Man  can be pugilistic
With time ,with self
The clock that shouts
In the morning light
A cloud
Like a wet soggy blanket
It's relentless pursuit to cover my head
This day will rejuvenate with swollen intent
Cobwebs a mere obstacle
Callous hands caress, alleviate
The roots of adolescence
A perpetual child is my fate

If I never experience love
This flower will never bloom
I stand in this silent mirage
Wading in forever to occur

I undress her with my words
Seductive tease of soliloquy
Will her world be captured in rhyme?

I drown in time
Drudge through white noise
The minute is a albatross
It erodes my day
My visceral attempts to breath
Why won"t sunlight linger in my dreams

Pull this thread
and I unravel
My eloquence
becomes a frantic search
Scars and sinue
This cold hand of reality
That digs my grave
I wane in the wind
My breathe I reclaim
Fragile games we play
Fragility melds in this solemn gray

Water is bi polar
It will rage so blindly
Be so gentle when falling to earth
Languish in puddles but be so anxious
Rushing from place to place
Agitated when surrounded by laundry
It's frenzied approach
When confronted by fire
Shows it apathy when it relaxes on leaves
Fatigue as it slowly soak into dirt
Its grand delusion when it crashes into surf

Will my weary thoughts fill this page
I do not thrive like the ****
I do not possess the beauty of a flower
I will not be nurtured or praised
To strive for sunlight
Let the rain wash it away
From every crack of my existence
They will invade
Weeds never die
Like little white lies