Saturday, May 19, 2012

Tony Liked Quiet

Tony slipped away
He spilled out on to the floor
The walls closed in on the way up the stairs
Feathers flew
Lights flashing red, blue
Tony had enough and she finally knew

Holes in the walls from the fists of the gun
Sheets hung in the window
Trash littered the corner
Plants withered
The TV broke in and out as static choked the stale air

Tony walked away
With every step upward, his eyes grew heavier
The walls began to buzz to the bass
Thump, thump
And gravity flipped the switch
Such a romantic
While his little sister screamed and threw the past up against the wall
He pushed his drawers aside
And as she leaned forward with hair suspended and eyes wild
Tony blew out his final argument, and slipped away through the cracks of the shattered home

Friday, May 18, 2012

Enjoy Your Life

This is a old one. It's a pretty fucking hard thing to live by

Forgive yourself for the decisions you regret. Forget the worries of today. Slow your pounding heart to the rhythm of pure existence. Breathe in the air of today and feel the direction of tomorrow blow across your face. Look up and travel the vast skies without leaving your seat. Imagine the very space you are filling close in on you like a blanket of comfort. Imagine yourself sitting in that space consumed by subtle feelings of bliss. Understanding yourself to be of your own design. Letting go of all objects and problems that will not last in this world. Knowing you will be alright and you are not alone. Feeling extraordinary happiness and willing to respond to any action with sympathy and a smile. You are an amazing being with the natural ability to create. Create endless possibilities. Enjoy your life.

Morning Poetry

Hand in hand
It speaks
None come around
Place ambition
One's submission
Where will the wind go
When will we take the blow
a man behind the shadows spoke
"At the time you least expect it"
"The process my son"
"You must respect it"
Grounds to feet
Trickle something sweet
To the top of my head
To break it free
And with that light they will scream
Laughter from cold air
Out of every corner
Beware
It follows
It lays deep
No worries
It will stay discrete
Only you will hear the voices
Calling you out
For a murderous meet
Decide what you will
I'll be in the back
Waiting for the kill

nathan?

Where did he go? Where are you now? Lost in time? As a pin point of my linear past? Point to point to nothing more. Here I am. I don't know me. I know him. I am a stranger. Where did I come from? I don't know but here I am, here I am. And he, lost in nature.

Lonley Bordom (Pacing)

I turn on the light as I leave the room
To stand in the door
Looking into another
And thought.... nothing

TRAGIC WALKS THROUGH THE GLASS

Drenched flies behind the door
Cigarette voices fill the halls
Their laughs like coughs
They disgust
I am self obsessed
I want to understand
I don't but am aware of the paradox
This feeling runs deep
It lays dormant in the pits of my delusions
It has no face
It speaks no language
It's strike at time subtle
Leaves me bleeding out screaming
Moment to moment
Thought to thought
Light to shapes
What lies
Taken back I soak it in a sea of black
Stressed, I open looking for a blank to concentrate
Thought to thought
Moments back
What can be done
Nothing was said so I reflect
I stumble to tie the lines
Run and run
In my mind I am free
And I run scene to scene
I run to know I'm free
Scene to scene
Blessed memories
Made of components alike
Made in levels
Children with a complex
We pulse on

17

This is the second poem I ever wrote. It's long but speed will do that....

The Dreams you sit and weave
For a life to stand and be
Is a thoroughly thought out controlled systematic bag and tag operation
Run by the corporation
Sold to you by the public office
Protected by political deceiving
Religious meaning
Media distraction
And military contraptions
Soft Grammar, crooked smiles and a cold touch
Pre assembled, packaged and delivered with a pretty blue bow
Sold to you at the low price of the horse you rode in on
Stuck on the side of the road
Stuck on a never ending conflicting gut feeling somethings gone missing
It's your self worth
It's the sparkle in your eye
It's the child inside
You want to be happy, young and free
Good times to stay
Stress fade away
But the bills are late
Food isn't great
Worried about a date
So you take the bait
Down for the count
Filled with doubt
Consumed by hate
It turns to tears
Surrounded by fears
The pain runs down your neck
To the toes
Up the head
And Through your bones
That's the real world
They'll tell you so
Making you peal away layers of the soul
Your emotions twisted
The pressure grows
It comes at a price submitting your soul
The separation of the natural world
Feeling low
Light in the distance
Small glow
Designs of a better life
You picture it there
Feels right
Only to be reminded by the physical tension and mental friction
You drop to the ground
An understanding refuses to be found
It feels all to real
Why me you ask
And without hesitation
You grab a bottle
Open wide and start to swallow
You start to feel again
You start to depend on the alcohol's bend
You start the cycle
The act of preparation
For intoxication
To the demonstration
Of a smile

Dust Cloud


Life is a dust cloud
Knocked up by a shadow
On the search for fulfillment
Life is a movement
And when the movement collects
The moment will settle
Riding the seesaw between dreams and conscious memories
April 2012
somewhere

Fuck It
That's a philosophy to live by. It got me through a lot. And it's taking me to the only place conceivable after enduring such a life, nowhere. It's grown too bitter. Iv started my reign of dirt and regret.
Time, I Never Met. (Applying The Adhesive)

How do I fight the fear
Always looking through the mirror
I sit still
Looking out
I fall into place
And drift on the current of bliss born of fear
I sit to forget
It's much easier than to take the step
On outward
Unknowns never met
Time slippery and wet
Slips away from my grip
I can not hold it
It will not let me go
And of this ride is but a show
Pretty colors, pretty bow
What's the point
The sound a deep low
Who knows I spoke
Realizing I am all alone