The bandits and outlaws own this town,
The anarchists and killers roam free,
The innocent haven’t suffered,
They’re extinct,
Genuinely,
Intensely,
Migrated to a better place,
Now that the laws and rules don’t apply,
This world is free of substantial duty,
Discipline exists as a rule of criminal code,
The conduct of personal freedom is to live,
Numero uno lives to rebel and scratch out,
To know the enemy as himself,
Regretting nothing,
Punching himself in the chest
Treasuring the moment,
In all fickle splendor,
To not be thought about too hard,
Experienced in mishap,
Total bedlam the usual events,
Drunken buffoonery,
Lazy expectations,
Silly and trite,
Can’t tell the difference after a while in this town.

Maybe at one point there was a group,
A genuine collection of unique and careful persons,
With a great deal to offer and intelligence,
A new way to think,
An ****** for the masses created in a basement with some *****,
The ceremony turned to reality,
Too intimidating to comprehend and soon it consumed,
Corruption and went ugly…quick,
Roots went sour and now spread,
Core and far and wide,
Grew up to make it all sunken,
Down the tubes,
Fueling the sun and expounding nothing,
Just mindless energy wandering,
No purpose,
Dealing with the devil everyday,
Coming up on top.

And then it came to mind,
How to operate within my station,
Facets of degradation,
Open with a wiliness to accept.

Mind’s eye wandering,
Everything in a quicken pace moves,
Surrounded
Blanketed in,
Blackened will to survive,
To escape the common,
Graced by impeding disaster,
Trying to dig yourself out.

The reservoir of hope,
The **** of surplus sacrilege,
Slowly drained by the common,
Conformity of the Herd.

Reasoning to keep the smile?
Why not envelope the enveloper,
The world is an oyster without a pearl,
Your life begins today and is one nanosecond shorter,
Fancy ornaments
Pathetic compensation,
Being a disillusioned higher up,
Means being a corporate *****.

Your boss,
My boss,
Has something in common,
They felt that stress is necessary,
Nervousness a virtue,
Stoicism means to be malleable,
Easy to break the spirit,
Difficult to understand that,
Below the surface,
The fault lines of the two hemispheres,
Begin to overlap and scrap,
Unravel and become lucid in plain simplicity,
Like pulling the lever which spills more
Useless garbage on your lap.

Envelope that and be comfortable with its existence,
Never agree with it, then stagnate standing water
Becomes the cesspools surface,
Underneath is the ravings of a diabolical cynic
That isn’t going to shovel the **** anymore

I can’t stand the way you’re always looking at me,
Sick and tired of thinking what will come to be,
Shaking the flaky dreams from my hair
I’m just sick and tired oh well who cares.

It isn’t a shame how it all ended,
Burnt up and feeling fine,
Can’t wait to find,
That feeling again,
That I’ve found the right one.

So many kinds I just want to taste them all,
Deep down inside I know you’re out there,
I’m sick and tired of sitting alone with the old one,
It’s time for something new.

He held a stone in his hand
Circled it around his head and hen
Brought it down

Gazing straight through the hole
Desperate to know a soul just once
Slid through the openings of the leaves

Quite different on the inside of the wall
The lack of gravity made him feel tall
Fire coming out of his…

Volcano spewed a rock up to the sky
Embryonic it exited the atmosphere
Started to fly

10000 years later it came back to the people
It caused an uproar with hysteria no equal
What was this strange vessel

The collision was immense
All that was left in the debris
Was a stone in a severed palm

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.

Wake up in the morning and I gotta tell ya,
Something’s going on.
Right down to the corner I’m bumpin some funk,
Something’s going on,
Straight up my leg to the breast plate,
My leg keeps jumpin to the beat rate.

Hands in my pockets givin head nods,
Don’t know where I’m off too,
Something’s going on,
But it’s where I haven’t been before.
Something’s going on,
Up in the sky the sun soar

Dontcha see what’s happenin here?
Something’s going on,
And wouldn’t you know you’re a part of it,
Something’s going on,
Just as I sail the streets and search,
Desperately I’ll find it one day,
Until then I’ll just sail on and know,
Something’s going on.

There once was an Eskimo!
Named Es-kee-mo-mo!
He was of Somolian Antartician,
Persuasion!
Just about this big,
Jaggedly he roamed about the country,
In search of some gravity.
Little did Es-kee-mo-mo know,
But what he looking for in fact,
Was his long lost sack.
He searched long and hard,
Along the tundriatic terrain,
But he never did quite find,
The bag ya dig?

They must have jumped out,
He hollered quite loud,
Enough to cause an avalanche,
Swept away in the wave,
Ol’ Es-kee-mo-mo couldn't believe,
That right up on top of the cliff,
Was his sack shining in the light.

When was it but in this moment,
When I was here and there,
Right here in this moment,
Where it didn’t count anymore,
Walked around in circles,
All the same
Right here in this moment.

Curse you for Giving me nothing but pleasure,
For the minute Pain that helped,
In its gruesome, ugly intesity,
True dianetic energy magnitude,
Was a droplet compared to the,
Ocean of tranquil pleasure

Left standing in the overpass of a great shadow,
It seems that This opens more doors,
Not shutting them all
But the one that I would re-open,
It’s hard to hear it’s locked now.

Listen to my mind wander,
Silhouetted footsteps
Echo through the doorway,
Smoke exhumes the body,
The trial is about to begin,
Carnivalesque a mockery,
The laughing ends with reality,
Seeing for the first time,
That the wandering footsteps,
Innocent intent,
Caused ripples in the tidepool,
Wings flapping,
Utter chaos,
Order within the universe,
Faithful to the fear.

I am here only in spirit,
The likelihood of this being,
Is forgotten in the doing

“Where do we go from here?”
Asked the lost navigator
As he scanned the ocean
And saw he was alone
Invisible to him,
Were the masts,
Confused for the clouds,
And the boats,
Bluer than the sea,
And the people,
All united under the sky,
They kept looking up.

Everything is creaking and shrieking,
A symphony of metals grinding
Woods swelling and
Floors bending under the weight,
Why haven’t I made a sound?

Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious.
Nothing funny about that,
I kid and I joke all day long,
To hide the folly I feel
In just being around.

Could the world stand on its head?
I’d pay to see it,
I’d join in and stand on mine.
Belly up and trying to haul,
My sis to the asylum.

Begging your pardon,
Justice with a leash,
I had my time to think,
And wallow in the dish

Take it away bring me back,
I want to see if I can stand up again,
She was there to lift me up
Then push me down through the ceiling.

Cascade and twitch
I can feel the itch
Pain helps you know you’re alive,
Love makes you crazy

This doesn't mean anything,
But really think about it.

As soon as I don’t know why I bother,
I go to a new page,
Will it be this one?
The one that lets me go to sleep,
Got a big day tomorrow.

I’ll be a lump and no one will talk to me,
And I’ll want to jump and no one will talk to me,
And I’ll save myself,
Through some meaningless medium

I used to like the world I woke up into,
It was a bright new day,
Now it seems like the world could end,
And I’m fine with that.

False and stupid
False and stupid
False and stupid
False ansd sutops
Faosle and stupsid

I’m not fit to be at the top of the food chain,
And neither is anyone else,
With our terrific sense of morality,
Utter false grace of immortality,
And our dedication to inhumanity,
Why not?

We weren't even close,
And neither was I.

Why do I do this?
Where is the reason?
Could it really be that simple?
That I just forgot?

Wednesday is coming too fast,
Without human contact,
Even though the world reflects through my window,
The window.

But do you know what I see,
When I look out the window?

I see the lowest form of reality,
Sickening and sloshing,
Mixing together,
Both saint and devil,
Friend and ******,
Lover and pure lust for violence,
All susceptible to the same
Temptation each offers

It all seems so fake,
So unbelievably unoriginal,
Horrific considering it’s happened before,
Yet truth dies on the vine,
And what’s left is the wine.

I've been neutered,
Drill a hole in my head,
To relieve some of this,
This place,
Where I've lost it,
Everything that once made sense,
Totally disarray,
Isolation,
Meaningless prose to try and,
Alleviate

O sweet, depressed loneliness,
How you mock,
On the verge of tears,
Pumper keeps pumping,
Make sense please!
I beg you to help me.

Lonesome, sinking,
I try to think of something else,
But I just get turned around,
O the hatred I feel,
The burning hole where,
Desire was,
Where,
False happiness was,
I pine for it now,
Ignorant Bliss.

Take me away from all this,
In the impossible way,
Tell me everything’s going to be okay,
When the world comes unraveled,
Striking  keys in shabby manner,
Looking for that temporary relief,
That wasn't found.

No!
Now shut the door behind you,
There’s only one regret I have,
And that’s not having you,
One last time,
You sure are beautiful

But then I’d be focused on the outer cast,
Instead of making love to the inner frequency,
I would regress to the outer self,
Because I no longer love the inner you.

I ended it the way I want,
I’m truly self-aware and happy,
Truly,
Just a little dumbfounded that it took so long,
My chest heaves easier knowing that I have moved on.

I knew I found it with you and I know when I will find it again,
When the outer shell is decorated so keenly, so lavish, begging,
That I’ll try to find out about the inner you,
I’ll be more aware of what I need next time.

In any given relationship there are two people,
Before anything, these two are on as polar opposites as possible,
One knows only one truth, “I am Me”
And Two knows the same exact truth,
But they are so drastically different that it would take an eternity to sort it out,
And no one has that kind of time.
These two truths represent the beginning chain of Order and Chaos
It is needed in everything, just in balance
As One and Two meet,
Certain traits and offensives come out of the woodwork,
This represents the Chaos,
It will grow unless taken care of,
These are the little fires that can be extinguished,
Then the Chaos of the Big Fire
Climb and grow and soon,
They start to be indistinguishable and blend
Into the One Order (Love, Unity, Harmony, yadda yadda yadda.)
It’s where time is impregnated by you and another entity.