This man thinks what he sees is his
Whether it human or vegetable 
even water's up for dibs
This man will shed plenty of blood for dirt
Then burn invisible borders into the earth
This man knows he's invincible
This man believes he has principles

This man has a different view
He's humbled by nature and resists the coup
This man won't shed blood for dirt
He knows there's nothing worth that kind of hurt
This man understands life is finite He's grateful for each day and night
This man knows he's invisible
This man believes he has principles

You don't know, but I do and it's fun to watch you dance
Believing I'm appeased and that we still have a chance

You've been dragging around my corpse for years
Entertaining yourself with my body while I brush aside tears

I hate you ya know
It's that deep rooted kind of hate too
I resent your every breath and when you take your last one
I will not miss you

What a foolish and evil thing to do

To strap a couple bombs to you

Run into an airport and attack

Thinking God's got your back

Some people think my writing's good
Others think it bites
It's fine with me which one you choose
Just please no pity likes

Zeus demands some soup
But the Big Dipper's broken
Seems some stars escaped

The sky's blinding us
Only her eye offers sight
But for now it's shut

I blurt out too much
Show my hand too quick
Keeping nothing for myself

I refuse to bend
Take too harsh a stance
Ailenating everyone else

I speak without thought
Anger chooses my words
Lashing out at the tiniest ****

I can't envision a future
Choose to live in the past
I'm nothing but a big kid

God you're a dolt
You just blather on about stuff you know nothing about
Think you're the boss, when you're really a tool
Convinced you're a genius, but the world knows you're a fool
You preach from the sewers and think you're supreme
But you're truly just a narcissist who's insecure and mean
So happy you're gone
Hopefully we're not as dumb as before
Cuz I'm pretty certain we'll be seeing you in 2024

Crafty man
Can you build me a boat that's not made of sand?

Sunny girl
Can you quell my demons and bring light to my world?

You my love
What can you do?
Promise to love me forever and simply follow through

Suddenly out of nothing there was a big bang
And a vacuum gave birth to a planet of flames
She finally cooled down after millions of years
Her rage turned to sorrow and inconsolable tears
She wept so much water covered the land
She nearly drowned herself before life even began
The rest we all know, or have beliefs of our own
How this rock went from nothing, to water, to home

Velcro does not work
Scotch tape doesn't either
I've drowned my sorrows
in ashes and ether
In life people come and go
at their leisure
Ask how you are, hope you're well
They mean neither

Leo cracks a joke
But the moon's not in the mood
Grudgingly she grins

Choking on your words
Tried swallowing them for years
Time to spit them out

I'm so hungry
I'm so high
Eyes are blurry
I know why
Should I worry
Or deny
That we just hurry
Till we die

Please let me out of this Jack in the box
My spring is tightly wound
So kindly grab the lever
and just spin it around
Soon I'll pop up sprightly
but surely with a frown
Then I'll gasp for some fresh air
before you stuff me way back down

A tower of petals is not built to last,
but a Tower of Pizza can

The Statue of Liberty symbolizes just that
Yet she doesn't even have a free hand

The colloseunms were where the masses would go
To watch the most unholy acts unfold just for show

Churches were built to help the poor and the lame
But they were also quite fond of sentencing women to flames

The great Wall of China can still be seen from space
But it couldn't even keep Genghis Khan out of the place!

The Yin Dynasty should be really be red in the face

And so should the whole human race

All around your blueberry porsche
I saw a bunch of people
And oh, the fun you were having of course
****! What a weasel

Transparent yet veiled
With tendrils cloaked in daggers
Jellyfish mingle

When the last tree falls
And the seas swell with plastic
We'll have done our part

I wish I could write a great piece and then chill for a few

Instead of scrounging each day to create something new

Every poem I write literally makes me jones for more

Is it the poet or the addict in me?
I really can't be sure

Not sure if you're hungry, but
here's every word you just said

I will spoon-feed you each profanity as you lay in your bed

Let them set your bloodstream ablaze and go straight to your head

You can eat my words too because I'm overfed

Insignificant and insightful
Delirious yet delightful
Neither spirited nor spiteful
Both frightening and frightful

You need so much
I don't have it to give
I'm not sure if I can feel anymore nevermind live
Part of me worries that I'm dead
or at least the most important part of me is
You deserve so much
Yet I have nothing to give

In a frozen land
The sun is iridescent
As it creeps towards home