my head is filled with crazy thoughts
to the point i went out and bought
a heavy duty combination lock
to keep it all well guarded

keeping them both out and in
the depths of my loony bin
is this were it all begins
homegrown or imported

does it come in a brown bag
to go orders from out the head
taking home all that is left
for later consumption

as always though the sanity leaks
from my crooked smile, between the teeth
as in and out i can't help but breathe
the thought of around the bend, crazy's coming...

She revels herself in pieces
A little bit at a time
This girl here's a puzzle
With certain parts that are hard to find

She never comes with instructions
Though she's a picture of what could be
She'll give you something for nothing
If that's something that you need

She doesn't come in a box
So there's no need to unwrap her
Your better off with than better off not
If any of that really matters

So count her here while you have her in hand
With her there is no mincing
This girl is a puzzle like it's been said
With nary a piece that's missing

I asked this child what life is like
Spending the day on their trike
As they peddled hard they peddled fast
Life is like a trike I guess

I asked a boy in his teens
What is life like and what does it mean
He hopped onto his motorbike
And then flew off into the night

I asked someone of middle age
What is it about life that's all the rage
They rolled up the window and drove away
With nothing much about it to say

I asked an old man if he cared to share
What life was like in his wheelchair
He sat for a time with a vacant stare
Then wheeled himself out, going nowhere

The bus comes to a stop, watch your step
Duck your head, take a left
Walk the aisle till you find a seat
Pull out your phone for poetry

You make it through a few lines
Enjoying the cadence of the rhyme
At the next stop you look up
To see who steps onto the bus

A young mother with a couple of kids
You look back down at the poem you left
Poetry to you has so much to say
You love the vibes it throws your way

Earlier you stepped onto your back porch
A cup of coffee, cigarette that you just torched
As the first hint of birds start to sing
Out comes the phone with its poetry

You take a sip of your morning brew
Both it and the rhyme relaxes you
As the morning birds continue to sing
The poem starts to flow with their melody

With the sleep from your head fading away
You know that today is going to be a good day
You pick yourself up, take it all back inside
Preparing yourself for the daily bus ride

she was hooked
on drugs
and i was dealing
with depression
i became her new addiction
and my *** was her fix
she always confided in me but the four walls knew her better
and one day i went hibernating
she cut herself and befriended
a noose which she used to degrade herself because the anchor was absent in her life