But please let me try and explain,
O, but a friend we will be,
Companions in the simple,
Desensitized world of,
Fake wood and fluorescence,
We grow distant as do
Sky and waves,
Swelling and spilling,
Into one another.
Please, return back
To the tribute I lay here,
Now is all that matters,
My soul quivers.
Your place is space,
Can only have,
Both of us.
Can’t you see?
Please move back
Next to me

Good and evil,
Hot and Cold,
Right and wrong,
It must be told.
Right and left,
Life and death,
Time and space,
Take a breath.
Important and petty,
Same and different,
Unique and boring,
What rhyme scheme??
Easy and difficult,
Saint and devil,
Genius and idiot,
All opposite until…
Sane and insane,
Straightened and bent,
Creation and destruction,
Disagreeing just to be indifferent?
Health and sickness,
Yes and no,
Hate and love,
Time to grow
Content and contempt,
Stand and sit,
Empty and full,
Opposite.

World will end this new year, like so many before it,
With people trying to better themselves in meager ways,
So they can achieve them. That’s no way to go about resolution.
Thinking that the whole world will be washed and turn over
A new leaf, the world will be the same place, and by your
Viewpoint of this, that could be good or a horrible thing.

“Looking” at things with every sense is the only way to grasp.

The world will still have war, death, disease, violence, hat…
The world will also still have peace, life, health, helping, love….
The world won’t be this shiny new place, but for those that
Achieve miraculous goals, whether resolutions, or out of the
Moment. Then those are the shiny bits of history for us.

They’re only heroes if they deny that they are heroes.

The world will end with people conflicted with themselves
And others. But hopefully content with that conflictedness.
Don’t idolize others and try to become them, create your
Own idolization, not self-centeredness. Create your own view.
Create your own culture and society. Create yourself.
Do what you want, as long as it doesn’t hurt yourself or others.

You’re you for the rest of your life, so you might want to…

I have a code of ethics,
Everything that I am and ever will be,
All that I’ve learned and can’t be taught,
Things that I’ve flexed to fit in myself,
I want to fuse them together into a tapestry,
Useless metaphors.
It’s impossible to summarize it,
The whole of any being is too complex to fit,
That’s what’s terribly great,
To have too much to say and not say it,
Paradox.
I need and don’t want,
I help and don’t hurt,
I dream and don’t sleep,
I do everything and nothing,
Philosophy.
We’re good and bad,
It’s perfectly alright to have differences,
Don’t hurt others for them,
We have too much to gain from learning ourselves,
Acceptance.
Since this is a restricted poem I can’t continue and I wouldn’t want to,
Not because of the work, but of my code of ethics

Compliments of unwarranted origin in my halo
Have the creatures running uselessly in contempt of one another
Two years of the dynasty have left,
The wreckage of a village.
Sky have you fallen lately?
What do you think about the invention of humanity?
Paper, lies, love, and things,
What has become of the flower society?
Thinking too much about the wrong issues
No need for there to be an Armageddon,
Have fun while you can, how you want.
Today there are the definitive and the restricted
Can there be a sense of well-being amongst us
No good will come from a perfect day,
In which we are all content.
Wires will cross
Fire will fly
Wind will blow
And insignificance will be annihilated.
So much for our own self-righteous nature,
We have no idea.

We view everything differently
Words are just symbols that make sense,
Music is a sound that some like and some don’t,
Images are electronic messages sent to the mind

I don’t understand the way people understand
Thinking that they are right and others wrong
The line is so blurred, how can one be sure?
Anything is possible, isn’t it?

“If we can imagine it, it exists somewhere in
The universe.” Whey do we have a need to be
A focus point of the universe? Maybe we are
Special, or maybe we are a galactic accident.

We need to have this control and hold onto our
Lives. Being loose and flexible seems like a
Forgotten virtue of society. We all need to read
Between the lines. See the need as middle ground.
On certain topics that have evolved from discussion
We have forgotten the real questions that need no
Answer, but to be discussed and pondered. We’re
So involved in unneeded topics that we don’t need.

Everyone’s fundamentals have been changed from
An infinite multitude of tangible and intangible
Things in our lives. No one will ever know you,
Except yourself and that may be the highest thought.

To realize yourself and look past yourself as an
Individual, and not one, that has a purpose and
Duty, if you will, to the bettering of mankind,
Whether it is your view of better, and someone
Else’s, that’s perception on the human scale.

Something tells me to keep going,
Then I hear the residing harmony,
Something in this world is telling me,
The ring is connected no bearing,

The contorted steely skin that so condenses,
Form fitted it slowly sticks,
Little by little the columns collapse somewhere,
In the ruins where sand and fire rage,
It was something that caused great panic,
The pandemic of the soul,
Many where being lost and enveloped,
No longer could they think for themselves.

They had it all right in the morning, but by the late hours,
All had shrunken and the crater’s amassed, real pyres,
The traditional burial ground for the self destructed,
The name was called and no one looked up.

What was it that strikes,
Straight through until breaking,
That shiver you get with head,
Fully swimming in some abyss,
Waves break and chimes bubble,
The awaited crest finally sinks in,
Total annihilation.