I do tend to
consume myself
within myself
It seems to come naturally
no need for help

Why do I have this talent
to own my reality?
Am I really
lost in my insanity?

Clarity seems vague and distant
like I'm lost at sea
fog
Withholding my resistance
Futile thoughts of undone chores
pilin up along the shores

The way you’re stuck inside my chest
 is best
Twisting my guts to coils just beneath my flesh

If you look close you can see it ripple

The muscles moving, mangling my middle

Manufacturing something like a slow and painful death

I wish heroes exist.
With that problems are less
I am saved every day.
It would be a great deal of security,
to see them flying on schedule.
They would kill all the villains,
and dedicate the battle to me.
They will never die because
They have super powers,
They are immortal...
They live to protect me.
But I only watch my heroes on TV.

Our reality a causality of the sedation of the human mind and the human heart,
The closed eyes trained to see nothing but what is presented upon a TV screen,
The broken anvil of our ear unable to hear the crashing hammer screams,
The screams that cry out for the shattered dreams, the forgotten Utopian ideals,
Our touch deadened and kept at arm’s length, each end of a handshake,
Gone is the embrace showing love for the fellow man, only power-grip remains,
We care only enough to be convenient, we don’t care enough to fight for children maimed,

sunlight pours
dust waves
bowl

thorn ridden scars
borne fresh with limbed
sighs

pressed like trophy birds
tossed
on a grey eden

promises
held together with
alleyway stitchs
this sway
descending staircase
juncture

this depths pressure
against each breath
like cool
decipher
pearled on the tidy
darkness

flickers of recognizance
in the light
emotion fulfilled
in the charged atmosphere
of our older shadows

nice anger displayed
at a lover who crosses your way

and
Have signs to betray
and
take you astray,
if only you meant quit
to say
and
not remain quiet
till this final day

love is in the air
all in war and love is fair,
give him another chance
if you may

or
else quit immediately
as you now say

so do it right away
but not repent
anymore after today
quit if you wish to
just as you may

You've always been the pen
that wears my weary thoughts
and turns them into words~
cool and warm,

the umbrella
that protects my head
from bad weathers
and from rain,

the pillow
that holds up
my dreams
and releases
the strain.

Now you're not here;
absent and far away,
my words feel cold,
I'm weak, tired
and soaked in pain.

an angry face of four and twenty
slacked, defeated
eroded by karma's vengeful smacks
and disappointment's relentless howl

as he would say

a luck insurmountable
dragging, yanking
incomparably worse by far
than joan d'arc's own standards

as he'd tell it

each red light an opportunity
that's shooed at every green,
hope at every shared glance
met with cold closed window,
unsated, his hungry hand
stays

as his story goes

I do not like it.
Everyday it has that cold stare.
I want to break it to pieces.
I want it unrepairable.

It lives in my room,
hanging comfortably on my wall.
Disturbingly circle,
round round round.

The dawn came when I finally decided,
to kill the demon.
I smashed it to the wall,
'till it was no longer recognizable.

I had my sleep.
I woke up without worry .
I was relaxed and happy
...until I saw another one hanging.

the power of drugs
be it kids stuff
or
docs medicine
overpowers some

and
words flow as if from no where
mind vomits its hidden essence
as the stomach churns

then we feel all inside out burns

god knows
who did what and when
many can't even say amen
but your thoughts are no omen

they come alive like lightning eyes
and
shear guys minds
my greatest one over here..
hope you do still hear
if not endear...