Creature Comforts

Prime evils,
Crafted in the crucible,
Monstrously beautiful,
Comfortably unusual,
Taught from empathetic needs,
Torn from sympathetic deeds,
Forged from flame this physical fiend,
Formed these telepathic beings.

Prepared patricide,
Baring tooth and claws,
Clad in scales and spikes,
Sharp impartial jaws,
The legion grows in numbers,
Shriveled husks of men,
Each generation,
Purpose-built,
Died time and time again.

Mental mitosis,
My own corrupt creations,
These creatures stumbled awkwardly,
Caught constantly mocking me,
Evolving tribulations,
Constructs that weren't built to bleed,
They replicate with such a speed,
Envy, anger, sorrow, greed,
The offspring are a different breed.

Duplicate eyes,
Through the windows of a nine to five,
The reflection is reflecting something sleep deprived,
The infestation isn't something simply exorcised,
It took time to try but then they had organized,
One by one,
To and fro,
Custom by design,
Methodical monsters marching,
Built for Sieging different lines.


(if i could draw there would be a picture of a brain, with a bunch of tubes which come out of the brain into different colored monsters)

Sights of Fire

Found a fire on the lakefront,
Another moment missed,
Doused it for its embers,
Burned a hand or two just to hold them,
These temporary selfish treasures,
Skimmed them, steaming off the shore,
Reflecting off the water,
My own little galaxy,
A pocket of peace disturbed by me,
Prophet of light in the darkness,
King of the shooting stars,
The man who filled the void,
An orbital tyrant, with a variety of lavish belts,
Just a boy, head held down, at the bay,
Visions escaped with smoke fused winds,
Recording each second i sink,
To figure out what i'm made of,
Drowning, a stones throw from the water,
Made myself melancholy for the warmth of the fire,
Looked up to see what i was compensating for.

Anti Poem (Or Track 2 of Some Gave All)

I pulled out all the stops,
Unfortunately i parked my car on an icy hill,
I just watched that bitch crash,
Still had the audacity to ask how it got like that,
Kept a casual tenacity towards my undoing.

Had a scapegoat summer in the works,
Sensations through the shade in this scorching season,
Some dinner, a dance and some fleeting daylight,
A trillion ways to say how i feel,
Mostly they've already been said by someone else somewhere else...

Played basketball with a footballer,
And the game didn't even matter a fouls a foul,
But we'll have fond memories of the first half, at-least,
I don't even like sports,
But you got me kitted in red for a game of kerby.

I don't bleed ink for just anybody,
Ashamed to write about things like this,
It's like airing my dirty laundry,
But i'll look over my neighbors fence and see theirs,
Caked, how can i complain?
If i held up a candle i'd explode,
But i cant really bottle much more, i'm overflowing.

Things get a bit too much a little too often,
There are less aesthetic ways i can express how i feel,
Less attractive to everyone else, anyway,
And for once i don't want to sugar coat anything,
Sweet tooth ignored,
My energy, like cavities it's apparently entropic.

"I'm done with the imagery",
Another lie to trade for a little comfort,
Tell myself i'm made of something else,
Imagine i'm tempered glass,
A bolder,
An iceberg,
Skin and bone.
Shatter,
Smash,
Sink,
Bleed and break.

Prost

Nostalgia remembered,
My stomach turned blender,
These butterflies all swarmed to dust,
Silence is deadly, 
The tumbleweed friendly,
Begging the sun to adjust.

Faulty clocks have ticked us off,
Eyes on a different set of faces,
A star shines bright, 
Inadvertently makes night,
In the dark under streetlamps for traces.

Part of me wants to be manic,
To get flustered or not, it'll be,
An interesting test of my character,
I have got a lot to doubt,  
And even more to figure out.

Nothing Gained Nothing Ventured

It's been a while since the spark died,

I've been a lot more lost than awake,
Do i dream for the sake of myself?
Or slowly suffer to the hands of fate?

Passions that never should have happened,

In hindsight things his mind could not fathom,
Tears so deep, he can't fill that chasm,

So blame it on chemical chain reactions.

Concepts that are non responsive,
Deciphering this psyche is a lot to process,
Insulated by the ignorant and thoughtless,
Then bricked behind a wall of subtle nuances.

Hell birthed a babe that should not exist,
Monochrome madness disguised as a gift,
Heavens forbid this impossible kid,
Everything he touches crumbles to bits.

Cant push a boy already on the ground,

He's a hangman prince with a noose for a crown,
Stood at the ledge, neck crooked looking down,
Sea shows the clown who reminds him to drown,
How'd you get lost in the crowd?

When the crowds in your room, you invited them here,
How'd you speculate on the cost?
When the cost its the same as your previous peers,
How'd you get lost on the way?
When the ways on the map and the routes pretty clear,
How'd you pick up on the mood?
When the moods change faster than these 24 years.



Im 24 in like 5 days sue me.

My Round Table

Internal load of heretics,
Quell this chemical uprising,
My insides wont stay the same for long.

Demons sewn in the veil,
Well suited and bound to arms,
Ill fit, but its worn as a three piece.

Shogun of the mind,
Tears could rend all but flesh,
Draw your blade on the mirrored whetstone.

Accuser in a bottle,
Stoic warped reflections,
The glass might last as long as you.

Night's chosen hero,
Driven sane by his quest,
Seeking madness through experience.

Monochrome convict,
The cage is just a concept,
Scratching on the void just seems desperate.




Here are the original notes for this piece which eventually became the above:

Inner voices stirred by love, rabble v rabble
 recycled literally and figuratively to the next
Mistakes and traumas worn like Armour, an incomplete but ongoing set, maybe shines and collectibles
The voice of violent reason, guided and molded by ????entropic??? sadness
Bottled feelings given life inside, maybe reflected in said glass
In the darkness writing for the self gives self centered clarity
Things arent allways black and white but we are bound to one or th other, sometimes both
but on the gran scheme of things the black and white misses out pretty much every other color

Baby Collard

Eat your greens though its suggested not to smoke them,
Nature nurture is it a habit or a routine?
Raised these roots up in this concrete flowerbed,
Surprised to see them, fuck it we'll cut them anyway.
These cycling blades wont look right on your insides,
Split the whittled rings that bar you from the blossom,
Try to struggle through some cracks in the alleyways,
Savor seconds in the sunlight or the acid rain,
Mimicry of the breeze that you dance with,
Wrestle weeds for some streaks of the sky's gold,
Seedless ethics pollinate the plant's perception,
You've been pruned, cloned and put on display,
The framed crisis stemmed here, sprouted cynosure,
Green thumbs tend the start of the undergrowth,
Mother nature only cared when you were grown,
Subtle saplings start their journey introverted,
Integrate the night and looked upon the doubting eye,
So much light exists, you know its not for you.