The Alex Jones Show Ft. 20 Dead Kids.

Should’ve kept chasing lizards
the faceless unknown
not dug your fingernails
blood deep in this.
Now they’re coming to take you and they deserve
every penny you’re worth.

Told the courts,
“It’s just acting, a small silly show.”
But monologues made ripples turned tidal waves
come crashing against the fractured souls
forced to bury their hope beneath earth.

At the time you didn’t know it,
But you were a liar.
And I loved you.

Lifting me into the air
As if I were an angel.
Swaddling me
In your promise of forever,

That you didn’t realize
Was already broken.

Late nights awake
Spent listening to the sound
Of my sobbing heart
In a duet with soft hums
Of sadness.

Waiting for a sign.

I've never been an auction fan,
Because it does not fail.
I bid on something I don't need,
At every auction sale.

Then when I come to pay my bill,
I can't believe the price.
It seems I'm paying first class rate,
For old used merchandise.

I get excited when I know,
The bid has gone to me.
I hardly know just what I bought.
I did not look to see.

It's like a contest where I win,
By making my own luck,
But what good is a set of wheels,
When they don't fit my truck?

On the top of the hill
in the alley
gnarly trunks are firm in the ground
soaking their wrinkles
in vapors of spring
over the stream drunk and muddy
like run-away vagrant.

On the banks of red dirt
almost covered
by threadbare carpet of hungry
young grass
warbler sings.

I am running under the crowns
through whirls of
sent down to earth
petals
semitransparent
and weightless.

I was here before
every year on winter trail
late this year in fear

I see lot has changed
more felled bodies laid restless
in frozen layers

I shiver in fear
of drowning my rustic charm
in bleeding rivers

Yet I must rise soon
for hope to win over fear
and bring back the cheer

While his daughter is at play
a feeling overwhelms him
as his heart begins to well.

Then the developing storm,
that brews within his breast,
calls him to the place of love.

Aghast by the past
Bombast and blast simulcast
Last forecast downcast

Do you walk half-asleep through fortified daydreams like I do?
Glancing around for those momentary pleasures
scattered,
like feed in a pigsty
like coins at the feet of beggars
like arms amongst the lonely.

They promised magnificence
a contented malevolence
screamed it through flickering screens the ever-growing tvs
that brought half the hell of us up.
And how can you take any of this anymore?
How the hell can I?

emotionally yours
one feels the pangs
weighing from within
when sparks are thrown all about

it kills emotions of one from within
as sparks

a lightening fire brings

and then suffice it to say
ashes all the way
sparks die without and within

the poet was
they say
an emotional one

Full of nature, so alive,
that was campsite #25,
bear, squirrels, and deer,
water music, twenty feet near.
Pine sentries on upper banks,
different heights, different ranks.
Guarding hidden fissured hallways,
shale plates of ochre, sienna, greys,
exposing the genesis stratum,
of this hidden kingdom.
This road mapped precipice,
sure to entice,
all who venture,
to this wonderment of nature.