In love
The grey area
Grabs eyes
And make dark
Sight bereft of light
Like
Shades on a blind mans face
A distasteful state
Tastless
No tongue in cheek
Just expressing
No expressions
No feelings
No impressions
Emotionless
Motionless
Holding this knife tight
By the blades
Your cries

I tried to hear them.

Beat the eardrums
Til they bust
Death to sound
Sounds so violent
Deaf to sound
Sounds so silent
I walk away

But
The sign is
Trying to warn
Since its
Senseless
To try to read
I'll walk into the street
The red light
Stops my life short
The
Road killed
Me
And left a foul stench
But I would never know
I never stopped
To smell the roses

She is beautiful to say the least maybe even perfect. Words can not define her beauty. She glimmers like a diamond at the bottom of a clear cool lake. Her smile luminates the earth and pumps the air with oxygen.   She makes this bland tastless world titulating and flavorful. But most of all she gives me hope. When I see her i know everything is going to be ok.

life is like
chocolate,
some times
sweet and
tasty, some
times just
plain nuts,
other times
its cheap and tastless, and then you feel like giving it up..

Solitude, always trying to be the greater God
Expecting your service, tribute to prejudice
Sacrifice your consolidation to companionship

The moon seems hollow, death digging level of compromise
Collapsing walls, crawling to the better prize.
Autumn leaves fluttering past our windows
Bitter morning colours, a tasteless prison for my mind

Jolly Roger, consumed by Torture
Privacy for your Piracy

To become, the monster that you feared
Loved
Bled for
Lost

Tasteless prisons, ice topped with sweetening desires
A trail led by pebbles
Silent whispers trapped within these walls
Stop

Solitude is the greater God.

Being free to leave and not being ready.
Crying (some good will come of this).
Hearing another human cry.
Actual growth and the grief in it.
Impatience growing here.
Fate, if there is such a thing- having other plans.
Recurring attempts to build character.
Inherrent corruption.
For the sake of argument.
Tastless excess.
Exhausted Christmas lights.
What crossed my mind.
A language nobody else understands.
What costs you when it's arbitrary.
Exclusion.
Indistinct goodbyes.
Goodbye.

There is so much unaccounted for.
Is it strange to feel so alone.
Yet still feel jumbled around
In some tastless concoction
That is more and more bitter with ever sip.
This worlds populace just smears into little ice cube trays waiting to be misunderstood.
Made to represent a whole while still maintaining some sort of murky sense of self beneath the surface.
And as more time goes on.
One can't help but meld into the weave.
No more than a ripple in a puddle.
And what was just a pond just moments before.
Has morphed into a chasm to rival the steps to hell.
And it's these stone pillars that has conditioned any who pass.
Forever riding this grotesque escalator in the wrong direction.
For even when this body is beyond broken.
An unseen pupeteer tugs at the noiseless chains.
Sheer will is all that's left to keep consciousness.
But then again.
Who's to say this is a choice either.
Demented or dementia...

To all who may hear me...

Get it straight from the heart
From this poet
Who dreams as dreamers do,
Watching the clock of time tick away
The hours so new.
And yet we are or seem to be far from u,
Just take a look in the mirror
Look what do u see?
And your response is 2 me that I SEE U!

To all who may see me....

An artist,
A teacher,
A little hope in someone's life
To brighten like days of sunshine and sunrise and sunsets
The nights and days,
The happiness and sorrows of it all
I see u before yourself.
Check in the mirror....
What do u see?
What do u see?
I asked u once more and u just looked at me with eyes of pain
And just sighed looked at me with great sadness.

To all who may BELIEVE....

Father, Son, Holy Ghost!
No one comes before or between them.
Just those three alone is all we need.
Do u believe?
God is Father,
Jesus is Son,
Holy Spirit is the Comforter,
Do u believe?

To those who HOPE....

Peace in this world,
Peace to u,
And peace for me.
Will there be peace?
My hope is buld on God's peace
The peace He only gives us through the Holy Ghost.

To those who love...

Poets and dreamers and artist and musicians
All talked of love and hope to bring it to this tastless, dry
Unforgiving world we live in
And so with that thought
I ask a simple question,
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I
poet
Gives
This
Poem
To
The
Masses!

Copyright (C) 2002

Depression isn't feeling sad for no reason. Depression is waking up paralyzed from doing your simple every day tasks. It's when the thought of whoever hurt you comes into your thoughts at the most unexpected times. Love becomes hard because you don't feel as if anyone loves you. You feel this gray shadow come over you and take your entire life over. It's when you wake up in the morning and keep pressing snooze on your alarm simply because you don't have the energy to get up and start your day. It's when everyone you've ever cared about seems to think you're just "having a rough time right now" but you'll "get through it". Not realizing how heavy the gray feeling is. The most beautiful colors become dull. Fresh air seems hard to breathe in. Your favorite foods dont seem to be anything but tastless calories. When your whole life becomes a nightmare that you keep trying to wake up from. The one thing that keeps you happy feels like it will slip away just as easy as your whole life did. Everyone that's ever seen you at your happiness doesn't want to be around for your sadness. Depression isn't feeling sad for no reason, it's losing the ability to feel anything other than sadness.