so full;l of myeslf

i ******* love circles

conflicts start
with incitement
so incite a conflict

no, don't start
a conflict, conflict
should be avoided

yes, that is correct
I am righteous,
an upstander to wrong

I am neutral, I am
at peace with myself
and my emotions

chuck norris can save you
chuck norris can save me
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! im stuck in a pit of my own grief
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! im dangerously overweight!
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! im slightly tired and home is still 2 block away!
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! no one respects me!
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

what would happen
if chuck norris were
to disappear?

would anybody remain
to listen to me cry?

would anybody remain
to help me die?

would anybody remain
to make my life
a red carpet walk
straight to heaven?

the mistakes i make
are more than the amount
of seeds pomegranate
the count of pills
exceeding eleven
or was it elven

typos seep into pages
like pen ink in paper
a waterfall, a shower
not jentacular in itself
nor is it connect musing

sorry.

why should i learn how to push
if I don't even know how to pull

why should I run
if I cant even stand
on my own two feet

why see
if I cant
feel this

why should I exist
if I cant even think
thoughts for myself

why should i learn how to pull
if I don't even know how to push

we baked a **** ton of cookies
half of them tasted like ****

**** tastes like...
well, sweaty socks

"i am a little speck of insignificant nothing,"
said the little speck of insignificant nothing
and the little speck decided to do nothing at all;
for what could it do, being so insignificant and little?

"i am the great big speck of meaning and purpose,"
said the great big speck of meaning and purpose
and the great big speck decided to do nothing at all;
for what needed changing, were there not problems?

i look in the mirror and what do i see?
a pretty face, as beautiful as me!
                                                                  or an ugly ogre, as wretched as me?
i sing for the birds and what do i hear?
a chip-tune back, and i shed a tear!
                                                                              or a cry of fear when i near?
i take a look around and what do i realize?
everyone, their eyes on me!
                                                      leave me alone, i did not mean to advertise!

On our Mother Earth, there lies a desert
a scab of sand set softly on its surface

On this here desert, there lies a tree
the sole survivor of its species

On this lonely, lurking tree, there lies a fruit
a message-in-a-bottle to no one in particular

On this rotting, hopeless fruit, there lies a fly
hoping to save sustenance and see another day

On this frantic, fuzzy fly, there lies a seed
a cry for help from the lonely, lurking tree

On this seed, there lies a thought and a wish
for someone to see
the lonely, lurking tree

boat floated thru the harbor alone
as boat did not need a band-aid

boat set sail for far away alone
for boat did not need a map

boat paddled thru the ocean alone
as boat did not need a helper

boat sunk into the sea alone
for boat had holes, and did not know where to go.

i need to be as cheap as possible
and look as rich as possible

i need to spend as little as possible
and be as pimped out as possible

i need to be the five-dollar millionaire
and have fancy cars to brag about

i need to be the talk of the town
and have money left over

i need thrift store chains to weigh me down
and charms to bling and sparkle

i need to be razzle dazzle
and discount famous

the bump-bump bubbling of the boil
(of the kettle)

the splish-splish splashing of the tea
(of the teapot)

the crunch-crunch crunching of the surface
(of the biscuit)

the woosh-woosh wooshing of the wind
(of the earth)

the quiet, quiet silence of nothing
(of the interlude)

the thump-thump thumping of the steps
(of the people)

gag all the loose ends
prune the plotlines
distribute the plot armor
piece together the times
and places of everything

it's time for a happy ending
where everything comes to close
so celebrate before the show ends
there might me reruns or prequels
but know that the book has finished

it's a happy ending for all
everyone is smiling
you will never see them again
it's all over
this is the end.

if my life was a movie
it would be classified as
slop

if my life was a game
it would be classified as
****

no significance, sure to
fall into a pit and disappear
stop

shouldn't slander myself
but I have no plot development
no future

so what should I do do I
continue to cry to the internet
throw me

a pity party please
my poetry isn't particularly
potent

woe is me.
I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!
pity, please?
I'M ON CLOUD NINE!
tormenting me?
I'M FILLED WITH BOUNDLESS BLISS!
share some with me?

A bird only soars as high
as the wind that carries it.

A fish only grows as large
as the food that feeds it.

A kite only glides as tall
as the string that tethers it.

A man only reaches peaks as great
as his mind imagines it.

if i am a serialized stream
of bytes and bits, bound
to my body by bones
can I move myself
to another machine?

can I change clients
fix my firmware
find a new place
to call home?

if I am bourne again
will I remember everything
that I had before?

would I still be me
or just a copy

ctrl-c, ctrl-v

drag my feelings thru the garden
make it animal style, punk it
moo juice and hot top to fill me up
DELUXE! serve it with **** on a shingle
I'm nervous pudding, cat's eyes on me
rush it, put wheels on it, echo, echo

feel like Jaynes Mayfield, need a life preserver
and a cup of joe, let it swim on a raft
it's a wet mystery down there, i'm in the weeds
radio sandwiches and rabbit food, fill er' up
stress this stress that, echo, echo

"why should poems rhyme," he asked,
"life does not rhyme," he reasoned,
"and poetry is a painting of life," he shouted

words should rhyme, for poetry is the sublime fruit of life,
and fruit deserves color, not just a muted strife of grey
poetry should be rife with color

"we hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal"
if all men are created equal
then how come

men were treated like property
always sunk into poverty
faced with such inequality
no chance for scholarly
credentials or a standing in the economy

never ever given a shot at success
stopped from owning business
or express themselves, when we try to influence
The zeitgeist of society, show signs of progress
nevertheless, we regress

the corners of the country still act like nothing has changed
generations raised on flawed principles, we need to update
and adapt to the new beat of the culture, stay sync with the tune
rhyme on the same rythym as everyone else
think different.

four of fifty people still reject me, call me a defect
because i'm an ugly splotch of paint in their reality
they call me a ******, a *****, their words reflect
their jealousy, fallacy in their faces
think different.

when the world burns down
and the red wheelbarrow rusts away
when the sky starts falling again
and the heavens collapse

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

when the helios grows large
and venus starts getting chills
when mercury stops to take a breath
and when saturn turns a new leaf

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

when the past comes back to bite
and the future staves away
when the clock starts ticking awry
and the digits dance around

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

a conflict is a
disagreement
over something

am I conflicting
over something?

do I deserve the
respect I get from
everything else?

am I just a typo in
the song of the universe?

are my efforts in vain?

forgotten - the failure
of memory.

would that be me?

you
you are a *****
you tore me down
you let me rust away
again

you
you are a *****
you stole my pride
you let me disappear
again

you
you are beautiful
you keep me coming back
you let me fall for you
again

you
you should stay away
you go and leave me alone
you don't want this to happen
again

you
you are my only friend
you are my special one
you are my only person
to talk to

as i bumble thru the urban jungle, i take a trip
and theres a rumble and i stumble
my humility humbled, left grumbling
is there a holistic explanation for my troubles

"shove it" would be a brute's way to put it
jumble these words til they tumble
into places proper for bourgeoisie
(like me, like me, like me)

how can i say it, its like a monkey in a suit
or a duck in a fishbowl (most fowl)
a lout without a bout of scrumptious attent
i'm a person with respect, i should bow

but my humbled humility won't back down
now i'm in a jumble, i'm in trouble
will i get mugged will i get drugged
so i mutter: "pardon me, sir"