lost

im losing my mind
im losing it all
im walking the plank, stadning on the edge
looking back, willing myself not to jump but my body cant hear my cries
over the sound of the roaring ocean below, the ocean of addiction
the tube can suffice anymore
i need to be inside, manipulating,
the watcher on the outside of the glass no longer hold me down
the abrs are bending by his will, the roar of his thousand age cry of anger and hate
if we could only build better prisons this would not be happening
im fodling and the pot is my life
i need my secret agent,
the one that is ageless
i need nov 2 to arrive
its so close but the veil is weakest
its so thin, its like nylon
i can see it all being played out
the changes are pretty whack
the friends ridign the thunderhorn
it rises inside of me but i cant, i know it

Ashes

and thusly it was reborn from the ashes,
like the phoenix
burnign brightly in the nihgt
stained wiht the blood of victums
as their screams fill the air
the shadow withe the white face slashes his way back into history
introducing new reles
making his predosessories look like children in the sand.

knife is the only weapon
fear is his only whisper
the guardian to my cage
the one i fear
the one we all fear
his rogue looks vanish into the night only to reappear behind us

rain

chill clouds form and hover about
tears are swelling,
and it comes
god cry.
not simpleten tears, but stinging tears, and slashing rain
erruptions form adn crisis is at the top of the agenda
someone is sad above
Zeus made another one cry, and now their pain trickles down to us
its as if we ahve never seen it before
like we have never felt the rain on our bare skin
the cold as it sinks into our bodies and threatens the soul
we do crazy things, stupid things
like its a hurricane, but the rain is barely more than a sprinkle, but when you go 80 it seems more than that.

childhood illusions

realistic truths come crashing down around me
i take out my contacts
its just a lopsided love seesaw
and mine hit the ground and i awoke wiht a snap and a crack
but its the story of my lvie
im born to be alone for a long tiem but maybe thats why im here
to make the third wheel, the fifth wheel
her, least im good for something
but i can do solo all by myself

whats left over, on the inside, theres more. i know there is

2 opposits that make the equation balanced
level but not level headed
rocking the rocker on its heels, and maybe a little bit off the groud
eyes like diamonds, yet more mysterious and past
dance moves that steal the moons gaze for her pown personal spotlight
a dance all her onw, not yet pattened
(he hates his life, how)

[how can it be]
{fair ainrt got nothign to di with it, maybe luck but prob not}
well we are back
hips that sway adn a voice that cracks glass
like stars falling in the midnight air
it all hangs still around you
gravity being me in to you
till our atmosperes collide into a supernova

Misty

the voice over a miracle line
shes reborn from ashes and thus is reveived from former into self
heads poking above ground party in the pool of blue, rimmed with a hug.
always the smiel in the distant creating another.
making my day infinitly better,
its the simple things that can make life worth it
a phone call
talking to a friend
suprising someone you care about
or D.
The rogue D, the one you always take and know you shoudl take.
the middle of a test, reading the question and knowing the answer before its finished in your mind its the one, the raspberry among the strawberry
the bamboo hidden wihtin the maze eecheoed with high bushes as walls, towering.
conquering, hacking and burning for the love
the treasure in the middle
its not a game
but
its a race
and when your last you do what you have to do, but cheating never crosses my crosswalk of a mind.
i crossed dressed for you
the parellel lines become perpendicular and sloped interpreted to us by equation

Haiku

The pine grows, the smell
swells as it's “leaf” twitters to
the ground, annoying.

Dawn falls from the tree,
landing gently, imprinting the
cement and staining time.

Breath stained, collar tight, white.
White all around like dancers
beckoning us in

the winner

trap em in a room
lay down the rules
no more lies
no more demeaning

stadn for what you try to personify
what you say, embody it
stop covering the shadows up
stop sweeping it under the rug
the middle supports you, the high prescribe to you
they need you, they both do

1 gun
no rules
the winner loses
the loser wins

end of this story,
its no cinderella
that dress dont fit these fat liers
it never has adn never will
not even in death

the truth is lies adn the lies are lies

blank

not as dumb as a doorknob
but not as sharp as a tack
but yet i can still draw blood

im undefined
unmolded
yet im in the middle of the road

moldable. i get concepts from the far reaches
undecided on a path
is that my destiny?
am i that unknown

Ill be the defintion of a blank slate
the epitmy of a renisance man
ill be who i am.

Da buzz

riding on the 60 buzz
going back and forth
being blocked at every angle

around the curve
reaching the speedlimit

the signs above me
i drop it, 30
rounding it off at 40
same thing
different day