I am... something more than nothing...
nothing less than anything...
looking for a heart to dwell with...
a place where i have purpose... fruitless & forlorgn...
i wander blindly... with my cane of hopes...
and seamless desires...
tapping every surface listening for the stir of echoes...
hoping the reverb from one is what i seek...


i am... blinded by the lies...
and false proclamations... that love is real...
and looking back at me...
as though the one i seek has been here always...
and i know she hasn't or else she would have assisted me...
a blind man... in crossing this road to eternity...


i am... forsaken... repetitively... continuously...
by this entity known as love... looking at my thoughts...
invisioning what true beauty must look like...
holding it's mirror of forlorn hopes...
as it falls becoming shattered dreams...


i am... lost... in this darkness... for i lost my sight...
to the smiles of false love...
and shards of promises thrown in my face...
you are the reason i'm blinded...
all the things you bombarded me with to my face....
and knives you've jabbed into my back...
the pain you caused burnt out the sensory nerves in my eyes...
and no amount of surgery can repair the damage you've caused...


i
am
incomplete
What
Is
A
Man?
Without
His
Senses
???­
Nothing

Power
i brandish it so beautifully
just as a name was bestowed upon by birth
this power was given to me by
my powerful grasp over this simple language

twisting definitions
into the churning souls
of my innermost thoughts
to unleash a potpourri of imagery
meant to dazzle and fluster ones mind

like water from a faucet
new uses for common words
run from my mind...
to my pen... to my paper
at a rate considered impossible

for even a supercomputer
can't comprehend things
at the rate
by which i create tem

my careening mind frame
caught in an updraft of simplistic thought
adapted and integrated
the simplicity of your worlds...
to create the complexity of mine!!

There is Power in my words
oh how i love these adjectives & verbs
my adoration of this language
rooted deeply in fables..
and mystic lore

set in place long before
my great great grandmother was named...

Weaving the lyrics of my mind
into a tangible form
something verbal and legible
that touches the heart...

Concocting experiments
to combine the English language
with the literary elements of old...

Praying that i add
the correct amounts
of this and that
so the resulting bond
of Chemicals
Eradicates your mind
leaving a ravaged wasteland
of thought


I am Astral
these words are my Pulse
bearing to you my Genetic Code

O Lord... here i go again...

These poetic rootz
shine through so beautifully
unveiling the fathomless depths
of this mess
i call a brain
no...
a mindframe...
intensely irrate
and predictable
the dismissable
truth of the lies
in my mind
runs blank
against the grays
going daily
from they're lips
through my ears
to my fears
showing nothing...

But a fearless
fathomless...
painless
blameless
remission
of my life...

Refrain from reading those lines...
this here is the truth of this mind

An admission of sins...
and faults...
the fears of my timeless
realm known as my mind...
Lonliness lead to the tears
and shattered dreams
of this forlorn heart...

Sadness caused this endlessly
reforming wound...
This bleeding ****
spilling my innermost emotions
out onto the floor
Before the world

.....Yet this is only the beginning of my plight....