Today is filled with an unusual stillness,
With nary a breath of wind.
Perhaps now is a good time to rest.

I have solitude in my mind.
Today’s stillness has taken over
My entire being.
Thoughts vanish in an instant.

I sit here perfectly stock-still.
My immediate world
seems to be halted.

Please, let something move.
Everything feels so calm and placid.
I don’t want to feel lifeless.

Such extreme stillness,
Bordering on the edge of madness,
Am I slipping into insanity?

Will I pull myself out of
The periphery of lunacy
To step back into this
Mad, mad, mad world?

I bought a pair of shoes off of a drug dealer
I don't know what he laced them with
But I've been tripping all day.

give us the days
that make a question
and all the things
that hold me on
ponder the ****
you can convince yourself
of anything you want
when you feel like this
I don't know what to say
cause I found a light
it told me things
you wouldn't believe
cause they're in my head
it gives me a choice
between black and white
do you want to end your life
I wish I knew what to say
a man cannot be free
it will tear me apart
eternally being turned
inside out and outside in
forced to explain myself
to everyone I know
it's crawling around
down my throat
a hairy darkness
choking me up
every word I speak
sounds like nothing
my head weighs
a thousand pounds
I heard my skull crack
It sounds impossible
but I've made up my mind
a heart like a hamster
give me more coffee
and hug me until this feeling
has passed and I can escape
the ideas I've created

Once I was eaten by the sea—
its waves, the hands that grabbed at me.
No air to breathe, no land for feet,
it seemed that I was all but lost:
blind and beaten, thrown and tossed.

But then I heard the sweetest sound:
my own heart’s beat—pound, pound, pound.
And up from those waves, my body rose
until my face had broken shore.

My eyes, they burned; my ears, they rung,
but that deep fear was all but gone.

One day
my hands will look like my mother’s—
and I wonder
if I’ll ever notice
the progression.

My daughter
will place her hand beside mine,
comparing landscapes
as though the veins and wrinkles
etched across my palms
were foreign elements,
strange and distant.

When the years
have piled high,
and I can finally say
I’ve been old
far longer than I was young,

perhaps I too
will place my hand beside
my granddaughter’s—
and study the difference
like a language
I was once fluent in.

Haven't heard much
From the new Pope
Must be
Easing in gently
Port and ciggies
In the back
Of his
Bulletproof Bently
They say he's
Distant related
To madona
And Bieber
The question begs the answer
Is young Justin
A believer.?