Oh broken heart and faded glory
More and more it's the same old story
I love you and love you and give of my self
All I ever get back are pulmonary welts
But bruises have uses
Put mine to the test
I've got no excuses
Just failures at best
Oh tired lungs, I beg one more breath
I'll use it to better the world fore my death
I fight the good fight, I fight and I fight
But darkness is rule, exceptional light
I've knelt down in prayer
Hung my head in shame
I have no betrayer
Just myself to blame

 
Perfect – perfect pestilence
Grindstone karma negligence
Wedding ring of bells tolling
A hopelessly frozen ending scene
These wild animals are better left unfed
Sport the stylish manacles of doing what you said.
Now its kekule’s tail recursion
Like a benzene dragon whirlwind
Of worthless first place peasantry
Don’t shirk the hearse race lethargy
Scratch and sniff existence
Full of cocaine heartbeat boxers
So let’s spend a thousand dollars
And have a grand old time
It’s funny, money is
Such a duplicitous mistress
Prone to distress and mistrust
And always swapping bang for bucks

 
An open heart beats
Closed mind any day,
Wouldn't you say?
They sway with the rhythm
Of knowing within them,
That all of their dreams could come true.
But, past probabilities
And antiquated soliloquies,
Is truth that proves too tough to chew.
It reads, salvation is taken,
The gift is to choose,
And blind hope’s the folly of youth.

 
Empty interface with ethics
Left him in this pinch-ed place
The problem smooth skinn-ed
Like a never ending razor face
Find advice in writing, says
Replace the waste of space
We’re just some never-end degenerates,
With cursed curtain placement,
And a fade to black enslavement.

 
Heartland tragedy
Nightmare Carlsbad cavernry
Somnambulist academy
We teach you mobile sleep
Our graduates are animate
But always unaware
You’ll see us on the sidewalk
And find us everywhere


High school majesty
Reichstag mimic pageantry
Vulture hatchery
The living keep their feet
Our wards loom eerily
Round those trudging wearily
Through the adolescent desert
Trailing tears with every step

 
What's the next best thing to a heart that sings....?
It's one that screams in pain.
At the rise of sun, new life's begun,
but time won't fade these stains.
My hands have rent and ravaged, wrecked,
lives and loves and minds.
But souls of old and young have come,
and went all in their time.
So mine rewinds to spy the line
and intersects thereof.
Because this stage 'pon which we play,
from light, one day, shall fade.

 

 
You set the trap
I fell for it face first
Ate the poison said fuck imperial tasters
I got a frayed nerve
Find it right beneath the surface
If you find a sticking out bone push it in to hurt this
When the land slide came I was running the race
But it pushed the finish line so now I'm running in place
And I'm a different man with broken heart in hand
But the pieces ain't perfect cause I followed humpty dumpty's plan
All the kings horses
And all the kings men
Still couldn't make her ever love me again
Fuck it the kings a coward anyway I hope he dies where he stands

 
To my surprise the divide didnt widen with time
So instead of bridging the gap I stepped over the line
Every obstacle applied I took it in stride
But I felt like I was running out of time to bide
So to expedite my extra curricular contemplation
Examined extrapolations and changed my location
Escape wasn't my fate so I diverted my direction
Triangulate the sector but the vectors need correction
Derive the daily dosage of my chosen cause of cancer
To extricate the urgency of determining the answers

 
Raindrops on my caps brim
The whiskers on your little polish face
I felt like at last then
That I had found the proper place
But we both knew that the honest truth
Was that you just had a little time to waste
Got past your defenses to your bed and your head
With cheap think and the occasional drink
Said tell you what if you dare to take the jump
I promise to be the sand you can land on
Planted the seeds of me in the things you believe
And you gave me a safe place to grieve
Hidden previously you were the first she
Ever to see me
Relentlessly let the tears free
I was born anew in that bed next to you
The first time I let the weak seep through
That was the first night I ever thought I had it right
I just wish fate had the same plans for you
And while it's probably true I was your folly of youth

You were my I had nothing left to lose.

 
I hope and I pray and I wait for the day
I wake up in this house
Our house, to your face
Because this life is half lived
Every day I don't give
You every piece of my heart
And science and art
Can't begin to start
To extol on the whole that you make of my parts

 
Hi, I'm me, you're you, we're we.
Together pool our vision and perhaps the future see.
Lucid language translation, life's landscape’s empty pavement.
Brought the giant to it's knees, all it took was saying please.
Only repercussions tense depress the button's function hence.
Effects of forlorn figureheads strapping me with lead.
Couldn't thaw the inner ice, asked you to shine your light instead.
Watch you illuminate the room and ruminate on how we grew.

 
I'd like the word WE to be in our vocabulary.
Floating freely through conversations rivers and tributaries.
And it might seem scary, so you fight it fairly.
This isn't new territory fanning the old flame.
But the light hasn't extinguished since ignited,
only waned and brightened.
Occasionally had to hide it
so it wouldn't flash in front of your eyelids
and you couldn't see the pain I was in.
And since I deserved it, the pennance I served it.
Lamented my sins just within.
But I've done my time and this passionate mind,
seeks freedom to stretch and to love.
So take my hand, we'll travel this land
and the levels of heaven above.

 
So quote your favorite song
I'll play along
Finding you I intuit through the music
This games name is do I care enough to do it
It comes naturally, casually
To disect the anatomy
Of the words that you hand to me
I handily hand pick what you're thinking
Let it ripen on the vine
to grow fondness with time
And show you I never walked away
But the things that I say in the heat of the fray
Convince you that simple's not me

 
And while the fog might clear, the verdict looms near,
plus the sunlight is not here to stay.
But your bright inspiration might change my location
and the thoughts that I have when I lay.
The hopes I cling, even though I can't sing,
you still care what I have to say.
So not out of habit, but of forces of magic;
might I once again see the day.

 
It's like i got a broken halo
And my horns are on back order
and i been eating green potatoes
and corn with a plaquey odor
I'm stacking shoulders and blades
in an attampt at getting paid
and you can color me jade
but i bet my bed will be a coffin on the day its finally made
It's my lifestyle to go the extra mile
but not to take the first step
So you can trace the trail of tears
right back to where i sat and wept

 
For one day in my life,
Everything felt right.
All the pieces placed,
intertwined and laced tight.
But as time stretched the fabric,
The carpet lost all it's magic.
Now my silver spoon is made of plastic
And it won't take flight.
Falling's always the hazard
When you reach new heights.
After all things that go up
Are headed right down.
So no matter where I show up,
You'll still be my home town.

 
Changed for the better
Changed for the worse
Who'll be there to change the tires when they slash 'em on my hearse
Lead me to heaven
Or leave me cursed
In line for hand basket rides, you'll probably find me first
Do what feels good
Twice if it hurts
And that might not be your modus op, but hey, whatever works
Heartbroken hustler
Pedigreed perp
Spend my time trying to find a way to get life out her skirt.

 
This door before hides nothing from your eyes
But the contents inside might bring you surprise
The combination lock has a time release
So if you stumble over numbers you can wait in peace
Trust breeds truth, and truth breeds life
And life breeds love which eradicates the strife
So breath easy and free yourself from any wonder
Help me count the stars that we’re both sitting under

 
This one is actually a Song...rap song

The princess made me promise not to harm her
So I live my life this knight in shining armor
A youth in hot pursuit of trivial truths they shot at you
Throw the game out the window cause I’m sick of guessing who

Who’s best Who’s next
Whose soul is harried from carrying old regrets
What’s hot what’s not
What’s the block gonna read that lies atop my funeral plot
What’s hip What’s hop
It says Knowledgendary check the local record shop

Whose chess pieces get chewed up like used stress relievers
Whose get used to repress this epic mess of heathens
Whose breathing gets heavy when ascending many mountains and
Who draws their income from the change that’s in the fountain pen
Who’s out in the real world with no particular reason
Who’s sick and tired of searching just for something to believe in

It’s me, It’s you It’s anyone willing to choose
Win or lose I’m down to gamble so you can watch these chips move
No regard for my cards sent em To the center of the table
If you haven’t learned by now I’ll bet on any horse in the stable

 
These words I find to force you to fancy me
Free you to focus on internal intricacies
Previously free of scrutiny truthfully
Secure in the solitude structured for secrecy
Dislodged the logic of low life location
Prerogative pushed to the forefront of function
Sending the signals laced with sensation
Resigned to the resonance trust the destruction

 
Tear trails on your face
Are like graffiti on beautiful art
The worst kind of taste
Salty and stained by the pain in your heart
I've searched high and low to find truth
I learned real pain wasn't meant for people like you
Too pure of soul to shoulder so much
I could be the rock you hold that won't budge
The sand you land on when you let go
Our hearts could beat in tempo
Spend time listening to yours through your chest
So mine knows exactly when to play and when to rest
Hope to devote hours, studying that melody
Hardly hard work instead its heavenly
So if you ask me “What’s our song?”
I'd put your hand on my heart and sing along

 
Puzzle pieces fit together
Like one hand holding the other
Feather light hearts soar forever
Weighted ones fall further
Over under around and through
Singular plural boy and girl
Pressed palms to one another
Called it the clap of thunder
And waited for the enlightening
It never came.

 
The delicate dance of questions never asked
Answers never offered opportunities passed
Placed in a space reserved for the sacred
Sacrificed grace to hasten the ill fated
But never severed the tether to what was better
Cause the tears I would have cried could have made water wetter
So I drink deeply of what you mean to me
And you swallow the same at least I hope, secretly

 
So i'm bringing this thing back, but it's going to be strictly for poetry...hoping to get some feedback, and maybe even some regular readers...but who knows

 
Making a comeback.

 
im going home for a bit this weekend...its gonna be awesome...so much practicing...so much loving unit...amazing