All your thoughts, dreams and ideas are a cruel joke
Love isnt real
Self absorbed, emotionally cannibalistic, pieces of ****
A cruel joke it is to try to involve any other person, especially the opposite ***, in your life
This **** is a joke
A ******* charade
I ******* rage against it
I sit alone
Breath deep
Eat well
Run often
Love none of you
Its more peaceful and secure this way
Your all just zombies on a feeding frenzy
Emotionally, mentally, physically
You rob people

I dreamt a deep colorful dream of me in a mansion
Then woke up in a shotgun house on the Westside
I once dreamt for a year or 2 span of a faceless beauty who helped my heart but kept waking up in pain from toxicity
I stopped calling them dreams
There lies
I dreamt I ran for miles in the woods just because i could
Just because I was alive and could
When i awoke, i did just that

I just came here to scream
To scream into plugged ears
Walled off mind's
Dark rooms
The void
I have choices
Eat a ****** bullet or rot away like a good person
I have every note or tear or said and unsaid word of me and any of my blood or fellows tucked away in my heart sarcastically
Nobody saw it coming!
We missed the signs!!!
How selfish!!!
As if the only significant factor in a person who has no idea why they exist taking themselves out is the fear of a brutal act against oneself
The major fear, its a ****** frightening thing, is what happens after!!!!????
Why men beg at there knees for lifetimes
Beat traditions and doctrines in there offsprings head
It soothes a fearful heart
Look around
We **** on each other
That is it
Wether you feel something young or old you feel it and decide quickly to hide it
I picture any person i meet, especially intimately, to be a bright beautiful person with eyes like the universe and both hands politely behind there back with a gorgeous smile, one hand has a future, the other has a long beautiful slender sharp blade
They say cowards take there own lives
I believe cowards fall in line
I believe cowards lose there bravery out of weariness in search
They fall into common tradition and it is comfy and popular and brings acceptance and joy
Then they rot, slowly
Dont we all?
The big voice with questions withers and gets tiny then faint then quiet
And the coward rots
So seems to much passion in this life makes you a coward

Skip flow
Slowed time
No pause rewind
We ride along
A short song
Banded in universe all along

Curling night air ripples up my spine as the vast low lighting of the moon embraces me
A beautiful rhythm of ideas dance between me and the night
Wild eyes search the shadows to find you
Fearless, calm, in rhythm with the universe
I love your music
Your depth

Can i borrow some of your time?
Pardon my insane words
But sanity is at stake
You don't have to hide your weapon behind your back
Lay it on my nightstand and understand I am not a enemy
Only in need of escape
Blood thirsty feigns run the world and I am looking for short-term knock off love so my heart can still breathe
So I don't need your hidden intentions or defensive jabs
Just some time to borrow....
to survive the world because its bleeding me dry

I probably ran her off early on
My soul was set on fire when I was young
I had nothing else to do but put it out
But dirt won't heal a fresh wound
And it was either this or die too soon
Deep cuts help me grow
And me is all IL ever know

Fuzzy vision
Blurred lights
Euphoria
Darkness
Endless roads
Music
Daydreamer
I am a night thinker
Moons are kind to me

I wish it all wasn't so broken
All of us and everything
Finding cracks so deep in the most unsuspecting places really makes it seem like we really don't know what were doing
Makes it look like the ones talking to the skies are on to something
Isn't that sane to think so?
Compared to the chaos of existence
I wish I knew you
But doesn't seem that's the thing
Anyone knowing anyone
No matter the time or aging
Always a piece hidden
I wonder if that's what the sky sees? All of us..... All pieces......naked....raw....bleeding
I wish we knew how to build our fates and existence, that we were tradesmen of the universe
A lovely idea to build the wind instead of the sails
We could direct
Not seek but know
I've heard some say well then what would be the meaning of life?
But do you know our meaning now?
Maybe we will see each other
But with no wind paper airplanes won't get far

Never a more elegant dance than in a lovers eyes
The things a body will do under there spell
Affliction, passion, scars, broken in the right places
I get lost
In your eyes
In your smell, touch

Stumbling thumbs I'm numb
Eat out the hearts that don't know me
Its a sick run to the heart
So be easy in your judgement
Sick from sin craving love
You can't blame a dark lost soul

Wild in my eyes sees it in you
I've never been owned
Chained up
Tied down
Forced to be anything else
You don't look like you can be owned
A possession
Wild.......free.........with fire
I didn't notice the man on your arm
I noticed your lack of interest in this place
We should go

Well..........
Fates indecisive and I'm impatient
My hands have built and destroyed bigger things
Is there any need for an explanation as to why a person takes hold of there life
No..........there's not
Look to the sky for light dear, my eyes are busy

Where do I begin or end I am without any explanation of my sin I've chosen to stay mad because I understand why people are sad I'm ****** contagious and mighty in my mind teetering on the edge of insanity with my back to sublime I get bored with everyday life and depression is another label for a long drawn out death for 30 years il wait maybe 30 more il pay all my bills work and forever more be a ******* bore drill in my tired soul some more eat your heart out poe we all die wanting more I didn't ask for this so I won't ask for love or understanding or acceptance from above fill my mind with only ever my existences woes I count on fingers and toes all my scars and sewn my mouth shut for screaming in the dark I will not I walk by the lights of gunshots cause love is a fairytale like a old movie I play to reminisce of my young innocent ignorant hearts view of the world

She said you can come in but you can't stay

If you do as she likes she will love you

You can't live for yourself anymore, not while your here

And when its your time to leave please leave without getting lost

I want you to understand, her freedom is necessary for this love, not yours

You have responsibilities as well expectations, these started before you but you own this load as long as your here

The point
The driven passion
Is to capture ghost
Ghost that haunt you
And ghost that comfort you
Capture them in music
In poetry
In a drawing, painting
Even the unnamed ones
That you feel but can't label
As a cry out
Into the sea of
That they are not alone
The emberrassing, shameful, dark, personal, and intimate
It all has to be portrayed to the rest
In a way best seen fit by the soul who feels it
So toda la humanidad knows they aren't alone
This is the whole point of us
Not your feeble helping hand in industrial melencholy and monotonous 9-5 schedule of familiar day to day
But scary, new, chaotic, unexpected
Trajic feelings, ghost
Capture them, write them down, push them through strings or your eyes our your vocal chords, brush, pencil, pen........just capture, share
That's the whole point
Love, validate, live

Feet pounding against concrete
Night air cuts me
Mile one is never easy
Its working though
Everything is melting away
Her leaving
Him dying
Picking up pieces of a broken life
Each contact with the pavement reverberates like a pulse from impact up through my shins, knees, hips, spine, cheeks, eyesight into my skull to pound out the pain, confusion, and fear.
Until there's nothing left but rythym........ pulse, breathing, impact

The familiarity of what I was comes up on your lips
Living in the dark you accept anything given called love
But we both know labels are bandaids for sick intentions
I wage enough war within myself daily, I am no longer interested in fighting outside of me
I use to seek out me in others, that's not healing. Snakes, she has them. Her head and heart slither over your soul and body with warmth and tight embrace. We don't eat until food is ripe, ready, at its peak of vulnerability. With ego full she wanders.......

Endless me
Indefinite thoughts
Its never easy to justify self destruction
Calculated worth and value
Label givers
Depression isn't always dark and sad
The sun never goes down
people never change, only faces
This place is broken
Generations on repeat
Nobody's a hero here, people can't save themselves
You have to survive first
Breath when it hurts
Wear clothes
Look out windows
Then one day you are walking forward
I use to think I needed an end
Now I only see endless

I am on fire
Be kind
Brutal in your love
Cold in your empathetic ways
Pain is a part of burning
Ash to ash
Spit on the dust
Those up high Don't cry for us
I built my misery sat up the cornerpost tall
I flew forever during my fall
Dark don't scare me
Il climb out
I'm built for this life never any doubt
Born to lose I burn alive
Pierced heart and broken lives
I am on fire, may my ashes combust, spit on the dust, il fight till the end don't cry for us

We are just savages given to chance
Killing long-term dreams for short term romance
I've tried to sleep, I count my sheep
But I can't stop watching the lowered moon and how it sweeps through the melted town in June
All the scars no matter how deep never have been able to stop my feet

Lower me down gently
I am settled inside
No more conflict
For a night
My sun doesn't come up until I've awoke
To many battles
Anger tears muscle from bone
Love keeps a whole person
For the night
I'm ok
I need rest, let me rest in love

Haughty, course, stylish, abandoned
Forgotten
Calluses mark a life
Blood is your recyclable gasoline
A stigma all your own
Muscular and frail
Not popular anymore
At fault for pain and insanity
Celebrated for pleasure and impulse
Never understood
Alone

You didn't choose to come
But your here
You didn't choose who brought you
But there here
Your unfamiliar with any surroundings and confused as to why or what
Your out of touch, frail, and scared
Have a seat
Here is our truths, no questions, not on this please, just listen
These are older than any of us and was here before any of us
This is what we know although our bodies and minds rage against
What's expected of you
Your actions
Your mind
Your feelings
The strangers that brought you will mold these for you
Listen understand accept
Obsessions habits thoughts traits
Imprints on a soul
You have questions
We all did
Youl grow out of it

So in a splendid self destructive decension this world is in decay. The ones you call broken are the souls who are beautiful beauty has no specific color or ***, labels are for the pretty people on high hills. While looking down from your pedestals at the broken be careful of what you call beauty, real beauty is in soup kitchens, animal shelters, trying to help in there own neighborhood instead of traveling to third world countries with there church group. There real and don't always bend at the knee they will save the world one day, with love beyond this worlds understanding.