In your hand there was a coffee cup
As I walked into the kitchen you looked up
For a second we locked eyes
And I saw something in you rise
We both glanced at the clock on the wall
It was 3:37 AM and time had slowed to a crawl
Unable to sleep through the night
An insomniacs delight
We sat together at the kitchen table
Trying to keep one another stable
Out side we heard a car race past
We tried to figure out why he was going so fast
Who he was, or where he was going
But alas there was no way of knowing
Then the birds were awake and singing their songs
And I think I heard you humming along
We broke down and opened a gallon of chocolate chip
As we ate you talked about your ideal trip
You said you wanted to go to France
That you just wanted to take a chance
To see the rolling countryside
But the opportunity is always denied
Through the window we see the sun start to rise
The weak light hurting our eyes
Your face was half soaked in the pale morning light
We decide to try and get more sleep "Tonight"

Scraps of poetry in my pocket
My mind taking off like a rocket
Inspiration strikes like lightening
Thinking so fast, it’s frightening
My pencil cannot move fast enough
Maintaining the flow is tough
When the words flow
I know
My hair stands on end
I comprehend
I realize
I initialize
I put into action
My every reaction
I filter raw emotion
Put it into motion
Swirling on the page
Hopes dreams anger and rage
All flowing from the pencil tip
I try and get a grip
But the river runs dry
But more rain will fall from the sky
Eventually, I shall become Poseidon

You had something written all over your face
But I couldn't break the code
Something was out of place
But it barely showed
Like a carbon monoxide leak
Like a caldera ready to blow
Its there in the words you speak
Subtle undertones that only I know
Its always there, but it avoids definition
Maybe its not something, but a void
that haunts you like an apparition
And everything near it gets destroyed
Your collapsing slowly from the inside
And its a battle only you can fight
But I can help, I'll stand by your side
At the end of darkness there is always light

Everything was fine yesterday 
But today I need to sing the blues
When I woke up this morning
The sun was a little bit dimmer
The birds were out of tune
Strangers seemed stranger
The buses were running late
In my mind nothing could go right
My own thoughts turned against me
Everything was out of order
A darker shade of blue
I couldn't tell you
What the difference was
Between yesterday and today
All I know is
Today I need to sing the blues
Because I have a song that needs to be heard
Or else all the notes
Will build up in my mind
And take over every inch of space
But you need to hear my song
So you know that your not the only one
Who sings the blues today

Only poets read poetry
Only liberals watch msnbc
Only conservatives watch fox
Everybody is entrenched
In their own sound proof bubbles
A perpetual echo chamber
Where lies are repeated
Until they turn into truths
There are no debates only battles
One preconceived notion
Forever pitted against
Another preconceived notion
It is the duty of poets to humanize
To use our pens as swords
To burst our bubbles
To show that we are all humans
But only poets read poetry

Dissecting your words
Analyzing your every glance
You strike so many chords
I don't want to take that chance
To take that leap of fate
But you're already falling
And I'm afraid of heights
But I can hear you calling
It stirs a mixture of fear and delight
My head says no but my heart says yes
You're falling rather fast
I don't have time to second guess
No thoughts about the future or the past
I just simply jump
And meet you in the atmosphere

The sky will turn blood red
And you remember all that has been said
Good and evil all the grey morality
Love and hate and life and fatality
It all flows within and without you
And now there's something you can do
For the end is drawing near
And the air is ripe with fear
Your a light in the dark
Proud and fearsome as a hawk
Knowledge is our key
And it will set us free

I grab hold of the morning
And my head is still churning
Internalizing all last nights decisions
Dividing facts from visions
The lights flicker
I remember all the liquor
My stomach begins to turn
I feel my eyes burn
I see last nights dinner
And I'm feeling a bit thinner
I stumble into the kitchen
I hear my consciousness *******
Everything seems so hazy
Hoping i didn't do anything crazy
Found my phone in the sink
It rang 32 times and i didn't even miss a wink
I check my voice mail
Its from Jared, something about the holy grail
I ignore it and chug some orange juice
I start feeling less loose
Living life at the bottom of the bottle
Telling myself I'm living "full throttle"
Trying not to see the dead drop ahead
I go back to bed
Sleep away last night
And await the next delight.

Take exit thirty six for the Last Resort Motel
Where the vacancy sign flickers like a beacon
To the wounded and the weary
The blue paint is ancient and peeling
Revealing all the colors that it used to be
Like the building itself
Is trying to turn back time
Its not a Red Roof or a Motel Six
Its the sole survivor of its species
And it clings bitterly to life
Its a place in between places
On the outskirts of a small town
Who draws their lifeblood from the highway
But the blood is starting to thin
The wounds are taking longer to heal
And the bleeding won't stop
It may be your last chance
To stay at the Last Resort Motel

Flask in pocket
Like a gun in a holster
Fingers itching
To squeeze that trigger
Im already loaded
Prone to misfire
Ready to administer
The self inflicted bullet

Hey! You got mail
And I hope that without fail
That this makes your day
Because this is a unique way
of having a conversation.
Something of our own creation
to actually put pencil to paper
to let thoughts form and thoughs taper
It's more permanent than a text
because you won't read it this day or the next
it's the delayed gratification
the building anticipation
the surprise of not getting a bill
that makes writing to you such a thrill

Constructing my Web of lies
Strand by strand
Day by day
Self imposed ignorance
Thousands of soft lies
To bury one hard truth
First it's a safety net
Then it's a noose

the feeling of dread was creeping
we were only sleeping
here on the soft green grass
god i hope it will pass
and man were singing that same old song
and i hope that we can get some people to sing along
and that we don't get caught up in the form
that we differ from the norm
i'm spurting out whatever comes out to mind
and your responding in kind
that insane babble that make up our conversations
it has no reservations
it makes my day
in more ways then i can ever say
a break from normality
a rapid change in my mentality
might as well enjoy it here
as were spinning on a little blue sphere

I love the way you smile.
But girl its been awhile
Were just loafing on this grassy hill
I can never get my fill
Sensations of soft lips lingers
A knot of interlocking fingers
Jesus Christ I've missed you
And your eyes of pure blue
You've been so far away
But in my head every day
You whisper softly in my ear
Your motives are clear
I look into your eyes your soul
You are the piece that makes me whole
Our lips softly touch and touch.
I feel you smiling its all too much
We slowly pull apart
Its been a long start
We laugh and softly smile
Its just our style
The stars watch over head
The grass and flowers hears all that is said
Our bodies so close and hot
A type of closeness that is sought
A type of love that will last
Love that is present future and past.

If you lose your shoe you'll be in trouble
If you lose your socks make it double
We searched every where on the train
But it was ultimately in vain
It was like you made them disappear magically
Have you suffered some tragedy
And now shoes are strange and terrifying
When I look in the stroller your always untying
The double knotted laces
And making strained faces
As your little finger muscles strain
Its kinda cute but your driving me insane

I'm digging your geometry
All of your beautiful asymmetry
Measuring out all of your curves
You are more then I deserve
Obtuse, acute and right
You are stunning tonight
Your perpetually moving lines
In the moonlight; you shine
Your an ever changing equation
I wish to find your every unknown variable

Look at the time slowly pass
And see the sweet and flowing grass
It covers the rolling hills and the never ending fields
Never knowing what it yields
The sun hangs heavy in the afternoon sky
And birds fly just to simply fly
A couple makes their way up the hill
They go by the names of Lucy and Will
Carries a picnic basket in one hand
And in the other a girl just as grand
And dressed in their Sunday best
As they watch the sun sink in the west
A sweet darkness wraps around them
The moon glows like a gem
The wind softly runs through their hair
A cricket chirps in the darkness somewhere
Will turns to her and looks at her stunning features
She is such a lovely wild creature
Her Wild emerald eyes burn bright
As they twinkle and burn in the moonlight
Wills smile spreads from ear to ear
Its infectious to all that are near
The stars stutter like film stuck in a projector
He holds her tight as her protector
Arms wrapped around her waist
The air around them sweet to the taste
They laid down and stared into space
Their fingers interlace
They consider every eventuality
Realizing they lack immortality
That they need to value time
Play till the warning bell chime
To make their love last
To value the future as much as the past
And they fall asleep on the hill
That ends the story of Lucy and Will

They shrink inside their coats
Their voices stuck in their throats
They want to scream in pain
They walk through the rain
Their trench coats a pitch black
Hope is something they lack
They walk a dead man's march
Its hard for even them to watch
They stare at there muddy shoes
As they silently sing the blues
It echoes in there heads
As they long for warm beds
The line seems to be endless
All of them alone and friendless
Empty trench coats marching on
All of them already gone
An empty husk
That will be gone by dusk.

Taking swigs from the bottle all bitter and sweet
Half lit eyes, were dead, dead on our feet
All twisted inside and in our minds
We battle demons of all different kinds
The sun will rise as always
Following us as we trek across life’s highways
Driven by some unknown hunger
Something to make us feel younger
To feel alive again
and not old woman and men
To little girls and boys
playing in yards with little toys
We look at the bottom of our flask
and we don’t know who to ask
it seems we need a new mask

you say i'm mature
but i'm not sure
is there a cure
i wan't to be a child
something untamed and wild
perfect innocence
i require deliverance
from my own mind
i will no longer be confined
by foolish social responsibilities
i will be measured on my own abilities
and not by peoples twisted perception
this is not self deception, i merely am a exception

The colors flared
Everything became brighter
The sunlight glared
It all became tighter
Words flowed out like wine
Time slowed to a halt
You're eyes shined that familiar shine
I took a snapshot and stored it in the vault
A perfection encased in the eternity of my mind
Then its all starts moving once more
The gears of time will always unwind
But memories build our core

Do you smell that?
The hint of death in the air
The passing of a black cat
The monster emerging from his lair
The sound of his claws scraping the ground
His Hearts pumping electric  blue blood
He hears the most finite sound
A body makes a thud
The beggars blood pours out onto the street
He retracts his fangs
And listens to his hearts beat
Over the monotonous beating he hears a pang
He leaps into action
Charging full speed
There is no reaction
only the assurance that something will bleed
The monster is filled with hot lead
The guard shakily holds the smoking gun
The monster is dead instead
Now that guard only goes out in the sun

Music flows through your eyes.
It fills them to the brink
Expands the blue skies
A huge glass to drink

Eyes heavy with drum beats
Music says what can't be said
Sleeping on top of the sheets
Songs paint a picture in your head

Birds in your sleep
Gray eyes hovering in the dark
Shouting Base lines that start to creep
The bird is a lark.

I was walking through untouched snow
Feeling the frigid winds on my face
As distant stars dimly glow
From the cold depths of space

I was drinking cold water on a hot summer's day
As I sat out back in the reclining chair
Watching the clouds drift away
And a mockingbird's melody flowed through the air

The smell of scrambled eggs sneaks under my door
And suddenly I'm wide awake
My stomach would wait no more
I’m quickly downstairs devouring pancakes

We were the only car on the highway
Traveling in the dead of night
Where there are things you can only say
In secret and out of sight

Inspiration strikes in the dead of night
Fragments and whispers linger in my head
I write them in my notebook before they take flight
And choose another poet instead

Trudging through untouched snow
Face made red by the wind
Cold felt in my bones
Distant stars looked down on me
From the depths of space

Drinking cold water in summer
Relaxing in the reclining lawn chair
Watching clouds drift
Mockingbird's melody carried
On the wayward breeze

Scrambled eggs sneak under my door
Finds my nose
Jumpstarts my motor
My stomach howls
In an instant
I'm down stairs feasting

We're the lone car on the highway
Everyone else is gone
The only ones left in the universe
That greases my throat
Confessions and secrets flow
In the sanctuary of two am

When Inspiration strikes
Fragments and whispers
Condense, take form
Go from thoughts to paper
In an instant
They go as quickly as they come

I wear this tattered shirt
It has a little dirt
The sleeves are too long
And the buttons are wrong
It has diagonal stripes
And a little pocket for wipes
Its red white and yellow
People think i am an odd fellow
I wear this shirt everyday
No matter what people say
Even if the tag is in Latin
It may be expensive satin
But i love my shirt
I'll wear it into the dirt.

The apartment walls are as thin
As cell membranes
Your life is seeping into mine
Through osmosis

You're room is right above mine
And sound and fury and smells
Come through the divide
Flowing freely as wine

Our clocks are aligned
The car door slams in the parking lot at two am
You drunkenly lead girls up to your lair
Unaware of anyone else in the building

You **** with the windows open
The bed creaks above me
A major seismic event
Complete with a screaming damsel

Never ending netflix
Are you still watching?
Yes. I am always watching
Binging: rapid consumption
The sin of a glutton
Always feeling guilty afterwards
Marathoning: a long journey
Requiring stamina and determination
When you finish
You feel acomplished but half empty
As you long for the next race.

The continue watching section
Is an ever changing battle ground
Where titans like Mad Men
With its 7 seasons and hour episodes
Rise and fall
The catalog rotates constantly
An exercise in media darwinism
Where only the strong remain
And the marathon runners
Are at the top of the food chain

You've  worn down the souls of your shoes.
Looks like you've blown a fuse
***** hit the fan
your left without a plan
Everyones moving and your standing still
Popping that little white pill
Laughing and singing as time slips away
What do you have to display?
A stroll with no end in sight
A stoner's rich delight
Stand up or stand down
There's no other way around
Time to get new shoes
Time to stop singing the rich boy blues
Get your **** straight
And clear off your plate

I ride the silence of the night
Wind blows all around me
Trust me its quite the sight
Flying free always free
I open my eyes
Everything is off shade
From the black snow skies
Things burst and quickly fade
The clouds are thin and thick
The cold grips my skin
It chills me quick
I awake in my bed
I am scared
It was all in my head

She has this air
that she doesn't care
That she doesn't give a ****
Not. One. Bit.
You'd think of her shallow.
All marsh but no mallow
But that's not the case
Its written on her face
In the small movement of her lips
And the small vocal slips
When her voice stumbles over words
And she hits melancholy chords
Big smiles that don't quite reach her eyes
I can see through her guise
Because normality
Is only a formality

I clutch my spiral ring notebook
Close to my pounding chest
I flinch with every glancing look
My thoughts do not rest
With cold hard stares
Their eyes drill into my head
I sit here among the savage bears
I sit on my death bed
I make sure the sheets are nice and neat
I write endlessly in my notebook
I flow my fears into it and steady my heart beat
I ramble like an endless brook

People are always giving me notebooks
Once they find out I write
At christmas
At birthdays
At random
At least two a year
They sit in a stack on my shelf
Hundreds of pages blank
Hundreds of poems unwritten
White page syndrome
Magnified ten fold
Intimidation radiating off them in waves
I prefer to use a computer
There, the pages are infinite
The limits are unknowable
No silent expectations to fulfill
Just a never ending canvas

I wish I was a character in a novel
My conversations would be meticulously crafted
I would never be at a loss for....words  
There wouldn't be          long          awkward
Silences
                               Between sentences
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never be unblurred
No i  said misheard
My thoughts wouldn't s-s-stutter right out of the gate
Causing a ten word pile-up in my mouth
I wish I could make life more novel
I just want to trim away all the fat
All the conversational excess
To get to the real meat of it
Do away with all conversational trivialities
And just move the plot forward

My mouth moves in yours.
So smooth and sweet
As our fingers interlace
A blaze engulfs your eyes
I see you there so sweet and comely
All the sensations I have ever felt  overwhelm me
The smell of spring air. The taste of burnt popcorn
The hot burning pavement and the cool touch of stone
They are everything and then nothing
And in that instance of nothingness is where you lie
You in your inner most self
We lay there wrapped in the thick blankets
I gaze into your blazing sapphires
And they blur and soon sleep takes me

Old poems dead and buried
In death the words deteriorated
Into things I no longer recognized
Strange arcane relics
Gateways to past minds
Awaiting to be excavated
By wandering eyes

The labyrinth of memories  calls from the earth
There has been no death and no birth
Lives just flowing on in a loop
Doing laps in the primordial soup
Reach for self-exploration
Look beyond your self and find the foundation
Discover the workings of the universe
So marvelous and diverse
Everything is connected
All things effected
Love holds everything together

There was a sense of anticipation
That flooded my mind
As I walked to the train station
The stars slowly aligned
As summers dying breath filled my lungs
And wanderlust possessed my feet
I dreamed of foreign tongues
And jungles of concrete
I held tight to my escape
A one way ticket to anywhere
Like a dream about to take shape
Like a self fulfilled prayer

Thousands of lights hang in the cool night air
You were wearing that sweatshirt that smelled like sunshine
My fingers found themselves in your long auburn hair
We gazed at the skyline
Metal giants trying to grab the stars
Countless people living in the belly of the beast
But out here. In the forest nothing is ours
Tonight we drove east
Silence engulfs us completely
There is no need to speak
Nature does it sweetly
Out here words seem weak
I gaze into your twin blue lakes
They are pure and free
There is no time for mistakes
We simply be.

You are my type
The time is ripe
The time for the harvest
No time to rest
The fruit is glistening in the trees
Sweet summer breeze
Sunlight streaming
Smiles gleaming
Minds dreaming
Subconsciousness screaming
Feet in the softgreenmoist grass
Time no longer seems to pass
I'm reaching critical mass
Your soft sweet smile
Your charm and guile
You've got style
Your eyes burn with such intensity
Such perfect density

The poem stretches down the page
Stained with tears and flowing with rage
Written with a trembling hand
Its disconnected and hard to understand
It jumps from here to there
It is everywhere
Its all in the poets head
it sleeps with you in bed
it follows with its jumbled lines
You read what is seemingly defines
But your eyes rearrange the words
They appear like soft little birds
You read what you want to read
afraid where to where it might lead

You toss your coat on the floor
The heat is escaping rapidly
You slam shut the door
You look over at me
I'm sitting in the armchair
You're smiling a feline smile
It's too much to bear
We havn't done this in a while
You pull out a deck of cards from your pocket
You deal out a hand
Your eye whirls in its socket
You know something that I will never understand
My hand is total ****
You lay down four aces
A leap back a bit
You start making faces
I pull out my phone
I call up that little pizza place
Tonight we're eating out at home
Theres that smile on your face
And we continue playing way into the night

Synthesized voices galore
Every woman dressed like a *****  
Automated drum machines
Played for the masses of teens
Lyrics that have no weight
Stereotypes played straight
All claim to have originality
But there is a sort of brutality
Because its all for the cash
Its no substance all flash
Corporate manufactured ****
And were eating it up bit by bit

Go out into the rain
Warm drizzle going down the drain
Laugh a little,dance a little ,live a lot
Get soaking wet, who needs a dry spot
The water comes down heavy in places
Things so blurry its hard to see faces
Lighting flash and thunder roar
laugh for more
When you get you always get dry
There is always time to cry
But this is not it
Rain that looks like spit
It starting to stop
You're as damp as a used mop
But your fine with that
You shake off at the welcome mat.

Go down to the river and pray
Till you covered in mold and decay
In this time of introspection
You are finding your reflection
The river is murky and deep
People have minds and hearts to keep
All people gather there
The sounds of silence ring loudly in the air
Through times of grief and times of sorrow
And all the happiness to come and to follow
People die and people soar
And the river flows forever more

I can't face the consequences of my inaction
Or predict the severity of your reaction.
I can't tell you the whole story
But when someone does, it will get gory
Blood will spill from severed ties
And fate will roll it's loaded die
Shared memories will untangle
Momentarily our futures will dangle
Helplessly and fall through the cracks
I'm launching a preemptive attack
In my head it seems a lot worse
maybe I should let it run it's course
Instead of having one foot out the door
I should be doing more

All my hopes hung on one promise
One impossible magical promise
Everything traces back
To this one point
That only holds up
When I don't look at it directly
It hangs in my peripheral
Out of time, out of focus
Fluid in definition
Like a monolith
It supports me
Like a ghost
It haunts me
Like gravity
It grounds me
Like a black hole
It consumes me

The words are deep and cryptic
All driving at something apocalyptic
Incense all thick and foggy in the room
We struggle to grasp our impending doom
The old lady watches us from the corner
Like a funeral with a condescending mourner  
She smiles a crooked smile
Her words invoked visions
Visions of humanities excision
Great fires will engulf us whole
And the great bells of the universe will toll
As we go insane for a little while
And it all seems to burst at the seams
And suddenly there are no sweet dreams
And we try to forget
And we all feel regret
But it echoes in our mind
And it destroys us in kind
Inside us was planted the seed of madness
The cold black women looked on at with a sadness
As we screamed and cried and laughed
The lady made use of her craft.
She disappeared
Leaving us with what we most feared
Knowledge of the future

The water falls down.
Today the sky is crying
the tears fill the air

her tears fill my heart
her scream is a thunder clap
loud and condemning

the water carves deep
Breaking down the dirt
Carved with true sorrow

her pain never stops
constantly numbing her heart
life without a sun