And He Had Old Man Eyes

A boy, barely eighteen,
Deep rancid thoughts plagued his brain, they fester,
They merely kept him thinking of all that is painful.
Harsh night would often blow past his window,
To tell him of his failure.
The mournful nightly chirping of crickets; familiar and vivid,
He knew their harmless intentions,
Yet ambiguity settled and drank from his stream
and the orchestra of their violins whispered their true sad meaning.
Schoolmates poked and prodded,
His past sealed tight in his clenched bloody fist.
He never raised his hand or spoke of much,
His lips barely parted,
For fear that they may not see each other again.
His ears were open too wide,
The sound muffled by the Chaos within.
Scents played with him; nostalgia,
Pain never seemed to cease.
And He Had Old Man Eyes,
Barely eighteen, a boy.

Edge of Chaos

We build ourselves with the success of the knowledge we gain,
Our survival is overly dependent on our resumes,
And our pedigree decides our influence on the law.
With great effort, we rise and climb the ladder,
We force ourselves to push the limit further every day,
The children watch from sidelines barely drawn in the dirt.
They learn from us.
The endless ladder, top-heavy with bureaucrats and the wealthy,
Whose mommies and daddies carved their names in the top-most rung.
Clawing and biting each other on the way up, the children observe,
A well placed foot, on someone's face, ensures our ascent.
We manage to gain a few rungs, compete or die miserable,
Day and Night we struggle against the flow of sharks and bulls.
There is no room for loved ones or friendship, you must be above them.
Then finally, when you reach the restless top,
a lonely song is all you can have as company.
You cannot look down; you'll fall immediately,
You have nothing more to gain, you're on top,
So carve your name on the rung and jump...while the children watch.

Say it

You all think it; I'm a fuck up,
I know I am. I know my faults.
There are so many, point them out.
How could I have known
how much of a horrible human being I was going to be?
This disease within me is eating at my senses,
And yet, you add to the misfortune,
The catacombs of my failure have never lied,
I have nothing to gain and nothing to hide.
You disagree with my existence and my liberty.
Your devastation rings in your voice.
I embrace my distinct stench and deal with it.
I will never wake up from this horrid nightmare...
Say what you think of me,
Hold me down and spit in my face,
Once it's out in the open, you can't judge me,
You can rape my reputation and scrape the life away!
I will only grow stronger for it,
And your intent will be no less than malice.
The crimes of my forfeited existence,
they speak of retribution and regret,
take me away from this monotonous tribulation
and splinter my ego into negative dread,
And then force yourself to justify my suicide.

Over Coffee (BFF)

If ever we fail to find our love,
And happiness fails to solicit itself,
Or when we want, yet it is not fulfilled,
Our hands will meet and
Special love and understanding will flourish,
On each other we fall back onto,
And forever it will last,
Undying will be the Flame,
The scent of mocha,
The bitter taste of fresh brew
will remind us of the fellowship that passed between us,
Our hearts will cheer and grin with coffee stained teeth.
The never ending laughter of hunger and bathroom breaks,
and eye communication,
will endure through our memory,
And our thoughts will call dibs on the memory
when we order a latte.
True fellowship is genderless and free,
Simple conversations relieve stress,
Over a Venti-Chai we drain our daily worry,
and we consider our brighter futures,
somehow forgetting regret and our frowns,
Clarity points to mecca in our hearts,
And laughter is our transportation.
And tonight as I sleep happy and free,
I will know that my and your hearts will live together.

The Truth About Farting

Why be conservative,
Let it loose and be free to be human.
No judgment from me shall befall your indiscretion,
And your valor will be condoned!
Our body has function,
Social taboo or not, Its completely Natural,
Like Peeing your pants after an amazing laugh, it happens.
In conclusion, let it rip,
And have no fear of Embarrassment,
They all do the same thing,
Only, their's probably smells as if
The family pet crawled up there and died while choking
on the Stick that they found shoved inside!

Smile And Bleed

The kingdom is going down,
Destroyed from within by the cancer of neglect and greed.
Unfortunate emotional starvation,
And imagination is no longer integral and pure.
All the Labour-Beasts are sallow and melting,
Weakness has infested and betrayed trust and understanding.

Like hired help or pack mules overloaded,
The atmosphere is deteriorating and mutiny is at hand.

Up in arms and in attempted boycott,
Droves of those who once loved are shot down and forgotten.
We are told to follow and accept,
Yet we secretly disagree and loathe,
Your type of thinking could crack the foundation.

So grab my hand and lie to me,
Hold me up high so that I can suffocate in the poisonous atmosphere,
Break up the morale of those who deserve fairness,
And they quickly forget to not smile,
Like dumb cats who will run themselves into walls,
And then lick their bloody wounds until they die of blood loss.

Science of Love

You've tried, in vain, the chain was never around my neck,
and never was I your pet to beg and train.
Never consider my thoughts, my love hurt for that,
Never ask my desires, my care was forfeit,
Never try to make it more, my body was turned off to you.

Advice follows as I close your book:
Heart lost feeling and chest was numb,
Trust followed love beyond its berth,
Lost, I'm sure.
emptiness suffocates promise, it's too dark to find them now.
You closed the lid to tight; they died. Or did I?
An image hindered by my heartless sleeves.
Rage urged my own brutality; piss on your head
rub your face in the fecal decay we'd become.

Change not sudden, the boundaries hazed in ambiguity,
the tides went out; who knowns when?

Bastard, sit down, hear, indulge,
Like a child, nourishment encourages life,
Like a bird, a cage taunts freedom,
Like a zit, puss festers, burns, carves!
Love, too delicate, unqantified.