I'm tired today
With all the things I have done
I'm happy to say

I purchased today,
A meal,
As is done,
Everyday,
But this time,
For me?
Nay.
For one,
Who could not pay.

And I ask

What energy
Is held
Within whatever
You may consume

I consumed
A cigarette
One that I
Politely bummed

What difference
Is the significance
Of the objects on display
Opposed to what I wear today
I don't know that anyone could say

That is it
It is time to rest
And time no more
To fail my sculpted tests

Into the tunnel
And out of the world
Fast we shall travel
To a fitting techno beat

It's all about energy
The things that matter need
Is the same for humans to be
See...

Potential,
Kinetic,
And.
Thermal.
Mostly.

Everyone should be
Floating atop it all,
Always ready
For their
Biggest fall
Holding steady
And standing tall
                                                    
Hoping,­
Or,
Knowing.

That you wont
Fall

"Why must it be me?"
The words of a bleeding man
Bandages in hand

Isn't it sad
When someone falls
And they get mad

Turning to blame
Anyone but themselves
Is to me a shame

When we fall
We learn
And can again stand tall
Unless we choose
To think we know it all

The word to describe
The beauty behind your eyes
Has to be stunning

Acknowledge fractals.
Infinity can be found,
In all small places.

It is not easy
To express
The way I see
Happiness

Heat
A property of matter
And its absence
Can make things easily shatter

Light
Waves and reflections
Without it
Dark is to be mentioned

Sorrow
Through my veins
Rotting and rusting
My wonderful brain

Sorrow
And the lack thereof
Turns my head
To smile at the sun

In this place
Housing history
The air seems still

From old coffee
And the cup where it rests
To the garment
Once embracing gentle *******
And many mens eyes

Left now
To hold tight
To a woman
Of plastic

Notes placed
And misplaced
Some to be seen
Behind a glass case

All things
To never change
Only occasionally
To be forgotten

The things you do
The things you see
They make not you
They make not me
What makes you
Is what you percieve

A sour day
Turns sweet
With every wonderful person
That I meet

I long to love
No
I live to love
As we all do
To passers-by
I ask how do you do?
And stick around
For the desire to know
Is truth
So I love
The things I see
And the people i meet
I'm merely just waiting
For my special treat

Poetry
Is healing
To me

It is the disinfectant
To my wound
Or the seed
Of a creative plant

It is the return
Of sanity
And all the time
I refused to unwind

It seems
That I was right
Therapy
Was a worthless fight

The battle i bear
Is in my mind
And through it
Truth I did find

A risk I took
To go it alone
Almost left me
Blind
Almost left me
A body to find
But i realize now
I can finally see

Poetry is my therapy

Forward
And back
Directions
Taken by the pack

When I hear
Forward
Or back
I instantly think
My perspective
You obviously lack

What is it
That we humans
Do best?
The answer
You will find
When we rest
It is what is released
In our mind
Even in the day
From time to time
It is what colors
A computer green
When a human
Simply dreams

So now
The line we walk along
Becomes clear again
Always clear
Again

I can see it below me
Always there
Never to not be
The sight grows old
I make it blurry
To somehow feel bold

The line we walk along
My focus no more
I look everywhere
But the floor

Ever have nights when you can't sleep
Don't worry friend
I understand
The chasms of my mind too, are deep

How much longer
Do I have to wait
To be able to determine
My own lifes income

I want no influence
On the things I do
Determined at heart
This WILL come true

Even in an age
Of everything new
We are still human
Regardless of what we do

The ease
Of untouchable flow
Where every input
Equates to an equal output
A mans love
For technology
Pure logic
Fits like a glove
To hide
Fingerprints

"From where do we come,
Why is it that we stay,
What is different today,
Will tomorrow differ,
From the events of yesterday?"

All the questions in the world
In the darkest corners lurch
Some people end up scared
They turn to their local church
I just turn my head to the sky
I know i am part of the universe

To regret nothing
Percieve opportunities
And few distractions

I want to play guitar
To drift afar
In my own creation
And be
Just be
But alas
I am all but free
I'm a busy worker bee

I can't believe
After all this time
I can see you
And still wish you were mine

Downtown
looking around
I dont wear no crown
Dont wear no frown
I dont even
see the ground

my heads up high
With no reason why
Standing under a summers sky
And in the winter
My sorrow will return

A summers day
But cold and grey
Like its fall
But it is not at all

Sorrow seems to me
Comparable to quick sand
Very far from quick

The smell
Of a release
From a restless hell
And a warm welcome
To the life of a busy worker bee

Everything is swell
Says a brew of bitter coffee

And so I thought
Why not
As I walked to the park
As it's dark

Anxiety
Threatened to **** me
So im going to sit
Amongst the trees
And the leaves
And just be
Just be me

Cigar in my hand
No words
No plans
Just me
And poetry

I got ice cream today
And to several girls
I would have liked to say
Hey
Did I?
Nay

I cant keep up with my thoughts
So I dont
I just remain lost
But not here where I sit
Where suburbia splits

Here
I am safe
I can think of no better place

Ever wondered,
What it's like to be dead?
Just spend a few months,
Inside your own head.

Remember,
You're not insane.
Your mind,
Is a beast to tame,
And life,
Is just your game.

Exhaustion is an unwelcomed guest
Whos timing is a perfect pest
Always when my mind is best
It is time for rest
With DMT dreams
We all are blessed

What makes me
Is the way
I make poetry
The way
I view a tree

I sometimes give
And I sometimes give in
Questioning the way I live
Loops and twists and circles
Make it hard to stay positive

I know not restraint
Whether in life
Or the nightmares I paint
When I give
It's always more than I make
That is not by mistake

Things done
Things to be
Is the cause of one
That one is me

Loops and twists and circles
Tend to unwind
Just keep your head up
Stay out of your own mind
Enjoy the theoretical
Concept of time

Where did you go?
I miss your soul...

Today
Is one of many
That I let myself
Feel sad

Walking about
Through my own mind
Like being lost
But amazed by the things I find
Thinking out loud
And to no one but myself
Yet I assure you
I need not any help
Seeing things around me
As if I was once blind
Rewriting my theory of time

It is funny I find
We live within a circle
Yet we choose
To live like lines

Time
A number
Sewn to thee
But never
To the endless galxies

This
Some beings cannot see

The fear of death
The disagreement with ends
Taking life like path
And forgetting it bends

I have faith
my god is true
Read this book
Then then ill listen to you

Love
All those who believe
Love
only those who believe
Hate
the ones who choose to perceive

Love is the word
of every religion
Yet
The amount of hate
That it creates
Is absurd

The eyes
The ears
The body
The mind
Individual beauty
They behold
In harmony

Worry not for the bridges you have burned
For they are merely lessons to be learned
If it comes to such a day
That you find the charred remains
And on the side that you can not reach
Looks to be a newly born beach
Prepare now for the lot of time
A new bridge you must design

The fact that there is an is, is what really is.

Mans craftsmanship is to be truly adored
When one feels the weight of a heavy wooden door

Black
Gold
And very little light
It brings a feeling
Of a time before I
When polite
Was normal

So suddenly
It was no longer
No longer about me
None of my personal griefs
None of my self pity
Not about thee
It was about he
Or she
Whom lay so selflessly
There
For me to see

A bird lay
In the lawn
MY lawn
Nearing to be gone
For it would have never seen dawn
As the cats play
And look for prey
I would not let it be gone to they
It is times like this
That make a godless man
Wish to pray

Down to the last
Burning in my hand
It soon shall be past

Smoke
Harsh
But smooth
Somewhat clashing
With my mood

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I need people
The kind i'm not used to
Ones who make me feel
The opposite of blue
I have not one
I have two

Both named nick
Whom I did not pick
Around they chose to stick

I am lucky
And grateful for these two
They make me feel
Less than blue

So many deer
All with a common fear
A fear
Of me

The things that I let bother me
Are things simple and petty
Like a girl
And how little they make sense to me