It's where I sit and smoke
No joke
I find my head
So I know I'm not dead
When I think
On the brink
Of the sanity which I dread
I think of my idle Poe
Which helps with all of my poems
Some things I know
Others I don't
I think of everything I wrote
The things about a s*ty year
Where I found the reality of my fears
Am I crazy
I don't know
Is it bad
Ask Edgar Poe
Who wrote words that spoke to my soul
And broke through in clarity
"I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity"
In this line my true sincerity
I think about this in my serenity
As the white wretch
Upon his pedestal
My bench

Morning breath kisses
Before everything begins
Before you weigh my many misses
Theres a feeling within
A feeling you get when you open your eyes
And see my subtle slumbering silent face
As peaceful as the skies
A once vile smell is gone without a trace
My love
You rise above
Into the light of my embrace
The alarm sounds
You'll soon be late
But you lean over and kiss my warm lips
I haven't brushed or even awoken yet
But that doesn't matter
Our love is all you taste

Hopeless
Fearless
Useless
And restless
My life is drift wood
Floating silently
Down the river of life
My sliver of strife
Seems silver on sight
Many say I am demented
The right ones see
They see the core of me
I remain tormented
And then I disappear
Instantly
Nothing more than a memory

an image

locked away and lost

gone yet vivid

until my block is tossed

all at once it consumes me

so much that i cannot see

anything in future or past

i cannot last

i remember the pain

striking into my back

i remember the rain

falling like tacks

my mind is frazzled and gone

i cannot see to the new dawn

my mind suffers many casualties

do to uncensored and vivid memories

I wake
Then bake
To differentiate
My state
Is ******
Slightly alone
But not quite caring
I'm daring
And debonair
To be millionaire
Without money
Going through life
With a disposition so sunny
It funny
The words I come up with
Inside my brain
When I think about
The girl I love
Mary Jane

Jealousy???
No this isn't jealousy
This is much more dangerous!
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Which measures your safety
Because you've encroached on my territory
Here comes another horror story
I will beat you
And break you
Until your blood flows like a river
So shiver
Your worst nightmare arrives
What will you do
When even your hope dies

Fire lights the sky
Explosions up so high
How I love the fourth of July
But then I think
Why
Why do we celebrate
When our brothers and friends are dying
When innocent youths duck down crying
While on our own streets women are *****
In the loud crack of the fireworks
A man is shot dead
By a silent thief who quietly lurks
In the shadows where a man now lies in a pool of red
Police abuse their powers
While mere children are trapped in bullet showers
As a shopkeeper is killed as he cowers
All i see is impending doom
I do not know to what or to whom
As you sit reading in your room
Do you also think we've built our own tomb
Will we all be without homes
Will our country fall like Rome
Will this become an ancient tome
A mere relic of our great land
With its beautiful beaches covered in sand
Purple mountains standing graceful and grand
And I realize
I should dry my eyes
Because no matter what
Nothing can take what we have built
Never will our flower wilt
An I will say forever, and ever
Remember, remember
Change will come in November
Or maybe not
I know not what lies ahead
And i don't care, I just hope i wont be dead
And then I avert my eyes
Oh how i love the fourth of July
Because then i can think
And watch the beautiful iridescent skies