Sleepy-Time tea
wrapped in blankets
slumber in peace

No longer sleeping
He sits awake in a forest of dreams
Shrouded in darkness
No more light to his path
He holds onto his pillow
Surrounded by the demons that haunt him
No longer knowing what is real and not
He clenches the pillow to ignore the pit in him
Suffering silently slipping off the edge

I have a right, you know
To go around
Catching all the flies that bother me

  Twisting my arm
      Clasping my hand(s)
Almost, playing with my prey
Holding onto tricks up my sleeve
Reaching like a madman

But you wouldn't you know it?!
I'm actually pretty good at doing it

Chaos and poverty, hand in hand

The world is a fragile place
A stone's throw and it'll shatter like glass.
It warps, contorts, and moves,
Just like it should,
But glass is fragile.

The World is a strange place
I throw rocks, just to skip along the water
But no matter where they went
I hurt you.

I don't know if i have anything more to talk about
I have come to terms with everything in my life including
Myself
Now what do I do

The strangest subtelty exists
in humans, solely for our hubris to
Ignore; For not to instigate
falling to this subtlety in fear.

Yet those vagrant "apostles"
Praise this subtlety, this alternative,
In absolute pride.
As if embracement, is a better-ment
of their corrupt soul, living as if it is natural.

Preaching fear as Evil, spinning their
woven ignorance as idealism.
Basking in the witching hour calls.

Not to be mistaken as holy, but wreathed in thorns on my brow, I reply:
Desperate.

I smell the steak you grilled last night,
It lingers

I feel the chills and instinct run heel to head,
Urging my forward gentle belligerence

I hear the faint disjointed breaths that take an eternity, and no time at all when you sleep

I taste the emotions that overpour from your steam engine and cap, remember to release the pressure sometimes

I see only what's in front of me, and what will be in front of me and all I see is you.

Return to me
As all things should
They come from nothing and return;
Construction,
Destruction,
Reconstruction,
All things must flow back to me
I am God

Imagine you are drifting through nothingness
You see all yet nothing
Something draws to you

Sit up straighter
Hands on your knees (as you read this)
You feel your greater purpose

You are rooted in the universe as a dark dark orb
Patrolling the stark existence

Things are drawn into you as you become more round,
Yet more massive

Do you spin?
Do you spew your excess matter?
Do you lay dormant--
Only picking up what you run into?
What runs into you?

Feel yourself flow through space, time, the universe
Feel yourself defy the laws of nature and bend all that is
Feel your soul mend itself
Through all the places you've been
Construct
Deconstruct
Reconstruct again
You are a black hole
Swallowing up all that dares cross your horizon
You are both nothing, and the very existence of
Everything
All things orbit around you
Yet
You orbit around the universe
Nothing can stop you

A zemblanity is, effectively, an unpleasant unsurprise
That's when I realized which you were

To share things
In a boundless way
to bring a couple together closer
no matter what is

THAT is Intimacy.

Teacher, how can I learn patience

Let me put you in a spell
I want to make your life hell

Let me pull you back out
I don't like listening to you shout

Let me pull you of a funk
I don't want you packing your trunk

Let me put you in your place
I will get up in your face

And so I did it
And so I lived it
And so I said it
And so I will do it again

I am the grey
That lives after the light
But before the dark

I am the twilight

I am the emotion you feel
When neither option is right

I am option three: Neutral

I am the scream of the teenage girl
next-door

Who knows what it really means

I am
Me

She lives through her words
So carefully placed
Without them she would be faceless
And I think that makes her beautiful
That she has found her identity
Because I'm still working on mine

Down by the beach
Lives a hermit crab
And under moonlit nights
He cleans
So I beseech you
After he sleeps his pale slumber
Go clean the beach

It has been awhile
Since the last clash
I used to be just a child
And now that I can stop them
I choose to let the brash battles,
Like the ones at the bulge, push on

I'm not going to babysit adults
She stands and yells, he sits and antagonizes
It's aggravating and agonizing
They like to drop bombs
It's getting agitating to see such polar opposites
Fight
Especially over small things
Like the computer chair

I feel
Discombobulated
Angry
Livid
With myself
Because I find myself
Without anything else

Sundaes at sunset
Made me realize just how much I
Flutter at the sight of your perfect brown eyes

Don't let them fade

Soft silky complexion
Stays healthy in your dying moments
Facing it daily

Please don't fade away

Something says to
Never let these days die

They say perfect people
Don't exist
And I know you're not
But to me you are
And just as I realized
That,
That thing in my heart,
You told me
Something that made me lose my grip on reality

Ripped jeans are holy
For the memories they induce are priceless
It's time to listen to our souls
For each one has a story to tell

I wake up
Every morning
To a brand-new day
At one am

Which *****
because
At one am
there is nothing
to do

So i wait until daybreak
to write something new

and i start my daily routine
all over anew

Inside and out
Humans are magnificent
We each have a single butterfly in our head
The Sphenoid is what I'm talking about
There in the back of the skull,
Without it, our mind would
Truly wander in our skulls

From the day I met you
I knew that you 'd forever haunt me
I also knew what you'd be before you knew
I have a weird superpower to predict the future
Upon first contact
Little did I know that it would be my fault
I don't blame you for hating me
But
Know this
I don't even remember your face anymore

calamity and noise
polute my calm poise
distraced by the confused solute
of try-it-again rhythms

I need new friends
My old friends keep leaving
And I've never felt so alone

I'll
Miss
You

What do you want your last words to be?

Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.
Duality of man makes us wonder,
If not but nothing has been done before

Though mysteries and superstitions roar
Life and death cause us all such a blunder,
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.

As time moves in one circle, such a bore
I see duality go asunder
If not but nothing, has been done before

Like a philosopher I reach, I soar,
In search of something way over yonder
Something, so well known, it shakes man’s soft core

The duality of man is a war
One of unending battle and plunder.
If not but nothing has been done before

And now I slumber dreaming something more
Awoken by a clap of harsh thunder
Something so well known it shakes man’s soft core
If not but nothing has been done before

A gentle warm wind
To signal a season of death
Swiftly with it
The sweet song of sparrows
The soft pitter-patter of rain
Wipe up your tears and get on you feet
A new day is at your door
Take off your skinned leather parka
The cold no longer shows your breath
And put away those soft winter knits
Let there be no more harrow
And pain should be that of scraped knees
From play all but too rough from friends you meet
After all your spring chores
Sunny like a Petrarca

In the Season of life
lives happiness

I do a lot when I'm bored
None of it good

Hello, hey, hi
or some other opposites
of goodbye
Introduce us to new possibilities

It started out as two
Just a couple to climb my hill
When a warm wind blew the ice away
And that's all it was for a few rotations

Then the couple, just the two
Turned into three, now just a few
Boy was he loud
Not long after it was just two, that's okay
Little did I know it was gonna be a trio again

As some time passed it became four
But one never left my root's side
"Odd" I thought
I decided to nurture it, now it is with me forever
The situation is always changing

I have housed mice and birds
Snakes and cats
And now
Humans

But as they age, so do I
I know they all love me and my hill
Sometimes they just come to hide

I've never been lonely
they always come back, but now I hold two
And three come back

Alas I'm growing old and my own children
Have only just taken root and a third lies with us, but only one
comes back to us, my children and I

It seems I can't give them up, although they lie still
I can't imagine the same fate
None come to visit

1 part Patron
2 parts Lemonade
3 parts summer

I never throw my 2 cents in
Because everyone expects a dollar

In dead cold blizzards
typically one does something...
Warming

so scooch a little closer
and lets do something
Warming together

Grey asphalt
Lacking tar, cracking like glass
Dissuade onlookers from
Old hotel bay windows not yet boarded
Concrete cliffs

The first step is birth;
to do this you must curse all of your self worth

The second stone is self awareness;
you must find this to know your purpose

The third stepping stone is faith;
You have to put some in yourself before you can live

The fourth one, important to some, is love;
Be careful when finding this, you don't want to skip the previous three

The fifth step is more of a miss-step;
you must fall down before you can get back up again

Number six must be make the others askew;
you need to find that self-worth

Seven and finally you're free;
You're happy

Oh, Love
How creative be you
bring me up when I feel blue
bring me to me knees
give me a clue

Oh, Life!
Joyous as thou might be
i propose to you on one knee
to no avail
somehow filled with glee

none-the-wiser

Those not afraid
Are the ones most bound
To fall
Straight to the ground
And the ones who are
enjoy the tranquility
of falling

Deep in those woods
Behind any good house
Lie secrets worth exploring

Secret lovers
Secret adventures
Secret secrets
That stem from imagination
The kind we all love to find out

Evil demons
And beautiful damsels

Where you learned to master swordsmanship
Where you brought your first love
For a cheesy picnic on la Grande Jatte  
That we saw in art class once

Secrets are kept
In those woods out back

Cool coconut caresses
The open sores in my mouth
From not eating.

I can't help it,
"I don't need it"
I tell myself

It burns but in the least satisfying way
I'd rather swallow fire than
Let myself eat a hole through my empty soul

Trudging through this creative poison
Using it like I use this
Eating away at the different layers of what I need to live

I write this through cold fingertips
Dipped in the blood of my heart
I see my own soul in the bathroom mirror
It's weird i can see myself so much clearer
So while i lie here alone
And stare deep into my phone,
Call out to me,
I'll reply with the cold dead truth

The cold dead oak tree
Roots itself inside my head
But i have never bled

The winged boy, so unassuming
Stuck with his consuming thoughts
Can no longer stand the time it takes
To climb his peaks
If they keep shackling weights
To let gravity pull him down

Let's walk together
Down South Main Street
A place of lunch and movies
A place of music and beauty
A place to dance and be alive
Somewhere to jump and jive
Let's be lovers down South Main Street
Without a care in the world
Proving to others our undying
Gratitude
Inspiring ourselves and others
Let's grab lunch on South Main Street
Down by the plaza
Dinner by the square and stargaze
In the park
Let's be lovers on South Main Street

Grab me an ice pack for his ache
I'm head over heels
And now I now how it feels
But I don't think you know what's at stake

Oh I've fallen
And now I'm sore
I feel like I was hit with a boar
So now I sit here callin'

I feel the birds and butterflies
In the pits of my belly
It's turning my insides into jelly
And it makes me want to cry-

-Out in joy
and I promise I won't play
You aren't my prey
And I won't be coy

I'm so madly in love with you
I'm head over heals but I'm feeling blue

I live on an island
In the sea of my own thoughts
Life is never stagnant, neither is the sea
That is why i choose to stay
Where in isolation, I am least alone

One deep... breath
Pushing the daily grind
Contemplating in his mind
The thoughts of an old soul
In a young man's heart

Still as the world revolves
But not his

Land changes, Seas change, Skies, and life, too.

If one escapes life too often, their life becomes their escape.

Everything is scrap until one needs it.

The world belongs to itself.

Whilst laying under the baroque
I spotted a looming oak,
One so out of place
It screamed out to my face,
It seemed surreal
Sitting there talking out
But somehow its goal was to conceal
Yet I couldn’t figure out what about,
Two dreary tears fell in my eyes
For the painting has cries
Cries of joy and fear,
Though using its tear
I saw a magical moving picture
It threw me to my knees
As if it wants this scripture;
For in a forest of trees
Lies both life
With strife
And death
To be without breath