Now here's the truth. (Poem)

My heart accidentally stops when i forget to breathe,
It helps me feel cold but sure,
And sure i am when you cant handle the lashes you receive.
Mental circles and insecurities have no cure.

Working only to fulfil habit, you fail,
And i handle my mania so nervously,
Mental caution tape from tries that turned so stale.
An you rolled the yellow tape out purposely.

Now here's the truth.

The truth can set you free,
Life can make you fly so high in the sky,
But don't forget to keep flapping, if you fall you die.
Being humbled and determined is key.

Doing everything plus more takes practice,
Just when you think you might have it the screen turns to static,
And being me, a manic, i panic.
So i sit here planning and replacing my tactic.

But this is what they don't teach.

Teachers don't teach you that others will put their feet on your soul,
Old hearted fragments on the bottom of their soles,
Do they care?, no , they cant care,
That would make them give back the lives they stole.
So they just look at you, with empty eyes and a cold stare.
And just when everyone leaves you alone, your old .
And the life they took is replaced with coal.
And the place where your heart was is now a hole.

The truth isn't always fair.

Hot hate filled tundra. (Poem)

Curse and scream to lobby your sanity,
I need not pain to know I'm real,
Imburse the notes locked in your vanity.
I need not light to see your spiel.

I cannot change you, you already know the truth,
Each leaf on trees signify lies told in stride,
People forgiving for themselves, and the release inside.
Forgive me for i have no proof.

Collaborated hate on can only feed,
Unaware of the mutilation occurring,
Unstable mental structures sending the mind stirring.
Overload of capacities makes orifices bleed.

Return your soul, stop feeding venom,
Only the devil can portray himself as an angel with hateful words and colorless denim.

Don't be self absorbed or blind,
Miscalculation stops the heart and depletes the mind.

Dust dried reserves depleted from warfare,
Empty eyes only seeing the horrible,
Dry iced tundra filled with hot hate created coursed hair.
Its the land of the dead where people still live but feel deplorable.
The feeling cripples, kills and leaves the victims gaze glazed with a cold stare.

Absent awareness makes embedded hate portable.

I marvel. (Poem)

The night turns day with crying showers,
Wind damage and floods the next sunrise,
So much power in the night makes it seem like the sun dies.
Every time the earth shows greater powers .

Dangerous, the life we still Haven't seen,
New species still being found or... created,
Water on fire from the sky coming slanted on the scene.
Past history before us that couldn't be dated.

I am, there for i was,
Sin not payed for with blood but love,
Oh almighty from above.
Only you can make me be.

No amount of evolving can make us..this,
The world created from nothing the size of a marble,
Expanding ever so fast but will it ever quit.
And if i was so lucky to get to the edge what would happen..i marvel.
Sights i will never see.

The days. (Poem)

The rays lay slanted upon tectonic plates,
The days for which i feel bad are gone,
The sexual tension is thick for platonic fates.
The plays for which i stole souls of the strong.

The days for struggle lay dead in my back yard,
Looking at the past, ill pass,
I want all of my cake, down to the last shard.
Hard cake is better than no cake mister, no sass.
A drunk giggle right before the bottle of liquor came down with a crash.
Old days are gone and look at me through windows with bars.

Leave me be, I'm good, i promise,
The may-be's never seem to amaze,
But even now i must stay honest.
In my back yard there are failures sectioned in days.
It took forever to get here but now that Ive risen I'm not astonished.

Squares called life. (Poem)

Squares lay on the floor from what i call blocks of life,
Cancel guesses put to rest,
Stack your pieces and check them twice.
Don't be fooled by those who look the best.

I'm puzzled and forgetful of the purpose,
Build what my main goal looked like,
And puzzled i fore shot, malfunctioning and worthless.
Yield what was promised by The Men Of The Quite.
Perplexity.

Do not challenge when you will be beat with lust,
You want what you see, i know,
You see my life pushing at my seems trying so hard to bust...
You stunt real hard but even you cant downplay my glow.
Ecstasy.

Rickety old elevator, crying to fall,
Lobby full of people waiting to rush in,
Women in the front too afraid to pick up the help phone and call..
In mid ring, bowling balls as bloody men.
Destiny.

The wind caresses life so willingly and...oh,
I love the way it flows so free,
It flows so freely within me i contain the show.
The color of the trees that hold their fruit while leaves try to be.
Expectancy.

Open your eyes. (Poem)

May i trade my cards dealt?

What do you mean no?

Putting aways forgotten feelings felt.

Forgetting the pleasures i never got a chance to know.

Can i sell back stocked ammunition's?

What do you mean only half cash back,

Just scrape off their inscriptions.

This incredibly high level of bullshit has my trash stacked.


Food scrapings go under the table,

There's no desert in this full coursed meal,

Seeing my life will make your life seem stable.

Its important that a person learns to hide what they feel.

Get grabbed from the back of your skull,

With your nose broken and your teeth scattered,

Head smashed until the cracks in the table look dull.

Open your eyes, even if it means getting battered.
Open your eyes like the sight you thought you saw never mattered.
Open your eyes.