Opposites attract
Chokehold undone
I’ve scaled
Mountains
And seen the bottom
Of barrels
Patience lacking in abundance
Instant gratification
Only harmed
My ego
Frustrations came a roaring
Held me back
Stoic to a degree
I’m still here
Aren’t I
Sensitive to thee touch
I’ve always worn
My pain on my sleeves
I’ve cried I’ve bled
My scars they show regardless
If you stair deeply
Into my hazel eyes
You could see right inside
The depths I’ve treaded water in
Stubborn like a piece
Of metal
I rarely shine
Bend but you can’t
Completely break
I’m not made of glass
Yet I’ve had to be
Put back together many times
To this day still being
Crafted by the chisel above
Hopefully one day
A glowing reflection a spitting
Image of you
One could only hope

The mirrors
They are shattering one
By one shards of glass
Cutting there beings in half
Hand prints
On thee walls fair no better
Falling on deaf ears
Temperate overloading
The great divider
Entombed all this world
Shall one day be
Nazareth
All this is
Probably what you never
Intended it to become
The ringing
In my ears
The stone my heart has become
Hate and division
No love for thee other side
Issues abound
The blasphemy
That stirs
Along with the
Sights and sounds
They all shift to bad intentions
Destruction is only a few
Seconds away
As a matter of fact
The vibes
Down here are
So very alarming
The views are slowly subsiding
I find myself
In the faucets of my mind
Wanting to shut it all off
Bulldoze this
Fake reality that turns
And burns my soul
How complacent these minions
Have become
Bitterness and anger
Is the driving force
The ultimate power and greed
What will ever be enough
For these heathens
Emerge creator of it all
And wipe it all out
Once and for all
Because then there would
Be nothing left for them to
Fight over
Rid the world of its sick twisted
Institutions and self indulging ways

Master to my slave
Taking your
Sweet *** time
False demonstrations overpowered
Glass elevators shattered
Misleading vibes
Wrong floor
Levers I should
Have never pulled
A right of passage
That wasn’t laid out properly
Denied my privilege of free reign
I died a
Thousand times over
Fantasies a fake reality
Could I ever over empathize
That enough
There’s an absolute difference
Take a look around
I need an out route
A backdoor to salvation
Shield me
From my outer self
The holes in my chest
An absolute savageness
That this life has served up
Many a sins that ravaged
If you don’t reveal another
Thing that would be quite
Extraordinary to me
Be my one and only cloak
A way to be revitalized
In another universe
Everything’s out
Of focus keep me in your sight
Conceal me till thee time runs out here
Could it be
The whole time
I’ve been here trying
To convince myself of anything else
That the pale moon light
Has danced in my head like a evil heathen often does

Life’s everlasting
Landslides devour my being
Drown the life
Right outta me
Soak up what’s left
And wrap me up head first
Is there ever
Enough elixir
To wear thee makeup off
Wash away
The razors edge
Taking the cape off
I can’t fly alone
Me versus me
Head to head
It’s always felt
Like a thick fog
I can’t see two feet
In front of me
From where I am standing
Illusions that bind
Mask my fears
And deepest pains
Hold me still when I’d rather not
The infinite sparks
In me that hide my blues
Scariest truest feelings
That make me sick
And keep me going at the same time
How could this be
Hiding me behind my eclipse
Solar flares burning doors
Afraid to come out of the dark
Sedated as the light burns
Me to ashes
As the day walker in me
Turns to sand
When the lights go out completely here

Writing words for familiar enthusiasm, an emotion used to creep into the mind.
Creativity crawling out the head— like spiders each with 5 limbs of their own.
Pulling strings with their fleshy appearance.
A dance for free will compared to an object.
Sketching imagery with lyrical flows served to ears.
In spite of all the efforts…temporary rest acts as a trigger.
A writers block
A brick tied to my chain.
Words coming in and out the ears, not knowing what to do.
The headphones tune it all out, the pain of not being free— a slave to the environment and it’s still imagery.
The experience is mutual.
A lie beheading a rose.

Serenade
Me in happiness
Where was my shining light
Dancing mightily
The devil was having his way
Pennies in
Heaven eroded
Acid tears flooded
Going through
The motions dejected
Untimely
Thee unwarranted
Abuse
Came in all shapes
And sizes
My home
Was where I made it
Wasn’t much
To brag about
Begging for
My voice to be noticed
The pain to wash ashore
A chance at redemption
Cleaner scenery
Aimlessly wandering
Cut from
A different cloth
My upbringing
Held me like
A pit of despair
I never really felt safe
Any sense of real satisfaction
Had flown out the window
Honestly I was very ungrateful
Because of the path of destruction
That hit me like a train wreck
Bitterness stained my heart and mind
And my still frame mentality
Held me in its grasp
To this day just won’t let me go