Untitled #9

I wish I had the words to explain

My dissatisfaction

Intellectual allegories,

metaphors,

and symphonies

French phrases

Rich melodies

How much I despise this set up

The failure with everything on my own

If only I could say

Whatever I wanted

Without the aftermath

The angry stares

And judgement

Or if I actually had the guts

to say it to the faces

staring at me

No matter

To the top

To the ladder

Don't stop

Cliche'

Might be this premise

Or how I am angry at the system

That I feed and grow

I still will defeat the normal

Status quo

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So I put out a glass

Just a normal everyday drinking glass

I went out to the middle of Town square and sat

With this round old glass in my lap

I didn't move

When people spoke

I didn't respond

I waited

If someone was observant enough

To ask

about the glass

My eyes would merely lift and look at them

In the eyes

Stare at the glass again

Unkind words sometimes were spoken

When my answer wasn't clear enough

For them

But, it was all right

I just sat there

The sun drying my comfort away

Beads of sweat rolling down my back

Than, it began to rain

The clouds swelled and veiled the sun

My glass filled with water

It stopped raining

Why your glass is full!

Said those who had noticed

the empty glass before

I stood up

No it is not.

I broke the glass

Now it is.

______

Happy New Years eve.

Untitled #8

Hi, hi there little bird

Bloody little bird

Dripping from your back

Running down my fingers

The pressure that I'm applying

doesn't do much

The shattered broken breaths

Do nothing, but numb my heart

Tighten the veins the lace through

My

lungs

If I just will it, will it to live

The head falls and the neck rests on my

Pointer finger.

My shallow, hollow, empty, sighs

Get quieter

Nothing, but silence can cure this moment.

Though it will break down into dust

Creating life once more

Untitled #7

Nauseated.

Feeling the whirls of boredom

Seeping up into my eyes

Overflowing out of my sockets

And stinging my bare skin

Do you know what it is like?

To be able to touch far away worlds

with your fingertips

Overwhelmed.

Cluttering of metal boxes

Hollow metal boxes that suck

The oxygen from my lungs

So much

I toss them out of my window

They smash car windows

Break pots

People cheer

They are swarming now

Gathering my metal hollow boxes

They are tearing at each other

For my beautiful metal boxes of nothing

Well, here we are.

Aren't we, Mr. Warhol

The time is among us and only twelve minutes left

Nothing ever felt so great, so liberating in fact

Now I know, we could all know

But that'll happen

When everyone realizes

We must burn the storage houses.

Untitled #6

A red flag has been rising.

The sparks flew at dawn.

The finch flies between us.

Carrying messages that we cry.

Mutiny is occurring

I plead that you flee

The noose is prepared

The floor of the dungeon painted red.

He loves you

He says

As he slits your throat

You stare at his eyes

Pleading with your soul

Because you just know

That he acts this way

Because of his childhood

Something like that

Nature versus Nurture

You can't blame him for that

His bare hands tear down your fortress

Right in front of your eyes

While softly cooing to you

Lying with his eyes

You just stare at his eyes

Pleading with your soul

Because you just know

That he acts this way

Because of his childhood

Something like that

Nature versus Nurture

You can't blame him for that

Purple, green, blue

Scars running deep

Going through

Your heart is hanging out

Blood dripping on your chest

Hanging by a last simple thread

He throws dirt at your vulnerability

Laughing at your irises

The tunnel to your truth

You just stare at his eyes

Pleading with your soul

Because you just know

That he acts this way

Because of his childhood

Something like that

Nature versus Nurture

You can't blame him for that

"Love him I mustn't give up

Our dear Lord has told us

Never give up"

Silver is the sword

Heavy is the rock

Sly is the fox

Love is an action

A verb if you will

But it doesn't mean put up with an

abusive strong willed

Son of a sailor

Who eats out your light

Steals what is most precious

Then casually walks out

Out of sight.

You just stare at his eyes

Pleading with your soul

Because you just know

That he acts this way

Because of his childhood

Something like that

Nature versus Nurture

You can't blame him for that.

Untitled #5

Is this line right? This one right here?

Oh OK let us begin in...

5, 4, 3, 2,1 Go.

"Killing is this killer that has decided to enslave the world.

This 'being' is our greatest threat, and biggest concern.

We address you today to tell you that though what you may assume

This killer isn't terrorism, drugs, alcohol, obesity, gang violence, poverty,

dehydration, famine, lust, vice, or anything of that manner.

We spend, oh how we spend.

Supporting this operation hoping it'll commence, and not back fire.

So sign your blank checks, help us with this case.

The benjamin is the only one to change the outcome of the human race."

Rusty is this nail driven into my back.

The lights, and flashing colors are of my natural set.

Rows of numbers are what has driven us to be

The largest consumer,

The savers,

The killers,

And the peaceful wannabes.

Terrorism, on the tip of our tongues

Drugs, they are the killer

Murder 101.

Gluttony spilling out of the mouths

of the ones who take us, drag us,

and strip us before we hit the ground.

Please tell me, whom shall I fear?

Blood dripping on my forehead

No one to take up the slack.

The earth is melting.

Jesus, when are you coming back?

Because the brightest minds,

The wealthiest beings,

And the most inquisitive hearts

Can't seem to see

That the number one killer

Sipping red rum like tea

The only one to blame is you and me.

Humanity, will be the death of thee.

Untitled #4

Your edges are so round, whilst I am so sharp.

I speak to you all the time, are you listening?

I've been speaking to you since the 2nd grade...

Are you really listening?

I tell people a lot about you,

I refer to you every so often in conversation

Still, I don't know who you are

Who are you?

Have you been reading what I say?

I lost a few readers today,

I always do.

This dark appeal of mine

is like an animal unworthy of sacrifice.

Dirty.

So, a lot of people talk about you

Never say your name.

I don't really want to know you

I read, read, and read

Searching, like a poisonous treasure hunt

trying to find the right words to describe you

But, no, I don't want to anymore

I've talked to you for so long,

And, I know nothing about you

I hate you.

Or, Do I love you?

No difference, really

I'll talk to you tomorrow,

Maybe tell someone about you to.

Untitled #3

Guernica, relocate to my mind

it hurts

Though we tried to cover it up

oil paints never dry

______

A garbage disposal

to thin, chop, and toss

my thoughts would drain quite

nice