

Take my name
And take my world

Take my tears and produce a stream,
Take everything that I posses

But I shall always dream

Spit in my face
Stab my back

Hang me up for the world to see
But no matter what your minds create

I shall always Dream

I want to know you better
I want to know what makes you tick
What makes you smile
What makes you mad
What scares you most
What makes you sad
What makes you serious or
Makes you stern
I want to know you better dear,
To whom it may concern

He was the villain the world needed
The villain the world always had
Yet never recognized
Writing the wrongs of humanity
Puppeteering the people
Hidden behind the devilish mask of "fate"
He was a villain without destiny
A man without morals
A vigilante to some
A criminal to others
Reality to the bitter globe
He was the hero no one wanted
Yet, he was the angel the murkiest city prayed for
He was the Playwright
The shadow who wrote the greatest performances
Who took the most unrighteous city
And orchestrated the greatest theatrical achievement in history
Curtain opens
*Enter Playwright

Though the greatest men have fallen
Their bodies laid beneath the earth
I can still hear their voices callin'
From where they lay, and then from birth
Their timeless wisdom
And courtly guise
From super-stardom
Nothing hides
The timeless faces of the past
Great names and people always last

I fear the day will come, when everyone has packed their bags
When they have gone their own ways
To faraway places and lands
I fear the day when friends drift apart
When memories fade and names are forgot
To places never to be remembered
I fear the day when I sit in this old town and I have no one to call on to play
When the spring breeze and the awakening trees only beckon another season of doubt
To only haunt me in my lonesome
I fear the day when I must say, I never needed you anymore
When I turn my back to the kindness of friends
To look away when they come to my aid
I fear the day when I fail to succeed, when others have grown and prospered
When I am rejected again, tossed down and thrown out
To search again for another source of pay
I fear the day when I marry a girl
When she puts her trust all in me
To have her forever but in the back of my mind make sure her life is happy as can be
I fear the day when my child is born
When a boy looks up in my eyes and beckons me
To come and sit by his side
I fear the most the day when I cannot say I wrote this poem many years ago
When I am old and decrepit, senile and covered with dust
To die and and be forgotten like always

The sun set behind the shambled buildings
All that was left before our end
And on the wind I heard Them
Those left to plague the dark corners
To hide in the cracks of darkened halls
Swings swayed and street lights flickered
Screams echoed through the cities hallways
Deserted cars like matchbox toys
Moans of the dead filled the air
Friends and family gone and passed
In an instant before the storm
I sat nestled in my tree for the night
Alone
As if anything had changed

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

We live a dying fight
Like warmth from an exhausted fire
We all wane like setting suns
The only question is when

He stood when told to kneel
He stared when ordered to bow
He defied when commanded to worship
For he understood what it meant to be blind
He questioned when guided to be silent
He thought when taught to accept
He refused when expected to follow
For he understood what freedom truly was
He spat when offered penance
He breathed when forced to die
He whispered when life was stolen
"I was the one who defied"

What would it take for you to care?
The reader of this piece.
To spark an emotion deep within your inner soul?
I could say my friend and I were close
But that general  story would not turn head
And you would forget you had read this at all
What if I gave him a name?
A name that gave him purpose to me
To identify his broken body
For me to nod my head at the call of this--name
His name was Mathew
And though I could not be there when it happened
I write to you, to say I wish I knew more of him
I wish I had understood his smile
But a year ago, in the warm air of summers bubbling evening
A man decided to let drink drive for him
And a body lay on the street
They called him Cheese, for he always smiled
A natural smile that warmed the room
And every day I want to say
That I wanted to know you a little more
Your brother and I had been friends but never
Close to call "Best" friends
But your family was always good to me
And I saw you from time to time
In retrospect I knew your humor
The hearty laughs I'd hear in your house
And even if I knew nothing of what was funny
I smiled
And laughed as well
Your father coached me numerous times
The basketball court never failed to hold
His compassion and love for the game
I know he loved you all the same
And someday I may see you
And I will introduce myself with name
And we will be in a better place
Void of sad thoughts and earthly pain

You always know when a room needs cleaning
When you sit up in bed while slowly dreaming
And you say those words
Those awful words
"I should really. clean. up."
From clothes to papers
Trash and toys
To all you girls and (lets be honest) mostly boys
That frightful moment when all stands still
Where your room goes under the surgeons knife…
And for me
Its easy
But very odd to explain
Am I the only one who can't ever decide
If I 'll ever need this tiny thing again?
From the trinkets to the binders
From trivial to the important
It is simply impossible for me to decide
What to keep or throw away
But!
Don't call me a hoarder
I much prefer the title planner
For what I keep may possibly be used again
In the end I shove it all away
In the drawers and behind closet doors
Gathering dust
And turning to rust
Waiting to be used again.

We say we want to smash the walls that keep the world apart
Dismantle all the hatred, laying dormant in our hearts
We say we want to crack the glass which divides us all the same
Even though our own misfortune, dissevers us with shame
We say we want a tranquil world a landscape rid of scorn
Yet we raise our idols up for humble followers to adorn
We say what comes to mind, much more thinking over feel
Losing track to what is fake and ignoring what is real
We say the world is so much more
You're the ones who open the door
We say many things but no action occurs
We are a people with too many words

A friend once told me
Some things are impossible to do
Impossible to reach
Impossible to achieve
No matter how hard someone tried,
They would never meet their goals
And I looked at him
And with a solemn heart
Responded,
Only fools bind themselves
To the realities of this World

Until we feel the softest rains
And sand between our toes
Till we see our breath on morning days
Or taste the wind that gently blows

Until we smell the earthy dew
Or feel the pebbles in our grasp
Till the lightning flashes through
Till the leaves all fall at last

Until the sparrow sings its final song
Or the wisteria finally blooms
Until we face the moon for long
We shall be fearful of what looms

Blankly staring, gaze of hardened stone
Clench fists whitening, knuckles gripping thin air
Jaw line straining, grinding teeth to powdered dust
No words do describe tormented rage
Melted with fury
Churned with bitter taste
Like rusted nails
Wire of the sharpest shape
Acid of purest state
My hate
My hate
A burden to my being
Devil upon shoulder
Days
Nights
Dominos falling
My hate
My Hate
Fire of unending blaze
No fruit to quench its thirst