Time to sweep up the shattered remains
Of our pained skins
On the floordust of misfortune
Our particles separate into the open
Atoms and molecules are left discombobulated Floating
Searching
For a nuclear family explosion
Frozen in times thawed out seconds and motion
Wait a minute
Hour time is hope for more of it
When it ends we can explore the meaning meant
And its mathematical arrangement
To human natures assignment
Tailored to our confinement of the naturally selected paths of the divine man's
Circumstances
Or should I said happenstance
Either way the sense makes cents
We consent to be sexually spent
In genders and rent of a bodys sent
Mission or penned
Poem song or said
Words are the direction
That have led
To everything
Till death
Do us part
And left
In the skulls breath
I sound a loud sigh pen
Dipped in the ink of a ***** tip
I slip into the myth
That somehow things will shift
Into a life lived fair of gifts
But after all this
my prayer
Is for the Lord to have mercy on my lips
For every word said lusted and kissed
Please take your foot off of my head
I don't understand what I've read
Or the illusions of choices and consequences
I pray for cents and sense
Knowledge and death if meant
The writing on the wall bled
A heaven sent message
Your value interprets nothing
Sorry but your blessing was left
Waiting for my guessing
And faith was trust in someones who is dead
But lives in a spiritual existence separate heaven where everything is better than the earths habits and preventions
Lifes extension or the mention of another world
Suspended there's a narrow gate entrance
For mini camels and the best blessed
Warning! However

You may not fit

He wasn't great at anything
Never a sculpture
Or an encyclopedia portrait
A rather odd logo
From a different establishment
Energy was intermittently governed by spirit
And spirits
His name was also a number
Socially secure yet alphabetically altered
His design was simple however obscure
But they named him manure
He was the waste product of nature
The skin was his dirt and cologne
For he damaged the earth with his birth
And his thoughts of worms dug through the soils worth
Burning in the minds hot hearth
He begged for the waters thirst
geyers
Like elephant trunks in between tusks
He was the dung on the bottom of foot
Trampled rug wipe your feet with a welcomed hug
Water
Washes away the sand castles daughter
He was a father not a prince or a knights armour
And as he walked his path that time slaughtered
God's wrath bought hurt but hadn't cured
What he wanted
Was it greatness
Or the value of a dollar
That makes him feel like a God
Naturally
For what is his nature
Should you label him normal
Awkwardly
Difference is his individuality
Occuring in nature independently
Frequently
What it so great about the one guy, no one knew
that would matter to a disappeared world
An earth visited by a clock
Fathered by Mother
He discovered
Life is a matter
Suspended in a black hole pattern
Ghostly dimensions of spiritual gathered
Out of his control or design
What his labeled read when applied
Property of eternal deaths life
He wasn't great at anything
Until the end of time

Where is this beholder of the eye
Beauty seen by
While ugly is faced with the lie
There is a beholder somewhere
Who would love the inside
Searching but we cannot find
The right makeup of perfect couture
And design
Carve me a face sculpted like my mind
Shape me a heart like a lovers Valentine
Behold me the eye
Of beauty
Someone
That could love mine

The race in my head
Leaves me bellowsed
And I can't catch up
To the thoroughbreds

The breath I once loved
Is lost in my lungs
Somewhere mulligrubed

Some would call me
Apeechequanee

Perhaps I'm
Upside down
Capsized
In realities
Taunting

Deep
In the roil waters
I sink in the thoughts
And miseries
Of the past slaughtered

I'm out of air
Short of breath
Winded
And clobbered

And as I inhale
Deep
Half the oxygen
Escapes my teeth
And I exhale
Exhaustion

I lost the race in my head
But I'm glad it's the end
Because I was never conditioned
To run
What it garnered

The mirror had farouche eyes
A frown of glower daggers
                  And sullen aprise

      Reflecting a man
In a mind disguised
While his outside lied
            His inside cried

Those eyes
Quantified
             All he had tried
Before his heart would subside

Into their dissatisfied
                                Glare

The exit sign
Glowing green and entering light
Out of the time
The revolver had stopped
Into the mind
He had to shoot
The clock
Dropping his hands
Walking through
The exit sign
No more second
Tocks
He takes off his watch
And stares into his thoughts
Thinking about whats next
When he walks through the door
Under the exit sign
He stands clenching the ****
Waiting to turn
He could end the time
If he could only find the nerve

Writing on down
Falling
Toward the ground
Calling
You found
Wanting
A way out
But nothing was
Drawn in the payout
No body knew your name
To say it
Writing on down
Falling
The pavement
Catches your pens
Payment
Drawing
Pictures of
Enslavement
You tried to break out
But found doubt
That was painted
Fell
In replacement
Of the sell
You wanted to tell
The story that ends at a wall
Writing down
The bricks that fall
Toward the ground
You found
Wanting it all
The way out
Was inside the pen
You swung as a sword
Unto the ears mouths
Writing what was falling
Was resolving what
You thought it allowed
Down further you spiral
Into the abyss of high lows
Never knowing
Where the end is now
You can picture it
But you don't know how
So you keep on writing
Pushing and sliding
The ink over countless
Rhymes in a row
The beginning
Was repeating the same words
You said many times before
Over and ending
Scrambling the yolks
Bending the syllables
Into the same old folks
You realize infinity
Was multiplied by 3.14
A PI that lasts forever more
Than you've ever tried before
That difference left an imprint
Where you fell
Writing down what you saw
When you fell on the floor
Ink spilled into a dream killed
And you ended up
Nothing but a corpse

Cold stones cobbled
Under barefoots broom
Feet flowed like a river toward the Unknown
In the midst
In the prairie
In the valley
In the shadows
In the ghettos
In the rolling hills
In the meadows
Under our feet
The earth Quaked
Willing then on the walls wrote
Gliphs
         Notes
Hopes
           Scopes
Writs and gnosis
Glowing under nose
Third eyes are open
Closed between the temples souls Heaven hells
They already know what is gold
And diamonds and emeralds
Their meaning encrusted
Embedded in the wealthy chose
Cold stones
Cobbled under barefoots nose
Running like a steam train
Getting outta town
In the tracks of mind
In the backs of time
On the curbs and banks of rewind
Knowledge grows
Into another language and dimension Timed
Hurry up or no
Fast is slow
24 hours 24 minutes 24 seconds
24 tenths of a second
In the streets
In the buildings
In the houses
On the roofs and ceilings
Under our feet
Under our soles
Trampling cobbles
And cold stones
Floating down the river
Driving down the road
In the universe of glitter
My brain flows a crow
Who says old
Is better than you'll ever be told

Cold falls
Into October's jaws
It couldn't stay warm
For longer than forever

We were

Thoughts of the
Winter
Apart
From the face it kissed
On earth

Bound to the heavens
Or hell it could
Be hot

As the body drops
Temperatures
Tears dry up

And cold falls
Into heavens paws
Or hell it could
Be claws

Thoughts of winter
A heart
Shivers
In thoughts delivered
By a hand

      Gone

Is the summer
Burned in a lovers arms
It couldn't stay
Longer than forever

We were

Cold and purple lips
One last kiss
For the recklessness
Of snowfall

In the jaws of October
Frozen in the clocks
Of hopelessness and
Each other

We shall freeze in forever
Longer than
We were