Grand ole opry
Stand ovations
Daydreaming out loud  
Cross cut
Notifications
The who what
And when
Expose
Etched out of clay
When will the
Corners be neatly folded
My revelry escape decor
Hall of mirrors
A round about trip
Titled grin in permanent marker
Paper airplanes
Grounded
Fermentation
Senseless behaviors
My minds like
A sponge
The perpetual crutch
It’s so disabling
In every
Single word I feel
The breath you breathe
Burning desires
To welcome in
Some kind of a revelation
Second guessing
Human natures
So confusing
Like a conduit raining
Down hell
Authentication code
I forgot my pin
The raspy
Schizophrenic tendencies
Paddles to the head
Shockwaves ensue
Branding the crippling pain
Even more
Send in backup if you would
Like a volcano
Ready to erupt
Spiraling stair cases
In my head
Fare no better
When will the ink
Run dry like a desert
Divert it’s course
On someone else’s lap
When will the drawbacks
Be turned right side up

Pushing and shoving
Paying no mind
Speed of sound
Barely visible
Like a mortician
When the bottom
Falls out like a flatline
Like the bullets
You can’t stop
Ducking and dodging to no end
Procedural attempts
Vicious stomping
Friend or foe
Editing your content
An all expense
Paid trip to the four corners
Of your home that’s held you captive
Skyscrapers
That exceeded
There limit
Outlasted there timetable
A blimp on a screen
When will the little dot
Just vanish
Neither here nor there
Always a story or two
Translucent endeavors
Storms in a lunar eclipse
A deep trance stuck
To your side
Buried still in your eyes

Succumb
Too the notions
Up for interpretation
The wheels that
Went flat yet kept on going
Proceed
With caution
Sightseers all aboard
In unlimited numbers
They flocked in droves
Vocalizations hammered
They often
Tasked me in there dwellings
And hindered my ways
Intersecting avenues
Should I have
Stand pact put
My foot down and just drove away
Instead I caved and parked
Running
Red lights
Like a bad habit
I couldn’t shake free
From
Along with the falling trees
That fell
And blocked my paths
Preventing me from going forward
Dissection by
Default
My unwavering
Imagination
In need of some fine tuning
The boulevards
That threw me in there wake
Riding in the carpool
Lane was never lonely enough
Because my stagecoach
Was always overflowing with
Hitchhikers that wouldn’t
Just take another train

Iris awakened
Stopwatch reset
Stubborn
As the rocks I break
Hard to gage
I’m tired of the hurting
My toxicity
Finally filtered close
To a hundred percent
Pure as glass
Crystal clear
Like grains of sand
Fine tuned
Navigating through
The non turbulent skies
Teeter totter
Off kilt unbalanced
In view arriving on a level
Playing field
Somewhat new to me
I’ve found a certain balance
Holding court
Peal back
The film
Unwrap my bubble
Set me afire and
Let me breath on my own
Forever
And let my Relic resemble
The better parts
What ever hasn’t been
Seen or heard yet in the limelight

We all wish to die of old age in our sleep,
But what if my slow death began at 22 and ends at 83?
What if the love I was offered in life was deadly?
I know love might show up with a different face, but that just ain’t it for me.
If it’s not yours, it’ll always pretend to be.