awaken not on earth
but in infinity
speak not in slurred words
but with divinity
live not outside mankind
but in fellowship
don't dwell in suspicion
but in certainty
live not in difficulty
but in simplicity
don't live in horror
but in delight
fear not dark closets
but overcome
live not with demons
but with angels
live not with regret
but with peace
work not in languor
but with diligence
listen not with disregard
but with reflection
the greatest humans still cried
unspeakable seconds of intellectual wanting
troubled passions formed answers
days of nothingness left room for brilliance

on the brink of war
with a real estate mogul
more famous than before
he was a child rotten to the core
off to boarding school in Baltimore
built a business from the ground floor
made a few bucks
then a few more
built a mansion on the lakeshore
next to a golf course
shot a perfect score
what more could you ask for
had a tv show
was a mentor
was a cut throat
savage like a matador
threw some money offshore
tossed a few people out the backdoor
kept his lies hidden in a trapdoor
not to certain on American folklore
or who was involved in the Crimean War
but always kept a perfect bowling score
now the state of our country is an eyesore
ran for president
dug in deep like a troubadour
this poem could wash up on the seashore
not today or tomorrow
but in a postwar

silence your animated shadows
such brutal shoutings only draw from your darkest nightmares.
dust away the lines of immutable diversity
the trending nuances are endowed masterpieces
only if you're lucky
will you remember what he did out of passion
dare not complain of things to overcome
do not be your own servile corpse
sufficed to receive pleasures not truly your own
specific miseries perpetuate in stubborn wills
feeling delighted despite everything
forward through a few songs
it's apparent we are sitting in an English garden
and yes I am the walrus
finally we crest in a dream with forged shadows
never before have silent strokes sent such passionate waves of selfish love
your expressions of futile enthusiasm
counterbalance disturbing inscriptions on beautiful shadows
the dark complexions sink further into visible shadows

nervous hours interrupt my life
i feel the center of my body cringing tight
i point my eyes to the sky
and i know i'm alive
stepping hard-and-fast with right ideas
I hate the broken solutions you sent to me the day before
my motors run off soul-eating spite
your prevention is a refuge
a soft pillow for the traitor in my head
I'm a prisoner going through a native winter
a creature living without a coat
my occupation still nothing but a question
discussions of mortal phenomena,
temperatures risings, unhealthy hours
voices complaining
my ear pressed against the pillow
I'm begging for absolution
i ****** my hands through my chest
deep into my soul and search for a remedy
search for a way to make it right

reality can turn evil in an instant
your thoughts & mine
are what keep us distant
with my whole heart & soul
I embrace our free land
for our courageous soldiers
and my great liberty I will stand
to the forerunners of self-will run riot
stop pointing to the sky
in his eyes you are the Pontus Pilate
you're venom
like an open sore
on a ******

let's see, what time is it?
alright it's 3:13
this guys on the threshold of death
alright, well
I'm pressed for time
let's just make it incurable
i know, it's too bad
but, this guy's got a hair across his ***
i don't why
i mean come on, his mother was 81
she lived a great life
she had to network outta here
i never intended to start stacking bodies
into human columns, but there were problems
we had problems,
you want to start exchanging roles with me
you're gonna lose
you want to test me...bang....tsunami
not enough, i can try this....
how about an earthquake,
not really feeling it yet, not really touching you personally
this guys in his car, driving down main st during busy season
this is gonna hurt, anybody scared straight yet?
what??? still not enough???
alright...this newlywed couple, you know the pastor & his new bride
on their way to the Caribbean, finally sitting in 1st class...
here we go...this planes turning around.....

meditations emanate in the summer breeze
seals & croft plays on the radio
a familiar voice
a welcomed pause
otherwise complicated
wandering thoughts
all come together
like Greek soldiers
at the gates of Troy
hope, faith, love, laughter,
my Trojan horse
these revealing hours
turn to minutes
thoughts dispel
through the walls of
doubt, disgust, & hate
we pass through
onto incredible interests
articulated discussions
one on one considerations
we sketch familiar ideas
while droplets of time
fill empty buckets
that overflow
like every Greek trajedy
that must come to an end
we bid farewell
go back to the battle
and face our Achilles heel

I was at your bedside the night you died

Your brittle frame tucked tightly under starched folds of white

the continued buzz from the neon lights above our heads

interrupted the conversations i wanted to have with you day after day

I did not presume to have a meaning or a basis for understanding

so that night while we were alone

I joined my hand with your soul

and I murmured confessions about the sins I had committed

I gave you the reasons for the madness behind my actions

The bad decisions I made I blamed on youth

consequences taught me about life's drafts that should have never went to print

I felt those awful secrets were now brought to justice through your pain

every reflection jumped between injury and regret

unconscious wishes and secrets went on to become

a powerful prayer I say for you know

hours belong to trending questions
inferior stupidity is a conundrum to confusion
we looked for the answers in illuminated conversations
constantly seeking frenzied inflections in their speech
indications in moods were scrutinized
strange approaches to most languid illusions
then nature bloomed a wall
it surrounded primitive cerulean depths
tunneling down into infinite beautiful spheres
below ghostly fitted harmonies
the smell of past annoyances breathing new life
into coffins long ignored by my credence  
no one knew that she hardly established a sufficient impression
whether there had been potential or not I would never know
moments of interior harm would come to a virginal mirage
I walked the child away
feeling like you stained his youthful soul