What is truth to this
stranger?

Winded widow
who walks past
shaded windows
where loved one
play out the day
in a familial way
while his pain
pulls him
in
other directions
like some
medieval
torture.

Emotional upheaval
as he struggles to
remember and forget
in the same instance.

Sorrowful
remembrances
causes
slight pauses
in his breath
and occasional
stares where
there is nothing left.

A poorly painted
green brick building,
intrudes
with its rude
presence
in a place
where he fails
to stop reflecting
causing a close
personal inspection
with his whole face.

Light green flakes
scrape
his stubble covered skin
forcing him
to be present again
and the dull ache
from his mistake
is something
he appreciates
because
he isn't forced to
recall what he’s been through
when he is dealing
with his newly chipped tooth
and ****** busted nose.

There’s food in the kitchen.
The refrigerators humming
while the clock
keeps on ticking.
I got plenty to eat.
No one is starving here.
The heat is still running.
I won’t freeze tonight
so why then when I wake up
do my dreams make me
cry?

Most of my friends
are living
though a few
have moved on,
same can be said
about my family
except for the dead.

My car breaks down
every month
or every other,
and I can’t afford
to purchase another.
My job is forty-five
miles up the highway
so occasionally
I must stay with a friend
just to make it in
for my three to eleven
shift.

Got no woman yet,
and no good prospects
but I got lots to read
and tv shows to see
on my computer screen.

My health is decent.
My physique is ok
and as far as I can tell
tomorrow that won’t change,
so why is there something
that aches on the inside
and why when its quiet
do I have to try
not to cry?

Please let this
little lullaby
get you by
tonight.

The stars still shine
but behind your
blackened eyes
and bruised skin
I can see
my spirit's kin,
secret shadow
still weeping.

More than words,
no less than
actions
are needed to restore
all that was lost
but somethings
can never
be recovered
anymore.

I'll say goodbye,
take this life,
and let it slide
like the gambler
that I am.
I'll roll the dice
and let ride.

The flowery fruit fell
into the briny blue
sea froth,
and saw the tides
pull it farther from
the tree on the cliff
that was once
its home.

There it went
recently wind swept
into the red depths
that swelled
and dwelled
on the edge of
some underwater
coral bed.

But there were
little clown fish
that swam by
and nibbled a bit,
there was
soft tangles of seaweed
that occasionally
stalled the trip,
and above there was
a shimmering spectacle
of light bent
but still coming in.

I to
was once
a sweet fruit
born of beauty's
looming sorrow,
not living for today's harvest
but grieving
for the thieving
loss of all
my tomorrows.

Until,
I forgot about the light.
Then all my fears came clear
and consumed my
sea faring soul.

One door away from heaven,
One step closer to the edge
A shot gun at seven eleven
Stepping over the ledge
Two kids looking for a quick ride
Into the pits of hell
From their forsaken lives
Needles didn't work
Pills didn't get the job done
So, they took stroll
With their favorite gun
Two second left
Till the end of time
Teller goes for the gun
To blow their mind
Two young punks barely even flinch
Finally getting what they wanted
Was a cinch

This is it I hear her scream
As I weep and dream sweet dreams
I've had it with your whiny ways
Listen up now or else you'll pay
I can not hear her nor do I try
I just curl up and try and hide
If you don't come out I'll tan your hide
Keep this up and your going to die
Still I conceal myself
Cornered in this shadowy shelf
Praying that the sun will come
Before I have to go on the run
She searches through each room
And as each moment pass I feel my doom
Edging closer and closer by the minute
If death was a boat I'd jump right in it
Still I hide weep and cry
And in these shadows I pray to die
Better to feel nothing at all
Then her fist crunched in a ball

Regrets

I didn't seem quite right

I though I should have known

After that big fight

She went home all alone

He hurt her with his word

And slapped her in the face

Still she turned the other cheek

Ignoring the disgrace

Her smile simply melted

And faded in the wind

As he took his fist to her face again

I wish that could change it

if I had a second chance

I'd take that ******* *****

And staple it to his pants

But things don't alway work out

The way that we would like

She went home that night early

And took both of their lives

It begins with the hunger
A deep and painful feeling
Consumes his entire being
And leaves him weak and reeling

The need drives him to attack
A nibble here or just a snack
He waits in the alleyways  
To dine on one who's lost their way

The primal urges rise from within
The darkest hunger consumes him
And in this moment of passion
He is transformed into a wolf of action

His hands extend twisting to and fro
His eyes bulge and neck lays exposed
Body quivering with pain and anticipation
As he begins his dark transformation

The flesh reveal itself as it tears and stretches
Hand ripping across his face ripping and scratching
The fur forces itself out of his chest
As his screams become howls of agony

Finally his leg bend and crack
He is finished and ready to track
The hunter is finally unleashed
Beware of the darkness  fear the beast

I watched her and though it seemed
I was so despaired to remain unseen
She stood there on the starboard deck
Her brow furrowed in retrospect

I thought to break the silence with a poem
Approach this lady with words a flowing
But neither my heart nor mind could conceive
Of words that she could honestly receive

There I stood in silence afraid
Of taking a chance or making a mistake
She turned almost as if she was a ghost
Gliding across the deck past my post

But as she passed with her dark eyes
I found I was suddenly surprised
By the girl with dark blond hair
Like a specter she vanished in to thin air

The boat trembled violently
And sent me overboard flying
Deep into the salty brine
To drown in the depth of my mind

Tossed across the water rough
Beaten and broken like fragile stuff
My bones cracked beneath the force from
The thrashing water and fierce storm

Yet as I fell deeper and deeper into the storm
Though my body grew weak my heart felt warm
A hand caressed my battered and bruised skin
Sweet sympathies from a lover and a friend

I saw her deep dark eyes
A mystery I wondered how could she fly
She whispered into my ears
My dear beloved forget your fears

Thus I sank deep into the sea
Yet while I fell she comforted me

The romanticist dead at twenty six
His obituary reads that this is it
Love is dead and sorely missed
But he wont play the lover fool
Never again will he be dismissed
Just for the dream of love and kisses
The poet dead at twenty seven
His words are the closest he ever got to heaven
those purple prose are now at peace
Now that the poet is finally deceased
The dreamer dead at twenty eight
I guess he just couldnt wait
For the world to catch up to him
And now there is no one left to remember him
The nice guy dead at twenty nine
But none one care cause it was his time
He left the world no worse or better
So all that died was a state of mind
The **** is dead as seventy two
Barely even made it through
He lost his heart hopes and dreams
So the world just made him bitter and mean
From romanticist, and poet, to hopeless dreamer
Life taught him to be that much meaner
A lesson learned that deeply burns
Not every lover gets his turn
Not ever poet writes his word
Not ever dreamer is seen and heard
And not every nice guys gets what he deserves

They say I am a gateway,
They compare me to class A.
I go by many names,
I’m used in many ways.
Watch me preform my tasks,
Medicinal practice here at last.

To the seizing child on the floor -
Let me steady you once more.
A aching bone feeling sore -
You won’t need pills anymore.
A confused mind needs more time -
I’ll wait with you, will see it through.
Or maybe im just for leisure -
I can enhance, what you pleasure.
Certain compounds within me -
Will help you function, human being.

My death count remains naught,
Unlike the alcohol that is bought.
Don’t abuse what I can do,
Respect me, and I shall you.
As with all things great,
It’s give and take.

I was placed here too grow free,
How can they criminalise me?