I can't read your mind
But based on what
I thought I knew
I thought we were enemies
I never would have guessed
You thought
Me a friend.

What would you see
If you could see
The you to be
I fear it would be bad
But I'm very negative
Perhaps a butterfly
Finally changed
Or a version more worm like
Than the present
And I wonder
What they might say
To the you of today
Something inspiring
Or perhaps horrifying
Maybe it's for the best
That we won't know
Until later.

Its all good
no danger
for you
in your small
metal box
next to the other
important objects.

Some things
go with out saying
or so it's said
and so occasionally
something everyone knows
is forgotten since all any knows
is that they should already know it.

I have no brother
well technically
I have two
but i'm not sure
if they really count
they're my dads kids
and i'm my moms son
should they mean
anything to me
They could be dead
for all I know.

It looks lovely
over there
all vibrant and lush
free of pain
free of trials
one day
somehow
we will live there
then we'll be happy
then we will be
fulfilled.

Danger danger
Red is a warning
Blood and alarm
Mechanical and
Human screaming
I think I need
A less passionate shade.

progress so often
takes forever
a little change
year by year
until you look back
see things as how
they used to be
and you realize
all things considered
that was actually
pretty dam fast.

You ever feel
Like a poorly made doll
Stitched together from
Bottom shelf cloth
and spare parts
There almost certainly is
Someone out there willing
To give you a hug
But it would be awesome
If you could look
In a mirror without flinching.

The knight runs
To escape the nightmare
They found above
They go ever downward
Through steel hallways
And wood doors
And find much
But never escape.

It's a funny word
Deserve
What do you
Deserve
What do i
Everything
Nothing
We get out
What we put
In that equals
Deserve
At least to some
Some are born
Deserving all
Or so a few claim
I could in theory
Decide I deserve
More than i have
But I don't have the will
Or the way
To make that matter.

your thoughts are clear
which is goodish
but you have thoughts
that are probably
best left unsaid
and you'll say em anyway
your also a poor liar
which is good
for everyone else.

Rarely
does it truly
come down to two roads
often there are A hundred*
though they aren't always obvious
or particularly well made.

Standing up
To hatred
To discrimination
To all kinds of horrors
Is a requirement for change
If no one says anything
And if no one does anything
Then nothing will change
Which is easy to write
But the doing
Now that is quite hard
Since the first to stand
Are the first to fall
But someone has to do it.

sometimes
it seems so wise
so full of good sense
a nice bit of advice
yet on a second
maybe even third
or fourth thought
I realize its madness.

I'm sorry
such tragedy
has befallen you
but you know
it's kinda your fault
if you hadn't been
so such and such
you would not
have been a target
or maybe it was bad luck
and you shouldn't
be blamed
for the terrible things
done to you
how should I know.

Such an odd *****
a lump of grey
that leads everything else
full of mysteries
alas
it makes
a terrible paper weight
much too sticky

Lucifer was much too human
always striving for more
he should've known his place
it would seem
Easy to believe a king
would write such a story
or have someone write it
as the case might be.

Standing tall
leaving us all in shadows
they are an impressive sight
fills some with awe
some with apathy
since they've seen
such people before
then some stew
with a foul sorta jealousy
and wonder
how many ax blows
would those giants need
to fall.

Vague Ominous
All powerfull
So they claim
not one several
but
Not many
Whatever shall WE do
Suffer probably
The strength of many
Never seems like enough.

they mean nothing
to the dead
they may
mean something
to the living
either way they better
be good ones
if you want to avoid
the mob.

You were made
In that awful place
Where you learned
The way of things
Where you learned
The truth of life
Or so you were told
I wish I knew
How to prove
That the creature
Who taught you
Never really knew
The way of things
They only knew the horror
That they taught.

that red juice
that flows through
your veins
may just flow
in others
your relatives
that makes them special
a certain bond
or so it's claimed
but I know
it doesn't have to.

There is no dagger
Quite like betrayal
Its poisons
Infect fond memories
And the scar it leaves
May never go away.

Reality is whats real
A fact readily accepted
now if only we all agreed
on what is real
it's so simple
the proof is right there
Yet the truth
whatever that is
is denied
with malicious intent
or out of ignorance
and sometimes
malicious ignorance.

Your dying
From self inflicted wounds
Not a knife or a rope
But the things you do
They'll be the death of you
It's not my place
To tell you what to do
But I really don't
Want to watch you
Die
So please
Just
Stop it.

I scraped some words
Off of your brain
They were odd
I think there's some
Kind of hidden meaning
Though it's possible
You were just babbling
People say Strange things
When you poke
At their brains.

That wonderful
Silk scarf
That comfortable
Bit of cloth
You gave to me
To reward me
To cheer me up
It's starting to chafe
It's starting to tighten
Not of its of own accord
I can't return it
I can't accidentally
Leave it behind
Will it stay with me
Until the end.

The optimist
A person who always
Looks for the the silver line

A pessimist
The guy who's view
Is always obscured
With stormy clouds

And the realist
Who keeps an eye
On the other two
To make sure
They don't run into any walls
While their busy staring at clouds.

You gave it your all
You really did
Sadly you have nothing left
Not for friends
Not for family
Not for you
Maybe you can rest and recharge
Or
Maybe
You are done
I hope not

An idea
it means
what again
do as you will
within reason
but what's reasonable
never mind we all need boxes
clearly defined borders
we can rail against
not perfect but surely
it beats uncertainty.

Ah rage
my dear friend
when things are grim
I turn to you
you fill me to the brim
the world turns red
and when you leave
my problems are solved
albeit temporarily.

There's nothing here
It's like a dessert
Sans the sun
I was hoping for more
Maybe some lunar citizens
To borrow some sugar from
Or space monsters
But no nothing happens here
Although
I can still gather moon rocks
I bet NASA will pay a mint.

much or few
balance is best
but hard to achieve
harder still to maintain
but worth it
I'm told

Sleep now child
Your day is done
But remember to rise
The next day will be here soon
And if you aren't there
Someone will notice
And be very displeased.

Hi
I'm Michael
Or Mike
Either will do
I want you to think
That I'm perfect
I'm not of course
But if you believe it
Just for a while
Maybe you'll hire me
And be too tired
To fire me when
You find out the truth.

I bled on the office floor
I spilled blood for my company
those drops weren't worth much
but it sounds like something
it did make me realize
as little as I cared for the blood
I cared less for the work
So I quit
to no great applause
or apparent concern
HR only knows
how many drops
there have been.

father time and his
tic tocking minions
love to remind you
how fast they run by
somebody
really should trip them.

Up above the clouds
On my very own wings
I look in wonder at the sights
And sounds of civilization
It's lights burning in the night
It's quite interesting
But I wonder how this can be
Since I don't have wings
Then I wake up
Probably for the best
I would probably have flown
Into a wall.

outdated defenses
A striking image
that would fall
at the hands
of the modern power

yes except no
yes now
no later
things happen
we react
sometimes
our reactions are distressing
but we can excuse those acts
cause things
except when we can't
then no one knows what to do
and justice is served
you know
sometimes.

Tell me friend
where did you begin
who were you
why are you
the way you are today
was it outside forces
did you just adjust
to your environment
or did you pretend
to be something new
so long it stopped
being an act
I'm curious.

They don't change reality
But sometimes
They seem to.

Some things need doing
Even if it means
Burning bridges
With your kin
The reason
May be love
It may be war
Just make sure
It's worth it.

A restful moment
amidst the chaos
it never lasts
and can be false
but when its truly here
the wise savor it.

I drew a sun
and you saw
a goat
admittedly
I've no talent
for art work
but I have to wonder
if you just
willfully
misunderstand me.

Ash that fills your chest
it floods the hearts chamber
and if untended
consumes it
it screams
a primal and unthinking
vengeance
many find its voice
compelling

before
during
but not after.

Strange stuff
Where reality bends
And our deepest
Fears and hopes
Come alive
In my case
It's more fear
Than hope
Where spiders love
To leap at my face
I hope my dreams
Are not prophetic.