#rousseau
returned to the same desk,
the same grindstone, the same thoughts,
cyclical patterns of thought and action,
but which comes first?
the will slips, the cracks widen,
and it all floods in, easier to understand,
caught within the same ropes,
you spun from woes of a broken past,
and they were meant to help climb out,
but the grease that bounds the threads,
cannot be grasped by those unresolved,
to the reality they crave most,
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
I felt the ground beneath me,
There was nothing at all,
I had nothing,
To stop the fall.
I could hear the shrieks,
of ghosts in time past,
I wonder how long,
they will last,
I could feel the breath of a slimy creature behind,
a conjure casted cat ran through my mind,
I thought of death and how my clock winds,
but alas, death leaves my contract left unsigned,
I opened my eyes, bright sun up above,
Startled, I jolted up with a buzz, gave my body a shove,
flowers on the ground spelled out love,
heat on my face I had nothing to speak of,
I took a long walk to understand,
what I thought was in the masterplan,
I sunk my toes in the dirt to feel the land,
I realized the plan isn't about my lifespan
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
This is a tale of long ago
I was a small boy new to this
Tedious life that is a show
The only thing inside was bliss,
Oh, Mistress, I held that pencil with a fist
I took those thoughts that run away
pulled them into the real world
I imagined a chicken named earl
In recess, I jotted notes on a pad with a twirl
for an assignment, my thoughts couldn't stay
It poured out my hand like neverland
my hand as stable as Afghanistan
The chicken had a mind of his own
and Earl made that page his home
I knew from that day on
Writer was a part of my identity's lexicon
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
Do not instigate,
use power to demonstrate,
the battle within
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
The progressive flow of time
can never, ever unwind
don't think towards infinity
and degrade your own trinity
The title of alive is but a mask
finding your power is your true task
I look back and I realize now
why my depression screamed so loud
I wasn't true to myself
I could think of nothing, and nothing else
To regain my insanity, my dignity
Grow my resolve towards infinity
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
Stuck in a chair,
Mind disappeared somewhere,
No time, and no care,
No place out of there
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
I look around, I stand alone
on a moonlight road, all my own,
I light a candle, hovered in front of me,
the fields of grass, warm, and overgrown,
I follow the trail of broken stones,
made of barren lights so far away,
the rocks, they whisper tired moans,
my feet pass over like tomorrow on yesterday,
I listen to the trees breathing with vanity,
I hear the leaves talking to the breeze,
It swirls around me, Oh, my Humanity!
The devil is close, can you feel him?
on the breathe of the homeless,
On the sweet taste of sin,
Global warming will make us globeless,
For you, me, everything in the sea,
That and more is what the trees tell me,
The path grows wider, with newer stone,
The future is ours, and mine alone,
We see things differently,
across the table, across the sea,
without us Earth would heal,
just another fossil in a tomb,
sent to doom like those before us,
All of the long necks and Tyrannosaurus,
rest in the ground
see the reality?
despicable delinquents of DNA
Throwing away what Mother Earth gave birth
War proves we don't know our worth,
The path reaches a fork
what will you choose?
for something meaningful to happen,
it starts with you
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Amber is the color of your energy,
I know I understand you,
bonded from paternal love, so naturally,
A soft melody, Your reasons, a lot of,
times you learned, fueled by experience,
your guidance for me, it's furious,
You're gone now, with a part of me
We can't find common ground,
we agree to burn it down,
We play it like a game,
Too late, we realize that's lame,
the needing in our compass is trembling,
your words hurt, an eminent sting,
Now I see all the futility,
of resisting all these jaded realities,
Don't burn what can't be rebuilt,
your mind is a million miles away,
your heart in the same place,
fix the day, before you separate,
Now I've hit the ground running,
these lessons I find so cunning,
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin,
The water is getting warm, go ahead, swim,
I miss you dad, and this is how I say
goodbye, I know you cannot stay,
The years start coming, and they don't stop,
Anxiety's the worry on top,
I know I let you down,
but I'm just a slave to the night,
I know I gave you hell through the years,
I know you've shed countless tears,
and I know you have countless tears.
But now there's a single truth.
There's you in everything I do,
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Out by the Strange Creek a little drunk,
I built a tower of stone, an imaginary throne,
I pondered of power and sat on a stump,
The moon hung like an old friend from up above,
There were many around, laughing and happy,
A few on the guitar sounded a little sappy,
Tents dotted the river, and I dipped my tows in the sand,
The stars up above illuminated the camp but not the bands,
Too many drugs made there way around,
back in the woods everyone gathered around a stage,
and jammed the music, they blazed,
for themselves, their future, but mostly the present,
Their bodies swayed, in a daze,
Acid, **** liquor and E
Oh boy, it was a party,
but the last bit of my sober self,
turned inwards and the whole of me felt,
the seven chakras flowing through me,
connecting me to infinity,
We partied for three days, acid babies littered the place,
We drank for our mistakes, and listened to The Machine,
The wall flowing through me,
We freed our bodies, and our souls to the void,
On the last night we were over joyed,
But now that I'm leaving I feel it slipping away
My crown chakra back into the haze,
My mind's eye back into a cage,
My throat chakra back underneath,
My heart chakra feels only grief,
My solar plexus can't handle a nexus,
My sacral is fine though, trust me,
But my roots,
They don't even trust me
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Recently, I've come to think I have ADD
Definitely, it's in the open, plain to see
As a child I found life hell,
The gears kept twisting, spouting some scandalous lies
My mind just raced no matter what,
Its true what they say, kids are mean, nasty, and cruel,
If I could go back, I'd say "know your heart is true",
I remember the Moose I saw, up in old Maine,
We were all in a cabin, I loved the soft rain,
Four generations, all as one,
Lived simply together, I remember our song,
We sung once when a fox poked up,
Out of the brush, we hushed and cooed out of sight,
And it stared with green eyes, and in there flared fiery fight,
I can remember the beach my favorite time,
I put my toes in cool sand, a feel that is sublime
The sand was so white,
It was just right for fireworks that starry night,
I can't imagine,
what would be better than warm water, Old Silver
is a beach where I would stay for meditation
Remembering the smell of the gross chemicals,
I sprayed at an abandoned night club, stomach full,
Of ***** I once stole,
from the cupboard where I wasn't supposed to go,
I could feel my soul,
When I climbed onto the roof, I could feel the weight,
When I sat on the edge, in front lay a beautiful city,
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Recently, I've come to think I have ADD
Definitely, it's in the open, plain to see
And to this day I find life hell,
The gears kept twisting, spouting some scandalous lies
My mind still races no matter what,
Its true what they say, life is mean, nasty, and cruel,
If I could go back, I'd say "know your heart is true",
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
I'll keep the lights on in this place,
I'll sit here in the dark forever if its the case,
but I know you'll be back soon,
When I call we both know its a harpoon,
The walls will dry and crack,
this is where you bring me for a panic attack,
I have felt worthless for so long,
I have lost interest in any game or song,
No I think I'll retreat back to that room to be alone,
In there my voice is nothing but calm in its tone,
I know its not the place that I wish to stay,
but time and time again the world is too **** gray,
I watch it all move and twist about,
my insides screaming, my skin crawls and I want to shout,
But the camera's shutter moves to slow,
and the world slows down to a snail's flow,
I never talked about the way I felt
except in that room, where my heart could melt,
and words can flow there like a summer's breeze,
so I regress back to that room with ease,
I'm sorry to make you read anymore,
If the windows crack I need you to shut the door,
I don't bring anyone else here,
I've lived my whole life in fear,
I need to break out and make anew,
before my youth slows to a crawl, and then it's through
If I think anymore, my brain will implode,
like a black hole, it's another episode
Inside I scream, my skin crawls, I want to shout
Please depression, just let me out
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
I prayed for rain fall for 100 years and not a drop fell,
Through the kingdom grew our depleted wells,
Of knowledge and virtue, a gift so strong,
And the mystics preach their ageless songs,
We wither, wasting away under the dim lit fog,
They are to us as we to a dog,
The stars are blackened by wrath of gods,
the world is trapped in mother's jaws,
Her nature is that of the beast,
Her carnage crosses due east,
I pray for help on the beach,
Coals of hell will burn their feet,
So help your neighbor for he is you,
And believe in yourself and those around you,
and take care of anyone near the end,
Because sometimes we too are close to the bend,
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
She’s as small, yet beautiful
As the budding spring leaves
She’s as radient and strong
As a summer day
She’s as colorful and calm
As the leaves falling off the autumn trees
Her hairs as white, and her mood as soft
As a snowflake falling on the ground
She's Born budding
And She Dies Soft
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
Please I beg you,
to end my life,
Squash me with a shoe,
Grab the hunting knife,
I haven't lived long, I know that now,
But ahead I see, infinite ways for my life to flow,
It's all just a stones throw from my sacred vow,
The world is unbalanced, her sobs and her woes
Guide us all to the future, with the past still fresh
her whispers of sorrow are blocked from all view
If we cannot change she will ********** refresh,
and a new species like Dinos, homos, next in queue
**** sapiens burning the bones,
of dinosaurs, once feared and renowned,
we rely on their power, the system groans,
when it disappears, the masses will groan,
A collective groan upwards of seven billion,
lives in the sand, in the grand scheme so bland,
they moan a tune of immeasurable trillions,
that rest within this vicious land,
And it all flows from positive to negative,
and it all seems so insensitive,
Or perhaps a cowards views are Introspective,
But a retrospective mindset requires sedative,
Collector that is why I have this sickening plea
Think what you wish, I am only me
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
"Once again I can visit you old friend.
What may I ask today, no more waiting, no delay.
My hands tremble as I hold this book.
Waiting for you, I need to look.
My destiny is a sham in the eye's of reality.
Now talk, before I bring myself to tragedy"
"What is it you need to know?
Time is not on my side, and like winds and birds I'll glide.
Be wary, a question to me is a dangerous game
The things I could say would drive you insane
Be careful, don't break stride, it will break if you tell lies,
And I will be gone, now that's a shanty strategy"
"You have the information I want, we both know
As you've been here before, I'm not daft
Now when I ask I need you to speak nice and slow
For I am young, still novice in craft
There's a billion ways I could ask this sort of thing
All I want to know is what the future will bring."
"There is no way to say this easy to someone as dear as you.
If you cannot change your ways much of your life is through
There are thrills in the years to come, and obstacles you must overcome
New faces to meet and new things that won't be undone
But the one thing you need to understand about life
All your days, from flowers to knife, you must not live in strife"
'That tells me nothing, my woes are stirred
my anger flashing, my memories a blur
I will fight you in years to come
and we will see what can't be undone
Like a bird I will fly far on
and then I'll smile when you're gone"
"Oh child you know nothing of life,
I have seen it all that you may live,
You're a fly, and I take this light,
you bide my time, my journey is long,
Now goodbye, a glimpse of the past,
You've taught me life goes too fast"
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Write a poem,
A lonely whisper,
It grows louder with each thought
It breathes slow with care,
It lives there.
write a word,
expression of you,
It is yourself, reflection,
just like a candle,
It stands there
Write a rhyme,
beautiful, sublime,
it will reach past your voice,
A monster is born,
A nightmare
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Break free from it's rain
death to life, only life to gain,
but both are the same
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
I hear echos but I can't see,
I reach out and nothing is before me,
Not friend, Nor nary a person
Not a tree, nor wildlife is is here to meet,
No stars, No sky, No hello's and no goodbye's,
Oh dear god I think I can see,
But in a non-existent silence I feel
Nothing is there, the end of the deal,
Nothing is aware, Then nothing can be real,
Nothing makes space and time, reality.
And you and I can question why,
but minds together cannot even weather
The rocks buried in our minds,
It won't align but I can tug on the tether,
Now I only have everything to find.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
It's called common sense
You're supposed to know,
and not be on the fence,
when the wind blows...
... you're gonna be whisked away
you should wear a weighted vest
You're disappearing, will be gone by may
If the gun shoots, do your best
Your senses fade to black
Sight, touch, only within an earshot
Your poker face has a crack
keep your mind taught.
There's a million ways this could go
but with your common sense you're supposed to know
When you try to speak not even a squeak escapes your lips
your life is one among many small blips.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Apples & plums high on their boughs
autumn is not far off now
nearby, red brick houses
sleep in the after-shower sun
only a few more days
& summer's done
the cyclists are speeding
on their way from work
along the Bristol-Bath cycle path
also ' railway path' called
& with a three year old laugh
a child in an anorak unsteadily sways
I've walked this way in the night
with the moon shining up above
& seen a fox run out in plain sight
into the middle of the path
the street lamps either side
amongst the trees, shining on it's red fur
& in the early morning light
watched a mysterious toad blink it's wide eyes
& walked it all the way
to Bristol town & back
& also to the old Steam trains
out past Warmley
dressed in my old boots
waiting for the sunset & the dark
calling up ghosts
musing on Rousseau
listening to birdsong
& wanting nothing more
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC