here
on the edge of sea
there lives a dragonfly

steel boots
can kick in doors
the dragon just flies

here
at the edge of time
we drown in our sweat

well, he
he just flies away
finds a butterfly

finds a way to bite

does it make you smile
when the plane shakes & cries from turbulence?
does your mind flirt with
the thought of one final merriment?
soaring through the air
rushing
high speed dirt
about to mate with the pavement .

or perhaps in the coffee shop
when he sits next to you by circumstance?
just taking the policeman's keys and gun
rushing
there will be no happy end for this coincidence
you smiling
knowing you have no chance

laughing like a loon
handing it all back
telling him
sorry but...

I have plane crash I need to get to

softly patient
will always win
let them destroy themselves
then you begin again

Defined:

implementation
demonstrated by achievement
intellectual talent
measured by achievement

measured by who?
in essence someone less qualified
has been given the task
to determine if you're more qualified than them

a thought process inherent with ***** traps
a person-to person mine field
where you go in like a soldier in war
every situation is blind

but yeah,
I'm loaded with meritocracy
why not?  
I'll make up other words that sound good if you like.

it will show implementation
demonstrated by achievement
intellectual talent
followed by achievement

"an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility" (Wikipedia)  

I was told earlier that was me today
I actually never thought of it that way

My brother also yelled at me
asked me who I thought I was.
"who do you think you are,  ******* Tony Soprano? " 

but no, I'm not God.
I'm not Tony Soprano.  
There is not a name I know for what I've become.

I'm just not afraid.  
Not of you.
Not of anyone
Not anymore.

the dreams are the worst
the panic the waking poker face can't hide
everything so casual, so careful
the smiling politeness of the storm inside

and sleep

here is not why
all the forks in the road
only you thought  you were clever
always choosing the reckless side

and sleep

you get away with all your crimes
so now what's the plan?
do you have anything left to do?
endless questions the next step

sleep will take you

what will you say?
if you ever have to explain yourself truthfully
eyes ahead
the traffic roar, the night

it's dark but no sleep now

on the edge of the overpass
in the crisp autumn air
your one way ticket to midnight
is just a single step down there

I'm going to open a restaurant that sells flavored cat blood
Build ice sculpture monuments to people never heard of
Crash drive a same model car into a rental center
I'm going to talk about the weather like it's always winter

I'm going to construct  a zoo with no animals
Burn down the trees and trap endangered species
Set bear traps in public places,  mock people with normal faces
I'm going to quip stupidly while tripping crippled old ladies.  

I'm going down with the ship, I have nothing to say
I'll hide in your bushes to surprise you with a cookie cake
I'll volunteer to help everyone just the same
Then I'll get drunk and not do a **** thing

I'll grab the yoke and be yelling
the nonsense of this life  
smiling as my teeth fall out
broken faced, all destruction and glee

I'll be laughing
The blood filling up the spaces of who
or where
or what  I wanted to be

if every color
could be explained
by an action

if every action
was determined by a letter
could we...

perhaps get a color to be better
when we spelled
something completely profane

the circle of four
colors swim together
but offer no wisdom
rotate around your broken heart
you remain nothing
a blank rock in an empty solar system

you're still breathing
so check
just to be sure

anger lives around
it plays in our backyards
check your hands

are they shaking?

what do you do?
when it's hiding behind you?
when it sneaks up on you?

left to right
right to left
up
down
up down

over again
the two I can rely on
left to right
right to left

good catch!

I just can't get that song out of my head
especially the part:  
"S.O.S. she's in disguise"

"There is a wolf in your closet"
Now I'm afraid to open mine.

i'm your huckleberry
yes, I'm coughing blood
the glass is broken
death is smiling while kissing my tongue

i'm your huckleberry
the white devil on the black horse
play a game with me
and you can fall as well

barely a problem
worth a listen to tell
we can laugh together
in a bar in hell

i'm your huckleberry
this time drinks are on me
i'm not angry at you
in eternity we'll have time to see

we were always friends
who only had fun being enemies

this time you can trust me

I'm your huckleberry

doesn't that question scare you?
i think about it at night sometimes

when the moment comes
could you do it?

what are you capable of?

a man wants to help me
i fell down
i just fell down
yet he stopped his car

to see if I'm okay
the blood is just a scrape
my jeans have a rip
this is all my doing

i fell
i only fell
I survived
the blood is a miracle

I am alive

you're a houseplant
you're an object
it doesn't matter what you say
no one is listening anyway

when the anger is flowing
and the diamonds are falling
the cake is burning
the words are  leaking

the smile is falling
the lips still move upward
no more hate
just looking a the time

just waiting

just waiting

inspired by out-dated dreams
lost over half-polished fancy things
collected
owned
sitting now in someone else's home

in a vault
somewhere in some cave
it was too dark
you lost your way

now broken somehow
dying, a plastic man waits
mounting bills to pay
people to ignore
people who simply don't go away
lie in bed and wonder

where do you move when where you're moving from is yourself

ah
it all washes away
no worries
just kick'em up

relax

easy as a summer's breeze
beautiful like an autumn's eve

every
particle of dirt
must be destroyed

there is a battleship
in the spaceship
of your heart

it will destroy
even the dust who
dares stray to your parts

it occurs to me
while heating up my Campbell soup
trying to think of buzz words
for a resume

that someone
somewhere
holds my choke chain

its not the illusion that bothers me
as much as it is
my forced and terribly willingly
complicity

why would anyone care about my problems?

I possess them
they are mine
they are like children
they are just a delay

I should not burden
anyone else
with the **** that flows
down my leg

no dentistry for you
we're not made out of money
said the parents indifferently

so I grew two fangs
like Dracula
spitting blood
with broken gums

my left one eventually learned how to fit in
still pointed and edged
but living comfortably

my right is still the angry vampire
ready to defend

guarding this crooked kingdom

what the ****
how did this work out
you're like a survivor
outside of a terrible fire

so you walk
there is no name as you look back
you had nothing to say
better stick with that

you're the hero
in the plot unsung
I'd like to tell everyone
but I too

am a plot undone

a win
a goal
a touchdown

a home run
a knock out punch
a celebrity lunch

talks of the current
threats of the future
a near miss by our all-star

yet, we stand alone
broken
with so few things to cling upon

trickery is rebellion
rebellion requires trickery

i am not innocent
you are not innocent
no one is innocent

how far could you go?
no more empty threats
just a question to think about
at night

when alone with your thoughts

some people's brains are
where knowledge goes to die
a simple prisoner
who only is allowed for speaking lies

I could tell you the truth
you might not like what your hear
seems hardly my fault
your lies you hold so dear

I don't have time
to play the silly games
lying just wastes
all my energy

you don't have to like me
I'm not too crazy about you
just being honest
I'm weird and so are you

in the days of being vicious
through the inane,
mundane chatter.
we wonder who will miss us
so very savagely
defying for it to matter.

we proclaim we're not afraid
as we sob
wretched in hurt.
we dance on display,
legs flailing,
face down in the dirt.

...but when the tears get boring
just finally
so sick of yourself.
that's when you may **** down.
eyes so blankly
letting your lips hold the ground.

so you worked hard previously
great
you were under-appreciated
by friends, family, coworkers
great

do you languish under any false impressions?  
does a weapon of some variety come into mind daily?
are you broken on the inside?
do you wish you still had faith in humanity?

well,
i'd lose all that and smile more

will you do whatever I say?
are you willing to sleep with me if I let you play?  
how desperate are you to be a *****?

Great!

as I hide who I really am
the dance continues

smile

you're on the eyes of everyone around you

my body, my hands, my eyes
all copied from someone I don't like

DNA only won
in making me prettier than my dad
thanks to my mom

Christmas lights at night
are cold
they are freezing
mesmerizing
you are looking at nothing
you are looking at something

comfortable, opening
sad, quiet
they shine on
illuminating the mirror
you are looking at nothing
you are looking at something

i sit alone
headphones on
mind my own
laptop in lap
blinders on

still too loud for you?

I wash dishes
take out the trash
don't bother you with my interests
though you're quick to
come to me with yours

still too loud for you ?

maybe you just hate me
maybe there is no way to win
maybe you can **** caring

maybe

doesn't mean a meleficent eye is not upon you

i watch them browse the magazines
wedding dresses
*** hints
fashion sips
a celebrity scandal
a celebrity beauty tip

i watch them consume calories
i see works about wars long past
fantastic other lands
lore of presidents long gone
I wonder if immortality for deeds done
warrants anything next to red carpet fashion

i see Archie
and that knucklehead crew
I see Simpsons, Wolverine, passing times
and somewhere
I can see me and you

wake up today
go to sleep tonight
there is no  hunger
go to sleep now, fool

you have nothing to add

run my friends, run
I think I heard a noise
something I didn't understand
run, hide, commiserate on the unfairness of life

scream, tear, puncture all supposed enemies
yell, scratch . make your presence known.
but don't let them see
the fear in your eyes

eyes shoot open
they dart and see
brain changes gear
as it lumbers back into
this reality

not familiar rooms
filled with strangers
armed with fistfuls of lies
and what's wrong?
that is what you kept asking me

what's wrong?
I told you

nothing.

lying to myself
just asking the question from your lips

there is real hate in my heart
it lies there and laughs
no swear words will expel it
its just laughing at me

they come in all forms
the enemies who win
the obvious
the abstract
the ones who know what you believe ?

is there a shield?
for the people you have let in
to who you really are?
when you want them to stop knowing you

when you see them
do you feel embarrassed?
for some reason ashamed?
maybe you feel like running

maybe you just stay in place

just smile

i won
plans executed perfectly
and i saved people
i did it
i saved people important to me
with deviousness and trickery

when they say you've done something right
no one will ever know you did anything at all

as relief washes over me
a sense of anger does as well
this never should have been my battle
but I won anyway

I'm the winner
why does this victory feel so hollow?

you fancy men dressed of consequence
you untimely girls of sad circumstance

there are holes in you
where things crawl

smiling and leaving paint
ever so sly
just in case you forget
the mirror is only one shade of a lie

the reminder of sprayed colors
leaking
laughing
the dripping colors from some eye

when the tears mean nothing
and you feel nothing
try to bottle and store your something

remain unforgiven
in the secret place you hide your true face

in holes you crawl
in eyes you charm
when the juice is ripe dripping from your lips
just until everything is quenched

untimely gentlemen of sad circumstance
well dressed women of false consequence

half here
half awake
the scarlet in the sea
touches wet far away

so the day begins
stop to catch
that branch through the wind

half stupid
half scared
still you can feel your magic hands
working the silly air

somehow you're winning
waving that wand that isn't there

his pain and his childhood
boo hoo
sadder stories are on CNN everyday

so he has power
now he wants to make the world suffer
boo hoo

he could have used his great power
to help
but instead he cried in his cup of tears

he who must not be named
ok. I'll just call him coward
cry baby, ******, *****

he who could not be named
used his power to save no one
not even himself in the end

goodbye tom riddle
you did nothing good when you could
you will not be missed

boom!

ideas flow off my head
like a light being lit
I say what needs to be said
I'm tired of the fake ****

we're all dying
waiting for the end
if we are to start living
we must begin

scared
strong

full of so much compassion
when everything is exploding of desperation
when all the walls are falling
you walk through the emotional rubble

surrounding you

living with hope
becomes its own chore

what does one say knowing wrong ?
lies drip from lips
the movement itself selfish
every thought designed only to one cause
whim is based on a side effect
the invisible dirt of every guilt possessed

the private glance in the mirror
the dulled fear
the private thought of who you thought
lied beneath the dull eyes
in a dark room with a mirror

all mistakes are smiles
yours to make
made and bidden
you took everything you could take
still breathing but unforgiven

the long walk
back in the heat

a 100, 000 car honking at you
when the walk sign is clearly on

entitled feeling people yelling
you have choice except feeling

each foot in front of the next
understanding basic traffic rules

they are the one who is stealing

keep moving that body
your mind doesn't do as much as would it believe
the things hidden behind the curtain
the actual muscles who are strong and free

when your brain is the captive
in a jail it cannot see
use some animal assistance
evolution has made it all for free

you wake up
i think this is a time zone
you scatter the dirt
off your body
for a moment
when your  pretty face isn't built to a snore
another moment
you're just dreaming for

waking up
consciousness hand in hand
I'm sorry
did I have something to say?
I got distracted.  
I have some kind of plan

at least I'd have you believe that way

rising from the ashes
of the fire you created
the never-ending Phoenix
rising above it all

knowing the end won't matter
once it is finally the end

ever find yourself pretending?
just doing whatever for whatever
so they hear the noise
this is how feeling nothing works
just the emotions
your dead eyes looking forward as you move