You cannot imagine I
Speaking from another person's
Point of view.
Though you recognize the importance,
The intrinsic value of it qualitatively,
You're not able to
But the issue is deeper, broader
Because you cannot put yourself
In another's shoe

The ganwing ache
The emptiness inside,
Great big maw.
That is life

You joined their army
Their special forces
They told you, quid pro quo
You can go far, you know
Just bomb this village
**** their children
**** their women
And as far as land
It trades hands
Same with the resources
And if we can't win
We'll resort to making sure,
Really no one can

Reaching through echoes
Wishing to change what is,
Because what once was
Is past.
More than mere memory,
I could live a life off what we had,
But things elapse.
Time goes pass,
And all I can say is
Remember me

Memorizing license plates,
Every passing face,
Mental logs; time & date.
Act stupid to maintain,
This farce, this facade.
One fake one, one falsely named.
Living amongst shadows,
Only remnants remain

You want a reaction
I can give you a suicide
You can watch
The life leave my eyes
As I twitch on the floor
You can tell me
What it looks like to die

Gripping,
You're the only sane one.
And everyone else
Just grasping at straws,
Running their jaws,
Can't hold a candle

How much do you think I know?
What I do, I don't show
And if I go? It will be silent
And without pause given,
As if you didn't know

There are no truths with you
I wonder what you will remember of me
With your cynic's eye, your nihilistic view
The heavy hand, that can't help but use
But the weight is there, and weighs
Like the past, and the abuse
Can feel it in your stomach, head
Shooting pains in your back
Replaying each thing you said
Safe, bombarded by constant attack
The things you never let out, or let go
Those things you surrendered to
And let take control
Sacrificing yourself.
It takes a toll
To sell your soul,
And you only reap hell

To have loved, is more than man
For should ever want, or can
Ask of, out of his life.
The ever stirring mind, and
Almost frenzied hands
Of the fools who dance,
The waltz of romance

Vanish from me
Insecurity
She holds me down like gravity
And when she asks
Do you love me
It's not a part of me
But the whole

Heart and soul

If you left, I'd be empty
Only a vacant cavity
Never to be full,
If you leave, please
**** me
Cutting with blades, dull

His eyes, tightly shut
To stymie the tears building
The fighting, intense and abrupt
Like the feeling to give up
An ocean of emotion
Waves washing over
Lying still, still in motion,
I know but don't mention.
Still alive though
Inside, I feel I'm dying;
Drowning

I love you my
Amputated limb
Planet in orbit
Laps around the sun
Space to swim
You can always
Wade with me,
Until the sun rises again

Every word spoken
I can treasure like a token
But what price do you put to it
Are they Benjamins
Or do you toss me only Lincolns?

Fear is not the end
Comfort is no friend
Battles to contend with,
Against yourself
Against the wind,

Four black walls
Echoes of unanswered calls
Silently, alone, weep
Falling asleep
Quietly weak

What to do
With a ruling class who
Absolutely spoiled, rotten,
There's no progress for you.
What does it matter
Internationally, what they do
When we bleed at home
And they tied the noose

Civility for civilty's sake
Do you laugh to feel,
Work to wake?
Is there a person there real?
Or, are you too fake?

Simulated tastes
Emulated face
Of a careless faker

Think in haste,
Take and you take,
Living life as if it were a race

What will you say, when you meet your maker?

There is so much,
That goes on in a day
And I remember too much of it
Too vividly.
I want it all to end

Shedding, prior to your sister's arrival
Quiet and silent
So it's all my own

Streaming in the car
Quiet, silent
All on my own

Eagles soar
Over broken day
And the cities are rubble
The fields are gray
Babes cry, mothers sway
The men have gone away
Rifles in their hands, boots on their feet
Off to some far flung land, in squads and fleets
In land, over sea, and through the air
At attention, every back and every tiny hair
For the coming tide
To wash you under

and the french girl was saying
all about how to topple
the patriarchy;
American man
American man

agrarian origins
an itch for war,
once upon a time
a puritan,
from what I've heard
with dreams of white Christmases
in days of old
I remember, what you were

all is fair
is the quote shared
in love, and in war
but I ask
when they don the mask
how do you tell
heaven from hell
martyrs from a *****

this gnawing ache in my chest
like words can't express
miles and miles from you
my love

stirring for you
from so far
as eddying currents do
with stars in the sky
in motion all around
as the tide tends to

how do you sleep
when it's a celestial body
you find divine
and sign your life away
to stay in the dark
to worship for all time

moments from tonight
will be burned into my mind
hot iron brands on skin
and I don't know
how to feel alright
water filling the lungs in
what good would talking do
and walking is no use
stuck like a pin
I just want everyone to be alright
to be happy and have enough
battles you can't win

I know things I could have done better
I know I could have been better
if I were stronger, or smarter
or just a little more understanding
I'm too young
to be so full of regret, such shame
and grief, and for it to be so commanding
and I think at times
life is damning
but I realize it's just the damage

no fuss
no time to talk
in this lameduck generation;
a friend till the end would be nice
and if that can't arise, I suffice
a friend, generally and genuinely
is more than I can ask for

how cruel
that it can tear you in twine
two, for twice the heaven
love split between divines

trying to break out
of this **** class
these tiny pigeon holes
I keep getting stuck in
I can get ****** in
to things I shouldn't
and when I look at my life
I ask myself
what to do with it

I don't understand people
running is easy to get though
one leg in front of the other
miles, kilometers
hell, they can take you around the globe
but have you traveled, you know
no matter how far
the problems join you
wherever you go

mediocrity
be the judge of me
and see if I give a ****
I know how hard I work
I know who I am
can spit in my face
and still call myself a man

tell me how
the thought alone
ain't killin' me right now
I guess I'm just glad I know
that life, up or down
is twenty times better
above ground

you'll take advantage
till the creekbed dries
crushing roses in your hand
and they would've wilted away
anyway,  you think you're so much bigger
I've got news for you
you can barely measure up
to the men next to you
you cut a small figure
and every time you open that mouth
all respect for you just dives south
***** no-good stinker

putting my **** hat on
****, cap
**** if I can't lie for long.
not being bashful,
I know I'm an *******;
a man can still be strong
and still be wrong?
go pick a daffodil

it wasn't asked of me
so I just shrugged
what does it matter
what goes on, overseas
if you ask me
they can all get buggered
and ******

and who will
in times of sorrow
extend a hand
when only yesteryear
you ******* about land

the ugliness of humanity,
that is the face of humanity.
stare that ****** dead in the eye
if he ain't sweatin'
he's gunnin' for you and I

bloodshot eyes
and tell me why
when you cough and they well
it's the only time you cry

I've bet on luck
waited for the other shoe to drop,
that wager will drive you bankrupt.
your life is in your hands.
lay the money on your name
the cards are already stacked
so why not stay true to yourself,
when odds are
you lose the game

Cannot speak as to what the future holds
yet still untold
but today, my fingers freeze
hands shake from the cold
and my back aches
begging to break
under each new load
good god they weren't lying
when they said
life is like
a long and winding road

and it wanes
because I am not giving all of myself
when you will not

a tree sits,
outside my window.

autumn greets, hello

green, turns to orange,
and things previously flourished,
now go
down below

I try to keep you close
But I can never seem to stop you
From drifting away.
We have strange polarity,
You and I.
Know the under and over,
But never the why,
And at this point
I wish to die

preclude the multitude
of thoughts drenched
in savage observations
savagery, like apathy
are better let
to pass you by