The swirl of me. (Poem)

Swirling vortex i will contain your power
And so i did with extreme force
I see the root of man i am the tower
My strained success leaves my voice hoarse

I will power your city with a finger, behold
Indestructible fossil fuel forever powering
Ill replace the shine of pure gold
Howled screams occur with people cowering

My insides crawl to form
I struggle to sustain
outcomes the cry of storm
It rumbled, and out came the rain
It was me erupting not power but full
I'm not mean just agitated at the dumb
Sticks and stones to those who become so cruel
IT seems my sarcasm can outweigh the sun

Clarity the kind only sustained when put under
I will jaunt until I'm picked and tried
Reopen a place i left in my dumpster
The time for which even passion strained and dried.

The swirl of me.

Butterflies. (Poem)

Butterflies hitting windshields in the fast lane,
On the freeway, with my past slain under tiers,
The others die in the grills, leaving a last stain.
This is why my pain is higher.

Travel to and fro your hidden past,
I cant keep up with dramatic circles,
I cant amount to your smitten mast.
As if the blue shy had hidden purples.

The sun seems high in the sky, 12 noon,
But the moons out in the opposite direction,
The truth must had come to the light too soon.
Too fast for creating incidental correction.

The wind cant blow without temperature fluctuations,
Terminal illness for growing situations,
My anger ceases, allowing me to let go of pain.
The others die leaving a last stain in variations.

Crazy banter. (Poem)

Hail falls down on the sun,
Our race will not live, so help me God,
Where going to do the opposite of unloading a gun.
We can only win by using force on this unhealthy pod.

Change the movie, even if hailed by critics,
Watch little Molly get killed by a chainsaw,
An absent scream in a scene of screeching crickets.
She we dead before i watched her brains fall.

Sadistic is nothing compared to this,
I the thought, i hate the sappy,
I like the thought of dumb souls slitting their wrists.
The actually screams make me happy.

I love the thought of readers i might startle,
I love the people who know I'm right,
My effort level is actually partial.
I love the people who laugh at life.

Beauty. (Poem)

Purple pedals hit my face as i walk,
Then flow and flip as they fall down,
The Earths sweet scent fills my mouth when i talk.
But they instantly are dirty as they hit the ground.

Momentary beauty leaves impression,
Upon the heart and the brain,
It leaves you wanting more like obsession.
You can never get rid of the fleeting stain.

The bleeding pleasure that seeps from life,
Beauty is existence that works well,
Beauty can never give you the same feeling twice.
I miss the feeling i had as the first pedal fell.
Or the way the sun looked as it hung above the night.

Everybody feels something different looking at the same image,
Everything contains the trait,
Its easy to get attached, beauty is a new appendage.
But if you look closely, the most beautiful thing is fate.

Battle my brillance. (Poem)

Battle my brilliance,
Show me if my Constance is actual,
Let me know if your defense has resilience.
Because i keep feeling I'm going lateral.

Drop below zero, make me swallow glacial frost,
Please show me who's really right,
Challenge me, destroy me no matter the cost.
Because i feel like Ive already won the fight.

Tribal rhythm beats within my temple,
The evidence is shown through my hearts beat,
My tunes rhythm is changing yet simple.
Try to listen and you'll hear a sharp screech.
Only i can decipher my symbol.

Everything i touch is affected,
In a place below atoms that you don't think is real,
Even if evidence was found i wouldn't be detected.
Because i affect a part of the world one can only feel.

Addiction. (Poem)

My essence is not on the periodic table,
I'm nothing you are,
My presence is not for the stable.
Supernova of confliction from my hidden star.

Do you feel me bleeding?
Black ink as blood,
Do you feel contained as your reading?
The aftermath of my sudden flood.

Addiction of your mind,
12 steps to return back to me,
Vengeance for my kind.
And you love it actually.

I'm a flying fish or painful thunder,
I am the pills you rely on,
I am the heat that decays the summer.
I am the cross he died on.
Believe what you see and remain idle,
Forget the lessons that keep you in line,
Fail to remember warnings in the Bible.
Because your soul is now mine.

Golden. (Poem)

I'm a big tree and a vast forest,
I shade the undercarriage,
I'm a kid slash florist.
I live to raid any broken marriage.

This is a stick up, give me the goods,
Wonder, get lost and stolen,
This is a trick yet you hide in the woods.
My technique must be golden.

Leak so i can crush your existence and steal your being,
Why does everyone sprint?
I take everything from anything I'm seeing.
Even as soon as they catch my scent.

I feel huge, it takes two blinks to contain my image,
I play on fields that scare,
I play with real lives and call it scrimmage.
Life is a game of chess, check mate, you stare.

Maze of me. (Poem)

I'm trapped in a maze
Crash landing and broken bones, dazed
I cant breathe with broken ribs
I once found the hole where the Devil lives
Killing people, making pots of evil and changing kids
Somethings gotta give

I never joke when i feel things
Its easy to be unpredictable when mood swings
Lock me in a cage because ill escape
Its seems that nothing will stop my fate

The windows to my soul seem broken
I write and release the joy some call sin
The ones who know not life
I'm new to this world
I had a random visitor and was taken from the scythe
Given back after being mixed and swirled

Tie me down so i don't float away
I'm above the clouds
You cant stop the man i am today
I'm too high not to see below your shrouds

Marching in. (Poem)

Its 6:44 on the night of the arrival,
The men marched in hunched and suicidal.
They decided the best way to go was to do this,
Bombs and hot shells came in like a tidal..
Wave, from the streets the devils destructive kiss.
All mixed in with a twist of karma hate and bile.

Helmets flew off heads to hit sand,
Bodies soon following, another innocent soul,
Blood moistened the soil of dead dried land.
Vessels pop with screams that hold no purpose or goal.
Life dripping from mouths, the howls of the damned,
Death motivates men to die where they stand.

The war didn't stop when these men died,
The answer was already being screamed ,
The answer was simple, the government had simply lied.
The whole goal wasn't really what it seemed.

This world and me. (Poem)

You breathe to live,
I live to exhale,
I cant seem to hold anything in,
In this world i find nothing i give.
Even if the stubborn stay stale.
I can never loose because i know ill never win.

You turn on streets that look the best,
I walk down roads that lead to purpose,
I cant hold down lies that stay salty,
In this world the scheme is to be like the rest.
Even if to you my choices seem worthless.
I think that practical pleasure is faulty.

You write for people who want to be pleasured,
I write to stay untainted,
You jump feet you haven't measured.
I imagine pictures that haven't been painted.

Unsure message. (Poem)

Pressure strokes bleed through my paper,
With no anger,
But only on the pad i savor.
To me I'm a stranger.

I leak like a pipe with a cloth for sealing,
I'm not perfect so i leak with pressure,
The emotion you see is not what I'm feeling.
To me I'm darker then death in a letter.

The sun shines but the heat never reaches,
I steadily stand in the face of defeat,
I sturdily laugh at the people who reek of breaches.
I stand in a fort not even shame can reach.

My heart shifts not becoming worse but bigger,
I stare at existence in the eye,
I look at death in the face, pull the trigger.
To me i will never die.

The breath God gave me.

Cancel the thoughts you were thinking, 

The pressure in this place can crush,

Gravity causes my soul to start sinking.

Red painted hearts with death around the crust.

I will never trust because i am aware,

Cowards can never cower,

Even the red pointed beast couldn't scare.

I believe in a higher power.

My being is solid like rock of the thickest mountain,

My blood flows free ,

My inner core changes shape from life of the fountain.

My life will always be.

To see me would be a leap for most,

Look me in the eyes,

To grasp my concept would turn your life into a host.

Making you apart of my cause in hope.

I stand below the lies.

Try the tricky geometry i call me,

For me and my other parts are one,

I am the light sparkling on the sea.

Even when dark I'm apart of the sun.

Carbon bubbles up from my surface to show confliction,

My soul will not stand still,

I am outer space, for my space there's no restriction.

But venture to far and i will kill.

I race to a place that's out of grasp,

Will you keep pace?

I find beauty in what you think is trash.

What will you call my case?

Unready to give up things that aren't visible,

Unsure of things that don't change,

Uninterested in places that are livable.

Understanding of things that are strange.

Cant you keep my stride if i sprint?

Can you feel my insides scream?

Cant you avoid the things that tempt?

Can you really trust that I'm what i seem?

You can see me sprout from the ground,

But my roots stretch forever underneath.

You can feel my voice without a sound,

You will feel me even if existence is brief.

The breath God gave me.

 

Everywhere i am. (Poem)

Disassembled parts lay scattered,

Desolation after destruction,

Determined to destroy the battered.

Dabbled in days of discussion.

The words screamed could never replace words unsaid,

Even if whispered in pain,

Deadly verbal daggers thrown that could damn the dead .

Always whispered in vain.

My soul mixes with the air to cause cancered hearts,

I'm not of this world,

My being fixes to assemble scattered parts.

I didn't mean to hit eject and be hurled.

A dangerous landing erased careful planning,

But alive i am,

Tedious demanding encased understanding.

But scattered i stay in dunes of sand.

My fortress inside. (Poem

The borders to my fortress stay closed,

The plague inside must be contained,

I killed the open for the threat they posed.

Starve the tricky to keep thoughts drained.

Hoarders stay free, for they keep me,

The obedient get combined for strength in numbers,

But the observant get blinded for the sights they see.

Multiple births get canceled throughout the summers.

This land will not fail, there is no option,

For used to be soon mother there is adoption.

My colony quickly  expanded as i matured,

Its dangerous to be free yet lost,

My path was finally found, no longer detoured .

And i will never stray again, no matter the cost.

Dire (Poem)

Dead curtains hold still,
Even when the wind blows..
The pain is white noise in the back ground yet you kill.
Even when the time slows..
Hold your breath and try to stop breathing,
Stay busy while trying to act okay,
You will never get rid of the wound that's bleeding..
Because you try to choke back tears through out the day.
Play strong , the past is hard to die when the pain is still alive,
Even though on the inside you beg and plea,
Your feebly thrashing, its hard to live when your helping enemies thrive.
Your hearts being crushed fifty feet below the sea.

Free fall, walk backwards if it helps you move ahead,
Pursue happiness even if you have to run through fire,
Blurt sentences even the ones you left unsaid.
But you do nothing, and your laughs so dire.

Ladle drops of pleasure by falsifying emotions,
Drop dead where you stand if you stray from the path,
Sink emotionally through the earths core under the oceans.
And accept the fiery red wrath.