Merciless in deed

in blade

in grin.

Flowerless in garden,

of an overgrown grass.

a secret path

but only a room

alone is the key

the doors on the floor.

But you have to be able to fly.

Theres a place.

A mention made

in passing.

And now to desert

all the dry

countless and small

no matter the sky stays with us.

doubtless your in the room.

enjoy the time

ancitipate the death

for then all love will be thine

after releasing the burden of breath.

Enter My Fear

All of the welcoming emotion suddenly dies.
and the darkness shrouds the land in only misery's cries.


Enter grief!
A timeless ocean. 
Trapped of despair, trapped without relief
Enter the moon!
Endless racing of the thoughts.
Including you alone, trapped dead inside an empty room

The dead is holding you stiff once more!
Staring into your eyes, never have you felt so gone before

The time comes again, to pit against all that is you
Will you ever find the part of you that is actually true?

Paint the sky bleak
Consider everything we cannot speak

The one painting with the sun I painted as a child is lost.
Reality has broken the barrier, this is the ultimate cost


What It Is

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see


What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?


I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong


and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand


This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind


To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame


Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.


So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door


And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..

I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light

endless thoughts

Thinking through thoughts I thought of thinking through.

Though, thinking through thoughtless thoughts is thought to be thinking thoughtfully.

So thoughtfully, I'm thoughtfully thinking through thoughtless thoughts thought to be thoughtless only to think of more thoughtful thoughts. Only thinking through thoughtless thoughts can more thoughtful thoughts be thought.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope this brought a smile to your face Smile

newspapers made me write it

i say to death im just a little to shy

of the forever inevitable day that i die

will anyone cry? As they burry me in my coffin

im off then no light, no air, as i grow rotten

i got a thought then, when will my existance reach its max?

when will i fall into the past? growing duller like how the sea effects glass

until im nothing but ash in a box

what used to be bones and flesh lying ina bed of dirt and rocks

im hittin pot, its not helping me find my purpose

it leaves me nervous, yet, i still inhale on purpose

i live on earth with health, and a safe place to reside

some cant say that on the otherside they just run-an-hide when bombs and earth colide

they often die, does anyone cry when it happens daily?

or is it just today we lost another son, mother or baby,

us people are growing crazy, i ask, when will this violence halt?

when will we stop adding to the line to heaven, jannah or whatever its called?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just been reading alot about all the war bullshit going on in the world. It sucks that politics and all the other b.s has to get people killed. This is just a lowly americans ponderings on death and how im affraid, while safe, of it while people over sees die everyday. Fuck all the senseless killing our species needs to put away the greed and grow the fuck up!!!!!!!!!!

What Would It Be Like...

My thoughts

What would it be like...

to do things differently

than I always do?


What would it be like...

to dress in shorter shorts,

and lower shirts?


What would it be like..

to give in to the urges

that guys are giving me?



What Would It Be Like...?



What would it be like...

to not always do

what I'm supposed to?


What Would It Be Like...?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about how I'm feeling lately...

Please let me know what you think!!

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Symptoms Of Impending Change

Every symptom speaks like the clouds that summon us,
Floating above, under the shining sun or not,
They tell of a tale unwritten,
Unheard, they advance upon us and try to reveal
The things we cannot imagine
Because of our beliefs about what is 'real',
We stifle life itself by the limits we create,
With delusions of our greatness, we suffocate,
Buying time through plastic containers and spreadsheets,
Stocking faith in bulletproof vests,
Weathermen on a boxed screen,
And 800 thread bedsheets,
And no pillow found upon the earth soft enough
To lie a mind to rest for the night from the fears that await,
We close our eyes and all we see...hate, and take a pill...
Subjugated to live by these things we create?
Or can a man be hurled upon an altar of beauty
Such as that which arises from love, the pulchritude and allurement
Of exquisite elegance, by his very soul?
Could he be torn from the shackles of earthly woes
And these likely shadows-to-be of despair?
Might he be manifest as the creature of gracious giving
That were meant for him?
As these symptoms of cataclysmic change
Are rapping upon the door of time and space,
The symptoms of a world now disgraced,
So superficial, devoid of all spiritual freedom,
Every thought ordered to a pigeonhole
Before a chance can hold a place for a hope,
What we have created guides our thoughts on a tightrope.
Can we break the barriers of the past

Through a boundless discipline of a kind,
And untwist the cords of a nightmarish collective mind,
Hear these symptoms of change speak in the freedom we find
With hearts that banish the fears created by thoughts confined?




12:21 AM 4/26/2013 ©


Author's Notes/Comments: 

The ever present impending dooms and deluge of delusions that scratch at thoughts confined to a fettered reality.

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My Best Friend

   Thinking of you is a pleasure to do

You are always on my mind

You bring a special joy to my life

You are truly one of a kind

   I want you to know how much you mean to me

Of my devotion you may always depend

I am so thankful for being blessed

Having you as my best friend

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