I flew, I flew
Back home.
To familiar roads
To familiar people

So ready to miss
All the things I left
Only to become bored
At what was once splendor

I saw the sights
I drank the liquors
Cheering my merry way
With friends and boulevards

I was happy, but the empty kind
Where you long for something
Not offered in the present moment
So quickly how things change.

I'm headed back now
To a new home
With new roads
With new friends

And that too, is okay.

Tonight I get on a plane
Back home, to the place
That I left behind. The place
Where I packed up my things
Where I say goodbye and left.

But tonight I'll return. I wonder
What that will that be like. To return
To go back. How will I feel. Shall
Nostalgia take over and nuzzle me
As I embrace sweeter memories.

Or as I predict, will I learn that,
I can never go back. That what I
Left behind will never be. And that
Now, where I am, before this plane
Before I return is what waits for me.

Bare feet
Walking against the tide
Leaving impressions in the sand
Which crumble with each step forward

Tiny grains
Earth between the toes
Salted water rises to the ankles
Each step onwards to the horizon

Waste deep
Jeans are soaked
Never ready for the beach
Ocean freezing, and pain leaving

Waiting now
The thought to keep going
Submerging any hope to go on
Instead turning around back to the coast

Time disappears
Each step leads nowhere
The return is paired with receding tides
Rare moments where infinity graces subtlety

Troubled thoughts
Leaving the peace behind
Graced by the sunkissed afternoon
Headed home, to raging heart and suffering

As a sensible,
As a logical,
And a well informed fellow
I asked that when you meet the Devil
Where do you draw the line?

Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line

Persistent and fiendish, as Devils are
He barreled through the line, with evil in his eye

Thankful to have a friend, I asked, is this enough?
Uneasiness overcame me when you said it was okay.

Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line

But he truly was hell, this ****** Devil
Carelessly he pushed right through, past the line again.

Worried, I asked, well surely we're in danger?
Of course not, he replied, siding with Devil and his plan

Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line

With no limit, his forked tongue just laughed
Storming through again, no one in his way

Terrified, I pleaded, this nonsense had to stop
My friend, now foe, said this is the only way

How foolish I must be to,
To ever believe a line that couldn't be crossed.
And to think you'd stand by me.

I'll write everyday
Even if I write about nothing

I'll write everyday
Even if it isn't the least bit good

I'll write everyday
Because silence is compliance

I'll write everyday
Because they haven't broken me yet

I'll write everyday
Even if no one reads it

I'll write everyday
Even if it makes you mad

I'll write everyday
Because I need to let you know

I'll write everyday
Because my conscious tells me so

I wish I could go Supernova
To explode
And burn up this crippling anxiety
The chest pumping
Immobilizing pressure
Weighing me down

Absolute Power
Corrupts Absolutely
I welcome such a fate
In impatience I ponder
How will I be transformed

Shall flesh turn stone
Mirroring an enevitable
Eternity, coarse and rigid
Rough around the edges

Perhaps roseblood waves
Rising tide, tidaling tsunamis
Drowning, the heart and Soul
Overtaken by the Undertow

Maybe the mind will go
Cold, sending chilling death
To the warmth of humanity
Leaving a frostbitten hatred

But I know it to be fire
Ignited by ignorance, this
Truth, shall consume the body
Burning eternal in dark flames

Quick before I'm
Silenced write the words swift
And without regard
I am inside you
I crawl in your head
And you know that

Afraid because you don't understand
You ponder my master plan
Don't think, write! Let me out
Let me carve my words in splendor

It pains you to know I'll never go

Feel me slipping? Don't be fooled
I'm ingrained and cynic
I feed off you insecurities
And I'm livid, I can't be stopped
I'm a monster, don't you love it?

The chaos and rhythms you can't
Control and I let these words flow
Falter me, myself, and I
But you can't sing, your voice is silenced
I scream my pain into endless echoes
No way out.

Hot Springs bubbles
Like acid melting my skin
Deep breathes dissolve away
Any memory of a physical being

I ponder this existence
Brought to a boil, in transience
Like magma, I am liqufied fire
Reaching out as far as I flow

Head first, nostrils flaring air
As it rushes up, I dive deep
The weightlessness of freedom
An expansion robbed in flesh

Narrow eyes surface at
The impending departure
To the land of the living
To the land of rotting

I stand frail as water drips
Down a tired composure
Only wishing to return
To the bed of lava beneath

Do I write Poems?
Or do I plagarize his mind.

Do I press a jagged pen
Williningly into his tortured flesh?

Do I own these words?
Are they on lease from his screams?

Do I lock the door?
With his pounding to be freed?

My body, my mind
If you don't like it get out

Your words are nightmares
I suppose we both are prisoners