What is the price of change
at its worst
broken lands
millions of dollars
and a great deal of blood
is it worth it
well
only history can say
in history
the grand scheme is
just a touch easier to see.

Technically
It can never change
Yet it changes
All the time
From mind
To mind
And book to book.

Their beautiful
And terrifying
Those rocks
In your skull
Everything goes in
And nothing comes out
They weren't always there
Once they were softer.

who are you
when the lights are off
bad good human
I have heard that's
when we're at our
most honest
when we're anonymous
personally even when
I am all alone
I can still hear
what I was taught
maybe that's my conscious
or my fear of getting caught.

As you go
You gather grime
Depending on where you go
You gather more or less
But almost certainly
Not none

And When my days are done
I hope what's left
Is not too obscured with grime.

fight the wind
you'll never win
but it will **** time
and maybe
you'll have fun
or if nothing else
we can laugh
at your
determination.

Questions questions
So many
I can't answer
They drive into my brain
And nothing comes out
But rage and more questions
It makes me wonder if their
Is one
A good answer that is
There is a good answer
Somewhere I'm sure
Probably.

Another year older
Hopefully a little wiser
A little less time
I hope it was spent well
So happy birthday
One more down
Who knows
How many left to go
Have a present.

If you have enough power
you can make
people do many things
you can make
them weak
them fear
them bend
but you can't make
them love you.

Your type
Is seen everywhere
Though no can prove it
A tough hide
And a fondness
For burning things
To the ground
I wouldn't wish
To get in your way.

and if you don't
than I never have to
right?

Oh bright bits
Way up in your home
You do so much
A guide
A light
A simple pretty sight
It always brings me down
When I hear
That one of your own
Has fallen
The remains
Picked over by we
I suppose that's a reminder
That nothing lasts forever.

I tried to write a book
it went
poorly
I try to capture wisdom
and wit
with words
but my attempts
fall flat
so
any aspiring authors
want to let me steal your work.

Can not
What can't be done
By you
By me
By them
Not much
Honest
Most can do
So much more than they think
The real issue is should
The answer
Maybe.

You spent so
Very much time
Looking for the best
You wore yourself out
And settled for not the worst.

What inspires you
Pop culture
Society
Those swirling ghosts
That haunt your mind
Whatever it is
I hope you don't lose them
It can drive you crazy
when you have no words
Or maybe you should
If your draining out the toxins
Maybe one day
You won't have anything to write
And things will be all right
Maybe
Maybe not.

you are what you are
and what are you
obviously
you are
what you are
whatever that may be
and you will never
be what you aren't
even
if you want to be.

It can be a strange
Thing that makes
So much less sense
Then what things
Appear to be
And sometimes
It's simply a great deal
Less palatable than a lie.

Take my everything
condense compress
just a dingy bauble
hide it away
my phylactery
how can I be hurt
if i'm just a silly skeleton.

It's very close
But no
It isn't it
If I close my eyes
It feels the same
Or so I can pretend.

Do as you will
You know
within reason
no that
won't work
hmm well
be free
be happy
or if nothing else
please
be quiet
in your discontent.

They're people
Some are saints
Some are devils
Most are just
Somewhere in between.

Dancing hypocrites
Family values types
families
I value as props types
Cosby like those types
gropes at liberty
fracking in the garden of Eden
everything is burning
it was trans people
for sure.

some people
talk to themselves
no matter how many people
are actually in
the conversation.

I laugh
because i'm not
quite tall enough
to loom menacingly
over all my problems.

Made of words
Made of thoughts
Fragile as anything
Made of air can be
Little boxes
we all live in
Houses and trailers
Shelters and literal boxes
Can we blame other people
They're in boxes to
Of course we can.