I’m staring at the mirror,
seeking all my faults.
Every single one MUST BE the reason your love haults.
my eyes, like wolves, sniffing out the lines
that form my scars,
the cells in my highway-veins flow quick like racing cars.
tears as rain fall onto the bathroom tiles
while my heart is cold and weary,
I’ve walked 1000 miles.

I am the front of the shop, looking at all other outlets on the street.
Never able to see inside,  wave of concrete haults my path.

Some will hold happy customers,
buying, selling, money and joy.
Some will hold onto whatever possible,
bargain bins and desperate gymics .

But I’ll never know who.
Reality cannot shine honesty, only an inverse look at myself can
Show truth, so assuming is pointless.

And yet so many still bend over, trying to see some more, futile addiction,
our sole common denominator.

Yes, I am a shop stuck at this viewing point, I peer no more
Facades are all I see

That rush,
my heart pumping,
fear birthing excitement.
A needle
filled with dreams of bliss
complete relief for a slice of your life.
The taboo nature,
intentionally inflicting harm on oneself
paralleled by intentionally inflicting happiness on oneself.
A spoon,
a lighter,
a cotton swab.
So unsure of myself,
my heart rate accelerates,
my hair stands at attention,
the rubber haults circulation,
I search for a stream,
my brown medicine turns crimson,
the pressure of my thumb,
I remove the dam blocking my river and.
My eyes roll.
My body goes numb.
Seretonin overload.
I float back,
and fall into my bliss.
Hours of ecstasy.
I will always be a prisoner to
that rush.

We've torn down buildings, and built new ones
Yet we have no foundation.
We are illiterate to what we truly feel and breathe unless,
It is seen else where first.
It too is a reality that we've created.
This feeling that can only be described in Braille.
We too are restricted.
These bumps that go unnoticed.
The mumps in the crevice we band aid until it's too late.
We continue to tear down these fortresses of ourselves.
What concerns most is that I see myself in you.
The same love and laugh that become the building blocks that haults the storm.
Yet we reject each other due to the mentality of our environment.
With lack of understanding,
We fail to embrace choosing the cause and effect of all differential.
We seek to destroy forgetting what's important.
We work against each other doing more damage that good.
We need each other to further emancipation.
To build one another once this storm reaches peak.
As simple as it sounds it becomes more complex.
To build a new building on top shakey ground.
Everything must be cleared out.
The participation of presence

some questions are the answers
and we spend our lives only
awaking to sleep;
making money that rolls off
our tongues
and goes into the pockets
of eager eyed demons.
so drag your cigarette a little deeper,
feel the burn
of swallowed words
and whiskey on ice,
that slither around
the corners of your brain,
like wildfire.
take it easy,
you are wasting your days
pressing buttons
that only activate the shadows
of technological demise.
these moments spent
in the sitting position
haults evolution,
creates children
dependent
on fast cars
and shiny lights
to spark conversation.
hidden behind the screens
of medias *******
called full of **** pie
eat a slice
and let your eyes do the talking.
what are words anyhow
but lonely paintings on the wall

Times used to pass with years
But it now only haults
The old burns leave sears
it still comes to my faults

The anger intensifies
when i see your stupid face
my fist densifies
it wishes you'd leave this place

I hope your butterflies die
and your knees start to break
kiss your beauty goodbye
and say hello to future mistakes

The abuse you fed
the fake love you gave
will keep you company when you're dead
because you dug my grave.

Everymorning I travel
The world I travel
Consists of petty things
With which I mingle and sing
As the vehicle haults
With some or other fault
I do not miss to watch
Gushing water over the pool
That flows so cool
There a white dove sits on the rock
It draws my attention with its mock
It seems Rock and dove both love each other
And a fallen kite rests on the rock altogether
Happy is the dove  sitting
Happy is the rock standing
Happy is the kite resting
And I am more happy watching