The world is a distorted mirror
that reflects your desires
but deceives
turning you into the madness
of keeping
yourself sane.

People calling out your name
as you fall into trees
you feel your legs
brittle and body snap
apart from the strain.  

You revolve through
constant cycle of doors:
You hear the hiss of snakes
the sharpening of blades:
leading to the destination
of nowhere pictured before
that very dark and light
abyss from where you came.

The more you seek the more you know
Whether it be in an upstate penthouse
Or a lavender tree surrounded bungalow
The mind, an unfathomable garden of planted scriptures, undefined.

The heart yelps, the voices blow  
Initiative galore of intriguing canvases follow
One does not see, one does not hear
But sense is beyond the limits of sorrow

I would like to see, I would like to hear
Albeit constant delusions of fear
Created to seek what's beyond the border
I rest in assurance, one day the tendency of denial won't wander

it begins as an observation captured in a shutter
A single second
within you, within the moment, within the world
Approach things at an angle
As you would with a camera
flooding your work
with a unique perspective
with a meaning
Stamp yourself to it
Claim it as your love
the worst feeling is when
your perfect moment slips away
nothing to remember

As your words fall off the line
Dissolved by time
You lay there
In pieces
Just like your work
but then with every year you lay your poetry out
you find what it truly means to you
You will step back to find your story
and your story only
So with that being said
if poetry should ever be photography - then -
it would be the photography of your soul.

i’m​ ​possessive.
i​ ​can​ ​be​ ​mean,​ ​even​ ​if​ ​i’m​ ​shy.
especially​ ​to​ ​the​ ​people​ ​i​ ​love.
i​ ​care​ ​for​ ​each​ ​one​ ​of​ ​my​ ​friends​ ​and​ ​family,
that’s​ ​why​ ​it’s​ ​easiest​ ​to
hurt​ ​them.

I have never tried harder in my life
Just to accomplish the so-called "easy,"
This world is so full of hate and violence,
Why can't we ever believe in making things
The way that they are meant to be?

I've been doing the same things for years
I guess I still **** at "easy,"
I guess I wasted all of my years it seems,
Losing so much now, or they just want to
"Easily" overshadow you and me.

Our way is the right way
Just like ****** has shown.
We will carry automatic weapons
And you must leave us alone.
Keep your liberal mouths shut
Give KKK politicians a pass.
If you don’t our President will
Okay thugs to kick your ***.

You had your own way too long
With jerks like that FDR guy was.
We have taken over everything now.
Haven’t you heard the buzz?
We don’t care about equal rights
And **** and blacks and Jews.
We have plenty of Republicans
And Fascists we can use.

We’re going to beat you up
We’re going to **** your kids
We’re going to blow you up
’Til you agree with what we said.
Our way is the right way
Yours is a piece of crap.
We will walk all over your rights
And give The Constitution a slap!

We can take those stupid laws down
That tell us to agree with you
Or hear you or behave ourselves.
Any time we don’t want to.
So quit all your sickening whining
About the things we have done
Like rioting against you wimps.
Your day is over, we have won.

We won because most of you
Like the Germans of the forties
Let spread our righteous hatred
In murderous, cleansing sorties.
So don’t look for magic tricks
Played by a powerful evil elf.
Everything that is happening now
You can only blame yourself.

We’re going to beat you up
We’re going to **** your kids
We’re going to blow you up
’Til you agree with what we said.
Our way is the right way
Yours is a piece of crap.
We will walk all over your rights
And give The Constitution a slap!