Reach high and above
I know that you can
Reach with all of your might

Reach far and beyond
These so called restrictions
That dampen and darken your light

Reach high and so mighty
That people will banter
And journey from miles around

To share in your laughter
To thrill in your vision
Of being the greatest human in town

Xavier kinear had a very long beard
That hung right down to his feet

His neighbors point and children giggle
when crows would build nests underneath

But alas poor kinear
One day gave a scare
To a woman who was mentally ill

She pulled out a mallet
And swung it with malice
Which gave kinear and his crows quite a thrill

Green, green the flow goes quite deep
like water from mountains
that flow unto creeks

It surrounds and astounds
it scratches and claws
it burrows and burrows
inside narrow halls

The halls of my mind
are oozing and rich
with handsome amounts
of wisdom to teach

These copious words
that continually flow
shall continue to gush
until I am no more

Gush, my loves, gush
until I am no more

Every *** has its lid
Or at least that's what I've heard
like every car has it's driver
and every tree has it's bird

Oh how I've waited for mine
How I've pondered and schemed
While heart muscle beckons
and my patience grows lean

every year I get older
every year I grow sad
that my lid is still missing
or possibly dead

All my dreams are but windows
to things that aren't real
and yet I can't help but wonder
why I feel how I feel

Every *** has its lid
Like a drunk needs his ***
I hope it's tonight
when my lid finally comes

He lay in a pool of blood...

More and more people started to crowd around him...

He looked left
Then up

A single tear emerged
Then rolled down his cheek

Not enough time

He mumbled through his teeth as
he groaned from the pain

More light...

More light...

Then he stopped moving completely

His eyes remained fixated in something he had in his hand
as he lay lifeless on the floor

I bet she's sitting down somewhere...eating.
Same as me!

He pondered

Paused

Then continued to...

Then stopped suddenly

He picked up the empty tray in front of him where his burrito just was and hurled it as hard as he could against the wall across from him

He watched it explode into small pieces
In slow motion

His lips began to tremble
he glanced over across the street

A young couple
Holding hands
Smiling

And suddenly it became very apparent to him

Very, VERY APPARENT

He wasn't to make it here

Not if things continued the way they were going

Rather

The way they've always been...

One of these days, he was going to finally hurt himself

Mortally

The thing was he couldn't bring himself to do it
with some kind of self-inflicted wound

Too painful

so he would more than likely fill his pockets with
heavy rocks and jump into the ocean

He couldn't swim after all

All because his prayers for HELP
fell on deaf ears

The creator made him exactly the way he was
so be could ultimately take his own life

He sat by the edge of the water...
watching the seagulls

and just listened...