beware

beware the grass
like weeds growing up through the cracks
in this untraveled path between
abandoned synapses
learning or laughing
yearn for a raft to abandon these tragic advances

youth

a few small things
saw dust and broken windows
no electrical charge
but there was power there
soft spoken works that formed a whole base
an entire understanding of life
that was learned and
that was left there
all but forgotten
with abandoned mattresses and magazines

intra

My periodic paralyzing paranoia
sprang from the shore of my mishaps.
I wondered why they would say these things about me
speaking softly as if I were a 'bad' person
I had wounded them.
But for my only hope to cope
I changed what I perceived as just.
I have made my choices
and am not proud of the most.
so I am met with shame.
I feel better justified after it passes.
and sing a song of overcoming.
Then the worrying fear sets back in.
I have mistaken my freedom from it.
It reoccurs with each cycle of sleepless dreaming.
If they won't say it I will
I am bad.
I am insane.
I am complete.

end of conversation

I always had a way.
To sort the truth from what you would say.
My mind would set a braking point.
At negative five.
Minutes till you are mine again.
Explain it with a wavering hand.
Confirming I am crazy as
as.....

Hands

This glassy tomb is full of something...
The longer I stare the clearer it becomes.
Hope
Dreams
Answers
Lies
But I don't care
It just feels good in my hand
Man forbid I should fall into the wrong hands.

have it both ways

'Twas ne'er a lass of such divine
Beauty to roam the rod-capped hallowed hills of mine heart
she was life, beset hither and
thither from time to time in shallow
pools of what shall come to pass
alas, I pass the casket of
Time and pain rips my heart
like a strumpet the clock of
doest lust after time while she
already hath pronounced her love of death.

respect?

Black carpet on a concrete floor.
I was there when she walked
through this very door.
It always seemed like she wanted something more.
Like she always wanted more,
from men.
We bowed our heads.
A sign of respect.
But fear seemed more correct.