Difficult

I never knew where to step
Egg shells and broken glass
The mine field is out of mind at least
As if it weren't enough.
I don't know what you want from me.
You don't know what you need from yourself
A few steps in a direction of production perhaps?
Maybe a turn out of the melancholy.
Self inflicted tears can grease the quick descent into oblivion.
But who wants to be proactive?
The glances of pity are far more rewarding.
An ounce of work is just that,
Work.
No one has time for that.
Let the world be handed to me begrudgingly,
By the trick of emotional terrorism.
In the end you still have the world,
Who cares the means by which you gain it.
Respect and worth are overrated anyway.

mmmm

More than just mediocrity
this monthly mastication
meditate on moving mountains
meanwhile your motivation lacks mana
martial law manipulates the meaningful
make microscopic movements toward tomorrow
magnanimous morons are making marks
these markets miss the deadline
the point is marred by the marry

Sincerity in the face of despair

Singular in direction,
This hall is leading to one place.
Sole, the destination of soul.
In that finite location a bell tolls.
For each of us a single tone.
Ringing clear and distant.
Unavoidable is this,
Finiteness.
A face of truth will guide me kindly there.

Hell

This swirling liquid rises up in me.
The satisfaction causes sin to seed.
Simple smiles breaking teeth to bleed.
Never suffer fools to tempt your seat.
Wimper as a babe lost in the sea.
Trust that blows to bows deserving be.
No curse you utter here will sunlight see.
Death withholds the secret to be free.

Performance

Picture perfect pocket sized portion
Preemptive putrefaction
Petrified
Piece by piece
One per person
A pretty perspective
This playable persona's position
Practically perpetual perturbation
Please prepare for pleasantries
By prostration

not so much

In this middle place I linger
either existing or disappearing
If observation is a requirement of existence
I will never be

Threshold

I am not sure where this falls
Which faction can claim me now
I feel the fruitfulness of either world
Although the tension is building
This fence beneath me is feeling the weight of my position
Someone
Somewhere
Is beginning to look at me with suspicion
Indecision will soon not be enough
The call to arms will be made
My cards will land where fate decides to play

Fire

There is a heat
Rising underneath
Pushing in
Around all of me
A sweltering and crushing wave
With unbelievable force
Squeezing in and expanding
No amount of planning can withstand
Destroying body feet and hand
And we must gladly take it all
With grinning satisfaction at our luck

Ignored

Sometimes I wish I could be seen
To feel that rush and euphoric wave of validation
The work is there
The time is there
But perfections is far from being achieved
If it is even achievable
I long for vindication
All the work and worry
Stress and lost sleep
What for?
Who sees?
I desperately want to turn your eyes in my direction
I see you daily
In my dreams if not the world
So smoothly you exist
Behind a cloud of understanding
I see you
As you pass over me.

aloud

May I feel this?
Is this something we can emote?
I worry as much as I wonder
Where the boundaries lie.
This becomes something that is unapproachable
Like the light at the edges of a dream
From tired clenching of my fist,
I've lost feeling in my finger tips

Chrome

This palace is a floating model of the perfect home
All these people plated in gold with thoughts of chrome
Docking with this brings the sining doors of lighted shows
We are the pallbearers
We are the known
The stage is rising as we remove our clothes
On level ground we unite observed by those below
As the embrace consumes, with heat it glows
Consuming all we see in passionate flow

Turbo

Flying crosses
Pulsing red through crystal gateways
Strike a pose of concerned fear
While understanding all the while
These interlocking fingers hold the truth about tomorrow
Racing toward the escaping light
Slowly swaying in my sight
Bursting flames swallow us
I can feel you coming up behind me
Closing in and helpless I abuse my only chances.

international sameness

Varying the speed at which we walk together
Passers by will stop to stare
With rigid movements we appear
As objects many people fear
This crowd is slowly growing
Showing the willingness to do as told
We are a unitWe are the world

cats

Blind,
Like bestiary bindings
Trying to kick down all the doors in the world
This driving pulse is unrelenting
Over time the cats have over run the place
The animation blurs the happenings
Climbing into the chest you keep at the base of your bed
A world of water color and spires waiting there
My grainy solo flashes in to view
Crowds of people come and go
Mosaic statues stand as sentinels
These towering eyes have burnt all they see

Catch-all

This body of water stretches vast
All you say is slowed down,
Repeated.
Bridges pass overhead
While I watch you lying on the bed
Kissing mirrors,
Lipstick red.

Join me as we pass from bright to blue
serenading me and you.
this water ripples
It holds the secret I was paid to pass.

de-side

I have fallen behind.
A degree of discomfort.
An amount of disregard.
Truly I am not new to this.
Yet you review and chew it.
I can't find something lost,
If I never had it.

Deathly

Worry is a constant
state of consciousness
which I have been
enduring
no matter when I leave
the earth
celestial bodies
continue turning

News

I am constantly haunted.
Ghosts of those that told stories before me.
Serendipity is always a prospect.
For those that in the past have bore me.
Not sure about the reliability,
Of this news story
Please,
Spin a new identity for tomorrow's morning.

Burning Burdens

I've paced this place so many times I could do it in my sleep.
If I didn't already,
Brooding is an all day activity
A welcome substitute to therapy.
It beats sharing anyway.
We quickly cleaved a new trail through the brush.
Clearly.
The burden of bearing crosses fell on us.
We figure, with the reach of Big Brother,
"Why bother not to finger?"
Couldn't stand the lack of backlash.
Back paddling past the crash site.
More than some burning bush in a burning desert.
To me, she will always be more than I could be to me.

Blood In The Trees

Images adrift,
Flow to the place of faces.
A flash of color in a winter-scape.
The music turns dramatic.
How can this all exist,
Inside a world of smell and saviors?
With this brush, I thee claim.
Now we are the same.
See?
Expectations turn the smoke to blue.
In the flames of alchemy,
Beauty forges you.

Belial's Garden

The moonlight blurs the movements
Contemplative and colorless
The chase ensues
Outlasting
Entangled
Grass and dirt and communication
Tangled in a passing moment
Light is seeping from the ground
No remnant of truth will change the course of this
The egg and the ear are open to it
Dancing till the legs collapse
And make the flesh a feast for sleeping ants

Knows

Mirrored in the mid-screen.
Figure in the clouds.
Leaves and feathers dancing.
Fingers reach the ground.

Run in two dimensions.
Sacrifice your dreams.

No one knows what "sanctifying" means.

Primary

How can I render these shapes to be less visible?
Recognition is overrated.
Running up stairs that have no landing,
Frame by frame.
The game is on my brain.
Disembodied eyes on a pale wall.
Primary colors flash.
Ending with exploding black.

In Life And In Bed

Eyes stare as you lie back on this mattress

Perhaps this is worthy of 

Screen capturing

Despite the reputation

That my mind lays bare

Our condition is anything but fair

Hells bells

Well there

Despite conditioning of the air

Only often feeble answers came

See the snapshot of a tear inside the laugh

Admired as a shadow of the vows I said

Forgive the expectation swinging high above our heads

A glimmer of remorse, white knuckled, take the ledge

All is laid in your life as it is in bed 

 

Vanquish

It is hard to see
That such a thing came out of me
Enshrouded in the cloud
Lauded beyond belief
No longer can you count on this
About my pouting lips you siege
No doubt the ships you sent,
Will never vanquish me.

Anger

Rain falls
Electric and blue
Broken concrete
Creeping through the grass
Too close to focus
Soaked in sunburns
Lakes of endless nakedness
Red rising in every eye

Avoidance

She did not yearn to learn.
Hard to discern her first words.
Whats worse than giving a gift horse.
Grief; an unreconciled force.
In the face of fashion flying forth.
Thinking forward lead to leaning back.
By chance and glancing.
Deranged and rabid I stand downrange.
Active attempts at avoiding change.

Test Worthy

How great the precious things I have destroyed,
Or lost for sake of searching.
The sweet taste of yearning rings through,
However true and hurt, we still learn.
With studied glances distant in this rain.
You granted bittersweet refrain.
I meet this moment only baiting breath.
Monumental failure of this test.

In the breaking dawn

As the sun is rising and the eyes are still wide.
The expectation growing but the body seems unwilling.
In a recent past there was a setting of intentions.
The growing shadows brought a slow resolve,
An acceptance of the fate unwanted.
What wonders will this wander wind us through?

below the cushion

I swear I heard a sound just now.
Like a tiny scream for help.
Just past the threshold of hearing.
Fainter than a whisper it beckons me to action.
Perhaps it was imagined.
The danger in my mind fabricated.
Nothing here to worry being neglected.