I like how the twist happens in a knot
how posture is weird in a world losing sleep
a single star shoots out the counting fingers
1-2-3-4
the last one spared so we all have one reason to remember not to point,
Sadly the heart was stuck by love
The guiding light pointed and spoke in just
But after we are left alone it's our heads we lose
A spastic jolt behind the eye inquires the fight has just begun,
climbing to the front lines screaming for the sane to run home
leading only the crazy to the steps to ask
"How would you explain the world today to a child?
That thing that we all talk about and yet never reach
the answer for a question asked only while high
sad that it's been forgotten only yesterday,
The screws were wrong so the rings grew long and hateful
The flatline between I and the starting line
Staring at a maze from above is different then being within it
Success is only as rewarding as the length of time spent
"give up now"
Luck has it that secrets are kept for intellect to seem smart
so start sitting on the empty wave on nowhere land
break all the sound and drink all the air
wait for nothing longer so that something has to arrive
then leave it alone forever
peace is reachable when you draw a picture and hold it
Poe is underestimated except when spoken in other names
Thats why I hide so well in Poetry