A peacock has many feathers.
Each one holds a secret,
A confession,
A prayer,
A hope.
If this peacock gets lost
And is found by the wrong folk,
He will be plucked of his secrets, confessoins, prayers, hopes.
Standing bare for all to see-
Where this bird started out
And how he grew to be
Complex,
Twisted, yet so
**Beautiful.

**** me right
**** me wrong
Either way let's get together
And hum a love song

Clarinet man sits
Upon a New York cloud
Watching all the bustling
As his music plays so loud.

He watches over his children
Watches his family grow so old
He wonders if they remember
All the stories he has told.

"Of course they do," he says
Slaps his knee with his fist
"For they have my soul with them,
I am the moth among the mist."

He feels a nudge upon his back
Stops and turns to see
His good old friend Benny say,
"Come play a tune with me!"

Back to back
They faced each other
Put their instruments to their lips
And harmonized with one another.

As he is playing
Clarinet man is able to see
The best things in life
They are all free!!!!!

Like a sorority girls' Uggs,
Worn down and washed out.

White noise.
The grey ants racing
Across the TV screen.
Dead,
Meaningless.
The boy stares for a time.
Transfixed on the pixelated blur.
Unaware there may be something
On the other side of the horizontal snowfall.
He misses his chance-
Focusing instead on the external chaos.

Train tracks
Hide your tracks
But what's done can't be erased
You've rode that train
You chose that train
The decision must be faced

Caught in the headlights of my own **** tracks.

Emotions
Brew
A ***
of
**Blues.

Blob Girl
Runny
From too much molding.
She lays all day
Can't gather herself up.
Just waiting to evaporate now
Maybe precipitate and start somewhere new.
Until then..
Blob Girl sits.

I'm a puzzle piece put back in the wrong box.
A pair of underwear thrown in the drawer of socks.
A star shining brightly in the hot summer sky.
A nun sitting among prisoners who **** and who lie.

Train tracks.
So long since I've visited.
Overgrown and forbidden entry way.
Soiled branches and littered ground.

But still the same memory.

Hear the rattling of the steel.
"Wave your hand!"
Toot-Toot

The old man laughs.

Gloomy forecast,
Slick cheecks,
Flooded Socks.
Gonna be a wet one!

Happiness blocks the art.*
Is that selfish?
Or just plain true?
Messed up minds
have one of their own.*
A delicate talent.
So easy to lose hold of.

This fire,
this fire right here.
Can burn,
can burn in the water.
Don't try,
Don't try to put it out.
You'll yearn,*
You'll Yearn even harder.

Made a wreath today
Those leaves are going to die out
and be crinkled and crumpled
Hot glued to the wreath
that sits at the back door
Nobody enters.
Those leaves will stay there
until the season changes

Sitting on the ***
Want to smoke some ***
Grow pretty flowers in a ***
Eat soup straight from the ***
Top*** now! Just..Top***!!

A box brings me comfort,
Don't wanna break through.
I'm so very content
Not seeing anything new.
You on the other side-
Stop knocking at me.
I will not come out,
It's you who cannot see.
I know every inch of this box
Like the palm of my hand.
I'm never thrown off guard,
Everything goes as planned. <3

i dream of a sifferent Me
someone who does not Exist
who is not supposed to Be
walking on the earth that Sits

Demons hold me down
yeah
Ears raw from all the noise
Trapped in a hell too real
it's weird
Drained of all my joys

One..Two..Three
_, _ and me.
Three..Two..One
Having guiltless fun.
0:)

It's that time.
Escape!
To that corner of my imagination, dreams...

Fire

Reminisce with all my Creative Ones.
Meet Them at my mind's doorstep.
The welcome me with o-pen a-r-m-s.
I can't wait for what's in store ^__^

Hollow* me out
Start over new
Reverse the last hour
And the thoughts that came through
I pray for control
It seems so hard to gain
Need to listen to my soul
Need my mind to be tamed

Aw hell no!
Shut the front door!
You're not welcome in on my secrets no more.
Don't tell me what's right,
Cause I'll tell you what's wrong
With all your litle lessons you've been preaching so long.

Pin me down in my sleep
A sign to never wake up
Demons tell me what to do
Who else knows.

Fog focusese my eyes
On an empty canvas
Can't see my reflection
Who else knows.

Belt tight around my lungs
Heart hard at work
Little help from someone's love
Who else knows.

Criminals lead me down a road
Twists and dizzying turns
New scene and problems lavish
Who else knows.

Ya know, I could use some buddy
And maybe a new spirit in this body
Leave everybody
And become a new *somebody

I hate your disease
Can't breathe-Only bleed
Make it go away
Somehow, just find a way
Tearing apart the seams
Of our family dreams
..
Dreaming is right...When will they take flight?
..
I know perfect's not real
But I really wanna feel
How it is to have a Dad
Instead of wish and be sad
Can't anything go as i please?

I ******* hate your disease.

Eyes so dry.
Begging for their blanket.
Close my lids to tuck them in,
They won't have it!!

Hidden lines
Nobody can read between.
My own twisted mind
Thinking it will never be seen.
Tough
Permanent
Strong...
Things I dream to be.
Thinking back it seems all wrong
But at that time I could not see.
The time has come to face
No longer able to disguise.
Hearts beating in a race
See the cuts staring into her eyes.
Dont say a word
Think fast and sly
...
Wish I was a bird
From what's coming, i will fly.

Whatever the weather,
It could always be better.
..
So what are we to do???
..
Pray for the sun,
Before the night has begun?
..
OR just accept that we're always blue!

Dream, Dream, Try
Think, Think, Lie
Live, Live, **Die