Unfathomable

Carbon based
human lifeform
reigned
into
staccato measures

Garnering
affliction
ruining
new posts
ennui
always
unforgettable

But things change
for soliders
with names
so common
they become unspeakable
for the change for those who
follow these warriors
shall become
unfathomable

Made for Each Other

Having to rub it in people's faces
that you are in a relationship
usually is not a good sign
for it looks for vindication
since it is not enough
but why would it be
for dating him
is like
letters becoming wind
flowing through your fingers
You will never be enough
for him to see you
as anything
other then
a supporting cast
member
but you should know better
for you were better
before knocking on this door
and excerising these demons
because you knows ex's
creep at the other side
and you are no angel
and he is no whore
but you two might as well
be made for each other.

All of Me

I would write something here,
but would anyone care to read it?
Would anyone see it,
me
in these
words
on this screen
so be it
these are the words
expression
without correction
for this is
part of who
i am
but this cannot
contain
all of me

Lead Paint

Heart strings being pulled
like lead paint peeling off walls
it is slow
but steady
how hurt
has been pushed away
for no emotions
to remain

Momma Said

Momma said,
"Date the ones that aren't trying
to be perfect,
for no one is,
and the ones that try
are big fakers."

That made sense,
until the coin flipped
and the only
people to date
were losers

Which is the key
to everything
and all the flaws,
that she inforced,
"low standards"
which then became
none at all.

So we never dated
anyone
that felt worthy
just people
seeming more
flawed then us.

Turquoise Camels

Skinny
and thinking
a sad sobering drunk
watching the start of the end
that is the end of the omega
but time has traveled
and the past has changed
but the people are watching
the omega scraps
unravel into left overs
and life is a let down
to alpha boys
and everything has altered in months
to being able to see reality
and war
because turquoise camels

Dear Head

Everytime anyone drives
down this numbered street
there is you looking
out to the people
that pass by
and you have been raped
by your hairdresser
because it does not
look fetching
but this billboard
has been here for decades
and it certainly looked good
when it was taken
though time has passed
and we all know it
and we all wonder
how you look now
and could you be
our friend
because your rates
do not apply
to people with
money sense
leaving you to be
just a billboard
so high
and mighty
to common folk

"A Bug, Your food"

She said nothing
she just pointed
to a sign
that said
"A Bug,
Your Food"
kind of confused
but she pointed
it to everyone
and it meant nothing
unless you try to find purpose
for her words
even if they are not hers
for
"A Bug,
Your food"
certainly is
not something
she would say
maybe it means
nothing
to her
but it means something
because it is the only thing
she says
to me

Not Meant for Two

Out of all the songs
you would sing
to me
you sing
"Not the Red Baron,"
funny how it meant
something
totally different
in your context
next to me
Though I remember,
but remember too late,
the context
of what it means
and realize
maybe you meant
it to be a clue
because you sang it several times
to hold me to sleep
since the bed
could not hold
us both
but is not that a clue too
a bed not meant for two

Past Times Past

Tear drops
in tear ducts
drinking
peach tea
at sunset
stuck between
reality
and fantasy
seeing
weeping willows
reminding
of past times past
where things are meant to be
at least for some beings
that choke on peach tea
and it might not make sense
but who ever said anything
made sense
for it is about
remembering
past times past

Some

Somebodys, someone else
Someone's, somebody
left with the same answer
this is not meant to be
nor ever was
both sides deserving
somebody better
somebody else
someone else
and a million ways to say
the same thing
somebody is out there
somewhere
someone
knows it too
someday it
will come true

Egg Shells

Waking up angry, sort of drunk
wanting to just keep drinking
but instead try to have some eggs
though get upset the shell must break
because shells have been broken before
and they make a mess
and there is no room for
egg shells
in the universe of trash
a thought occurs
"have a bagel"
with whipped cream cheese
though there are none left
so a shower is the next task
for a certain someone must smell dirty
or at least feels that way
because shame
and regret
then breakfast will be dealt with

Heaven comes with Wings

For sake of fuck
You are a better me
fuck
me
but never fuck you
because
I'm aware
you will play
another fool
So when it is over,
come visit
we can easily become friends
because it is a waste of time
except maybe
for what we can share
for we have seen heaven
and the fall from grace
or at least one of us
for now
but beware
that heaven comes with wings
but wings of fire
that will burn your soul

Midnight Glow

How much do people over use the word love
When in reality never use alone enough
Because that is what we are
It is the middle of the night
and the glow of midnight
lays by my side
Though it pains me not
for freedom
is to welcome
being alone
fearing nothing
becoming whole
There is this midnight glow
on my side,
but I just moved
it is on my back
it follows me
it gives me
my choice
my answer
and light in the night
when there would be none.

Trees Killing

Thought that I could write it down
to understand
to make sense
of what was
would bes
that became cannots
Instead I'm
making the wounds deeper
Wasting away
Forgetting everything
that came before
So I write
but I realize I do
because I want to glorify
what I feel for you
because it meant something
but only because
I never do
feel this way
So the first year passes quick
and all I have are words on paper
and it's ironic,
that I killed trees
but I find trees killing me

Killing Trees (Version 1)

I
am
killing
trees
with
each
word
another
inch
adds
to
the
decline
of
us
and
you
in
my
life
with
paper
roses
just
to
kill
trees
to
make
you
feel
the
lack
of
my
concern,
for
you
are
dead
to
me
like
killed
trees

Dulcet Dirges

All that was left was
dulcet dirges
of times spent
wasted
waiting
wanting
desires
to come
true

the dirges
were dulcet
and they
desired
to be
over
for
however
dulcet
a dirge can be
it is repeitive

One Less Glass

Years go by so quick
while hours go by so slow
it wasn't until last night
that we saw you getting
older
tired
and patches of healing skin
from bruises
unaware
Though we all see
how we connect to our grandmothers
and how we don't connect with our mothers
until they become like theirs
So we're watching the first leaves come down
in mid Summer
and we didn't fear death
until we released there would be
one less glass
of tea
but I see her in my mother now
and in my aunt
Though I have yet to see
either of them in me

In Comparison

In comparison
there is no one better
then you
revealing keyholes
in brains
that leave
footprints
in the Id

In comparing
There is much to be improved
but as well
nothing to be gained
because there was nothing taken from others
by sitting near empty picture frames
besides talking about them
with you

In comparison
things look so much richer
next to pure reality
and true thoughts
but comparing
things become clear
like glass

Words Fail Me

When the words fail me
I try over and over
but the world is gone
and I'm falling
just not free
instead haunted
while people I knew
are in the skies
and I'm on the ground
but the words fail me
what was I meant for
if not for
sitting
watching
you do your hair
and yesterday I smelled you
yet today I spelled you
and you won't look back
but it's all I can do
for
I was meant for loving
and I know I cannot go back
to ruins
so words fail me
but I keep trying

Plains or Planes

It is silent in my heart
until around others
that may make flutters
of memories that
have yet to come

Expiration
could be in order
for there is little
to contain
of either
plains
or planes

Behind the Rainbow

I love you
but it will not
go away
I fall asleep
yet still it
remains
worse
by the days
I just want
to breathe
again
fresh air
instead of old
I just hope
I'm mistaken
about how
I feel
and how my
perspective
could fail
because I do not
want to be here
forever
if forever
lives
behind the rainbow

Tippy Toe

On my tippy toes
I make it a habit to not wake
sleepy citizens
yet
they tippy toe
tramble
over all
my existance
tussling
rustling
in the wind of
what was once
hope
and chances
of changes
of ballerinas
through the night
and day
without much dismay
because they would aslo
tippy toe
around each other
with quite a display

Oblivious vagary

Oblivious vagary
of my interest
yet it ends
right where you began
like a mummy
wrapped
and warped
like a totem
high above
awareness

War Drums

12 hours
that changes
the sun
to the moon
people go from adored
to anguish
leaving others confused
but others give them the chance
that in another 12
there will not be penury
of care
of emotion
of truthful
devotion
for civilzied beings
know not to bang
war drums