I need to sleep
I love to sleep
The place where
The soul can creep
But i want to see
All the eyes can see
Just eternally be

In the end
What else are we

Free

Sometimes I feel bored

All the people
All the places
All the things

All the same

I descend
Into fantasy

Seeing new things
Having crazy dreams

Often too far i go
Destroying my flow

Sinking and falling
Into myself

Looking
Searching
Reaching

For something new

Then cross my mind
Death comes through

Certain of a promise
Of everything new

Stagnation then sits
Just as rust pits

Coming ever closer
To destruction

But

I choose to stay
Now and everytime before

No two things
Are ever even remotely the same

Only the place
From which they came

There is always infinity more
And it is me

That makes me bored

Well hello
Once again

An old friend
An only friend
Inside my head
Released via pen

How lucky I am
To have you tonight
And everynight

Comforting and smooth
A glass of scotch
So right on my lips

Bottle to the last drops
I always make it last

Breathing is hard enough
Without this sickness
Holding me down

Writing
Is the only way
For me to stay sane

Awakened
Again

Very little sleep
I found

My body feels glued
To the ground

Only because I'm sick
As a hound

Alone
Is where I be

Happily
Until I find the one

Alone
With I wish to be

Infinitely
For all eternity

You
Are the lack of me

The thing
Pulling my energy

Away
From where it should be

From the life
I dream to see

Look to a fruit
Your favorite fruit
It has a name

If that fruit
Were a person
How would it view
A fruit that is of the same

I am blinded by poetry
I know you feel its energy

Pulling past layers
Pulling curtains
Seeing beyond

Memories

As seen from the mind
Never again in real time

Focus not there
Focus on the here
Trot around
Be a dear

Never live for fear

Consumed I am
By the exertion of energy
I just need some sustenance
Then back to my plan

Find me a place
Where all things the same
I'll feel sorry
For to the place I came

The mind of an artist
How fine
How insatiably divine

I find
Mine

The idea
Of seeing something new
Too many
Is going to a zoo

Those animals
They never see anything new
Except maybe you

It is not an impression you leave
It is the impression you be

Open

Let it free
Let it go
Let it be

Always understand
It's all infinity

Constantly collecting
Gathering energy
From around
And the things you see
Or from inside
And what you be
Duality
Is a key

I

Am a wolf

That is all
I
can be

All
I
choose to be

I
Is right
For me

Find me a place
To sit in the sun

Look to me then

With the world
I am one

Moving
Doing nothing

Laundry
Dishes
Counters
Showers

Doing nothing
Soon to be doing something

Listening
Seeing
Writing
Guitar

A slow moving bullet
Touches the pale skin
Stretched across my skull

Moving ever slower
As it comes closer
I can feel its pressure

Today
Just touching the skin

Next week
I will feel it within

Until thursday
When it's finally gone

Only to return again

I write
All these words

Emotion coloured ink
Life size paper
Pineal gland pen

Stew them together
In such a way
It forms a key

Releasing the real me

Work
**** work
Not the act
But the place

Work
Working towards something better
Is a priority over many things
But never over personal well being

Except today
Im sick
And we are busy

I would not enjoy
A sickly furnace man
In my house

The look of the face
Of a man I want to end

Let your energy ascend

Yelling at your wife
Questioning my ability
Not one gentle bone
Lies behind your whithered skin

You're a fool
To be so bitter

I await the day you leave

So here I go again
Feeling those feelings
Forcing them away

Sadness now fleeing
Left am I
With feelings of being

My body stands not one chance
Against the forces of the mind

I am awake
Alive
Ready
To live today

Breathing
Writing

Being

Sleep
Pull me

Back into the waves of my mind

Submerse me
Drown this body
In Dreams' beauty

I find it hard to breathe these days,
But I make sure I do.

It's just another small task,
To help myself get through.

If i can,
Then why can't you?

I cant think
Of one thing
More beautiful

The metal strings
Taut across
A bridge of wood

I wait
For nothing

I wait
For no one

No weights

I'm so tired.

Love, the night before.
Work, the time of now.
Sleep, the distant future.

Happy, always.

Don't be afraid
Just hold my hand
I can help you
Through this broken land

I leave no man behind
Unless he's blind
I mean not in the eyes
But in the mind

Caught
Gazing deep
Into the eyes

The awful sound
Of certain death
Of no left time

Hissing and swaying
With wild eyes
How am I still alive

Snakes fall from her head
As well the feeling of dread
Growing ever colder

Alone
I am stone

Once a tool to help me see
Now a symbol of the machine

Only worn when i have to work

Pour me something tall
Help me ease the lengthy fall

Agony
Or beauty
In the face
Of infinity

The only thing
One ever truly owns
Is ones body

For warmth we hunger
As winter rolls like thunder

My meditation awaits
My not so silent escape
Into the strings that bounce in the air
Making sounds that flare

i have got stress all up in the mind
no appreciation of my own art do i find
i cant rest i havent got the time
i need to organize some rhymes
 \m     \     \          /  l  /_ _ _
   \      n\o   \      /  r  / \ o   /  d /
     \i       \  v \  /     / _ _\  / a  /
       \      d\   e\    /

I wish for nothing more,
Than to help find their way.

Infinite meanings,
Behind every word I say.

Will you?
Come out?
And play?

Today my work is slow.
Not me, no!
I'm comfortable in my flow.

First thing was a furnace.
Malfunctioning and *****.
Yet with time I never did race.

I can't keep up that pace.

Now i'm eating,
In my favorite coffee place!

You should be happy!
You should be glad!
Infinite experience awaits,
For you to be had!

It never matters
What anyone else sees
In the end
It's only what I be

Well,
I had a poem.

Should've written it by hand,
My **** web browser went bad.

I am just a bit sad
Like an experience
To have never had

Hey,
I guess this one's not bad.

Remember,
That time when you were young,
Staring at the sun?

With your eyes closed of course!
I know you weren't that dumb.

I do it often now,
It's still lots of fun!

Try it!
It's like a song to be sung.

What goes down
Must come up
?

I wish I could talk
Be who I want to be
It is just not easy
With a judgemental family

I have made up my mind
To *** I choose to be blind
No love is there to find
No longer desire to bind

To myself
I am now kind