The Shadows

The shadows spin along the walls, 

They sit they stand they creep they crawl, 

They crowd they gather, they play on ladders, 

They laugh about with awesome chatter. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They crouch they kneel they lay they fall. 

They come they go they do as though they please you know?

Their tongues will glow its quite a show. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They run they hide their free to flow,

They swirl they slide they gleefully glide, 

They burn with ice and freeze with fire. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They trip they flip they skip through halls.

They'll bust your chops and next your balls. 

They crush your crops and then your stalls. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They remain insane in glory and fame.

They were made in the lake of horror and flame. 

To season your head with infectious games. 

Blue to Black

Strawberry sunrise, 

And the minty moon, 

Collide, from time to time. 

It takes, skillful eye, 

And time away from home,

To see the nickel within the dime.

With every measure that you take, 

Love is stripped or love is stacked.

With every pleasure that you fake, 

Blood is curdled from blue to black.

The Weight of What Else to Do

I watched you
Puff your chest.
Think yourself better
Than us, than the rest.
I see you beating your chest too,
With closed fist.
For penniless attention, to feed bleeding instincts.
And then you look at me,
As though for a challenge.
I didnt say a word.
Simple minded foolish ass-
Your making of yourself.
Ill eat your thoughts like
Tasty treats and deteriorate your health.
You look so innocent,
But your an appearance of vomit.
I could care less to
Be around you.
Your the epitome
Of all things hated
And your morals,
They are falling.
Falling like tall timbers in a dark forest pushed down by "The Weight of What Else to Do."

Green Greed

He shook in his boots, 

with the shake of a beast. 

He ruptured a tooth 

By gnashing his teeth.

He fluctuated the room 

With ordinance of scholar

He took off on a broom, stationed next to the dollar. 

Miserably meandering

He couldn't find a path.

A Considerably well-dressed gentleman in the back. 

Saying nothing. Nothing becomes art. 

Saying nothing, life becomes dark. 

Polar opposite tendencies, 

Taking their toll.

Solar hot sentences, 

Creating their pull. 

He took it to heart and he never looked back, 

Life is a broom don't take off from the stack, 

Of money.

Greed.

Capital H Her

The softest razor sharp tongue,

And eyes like fireflies,

Can cut through anyone, 

That does not comply.

Agreement, disagreement, 

Is determined by, 

The inflection in your voice,

And eyes, many a time. 

And I chat with the lonely.
This lonely, a beautiful broad, 

Said she would do anything, 

To get through college. 

Including, sell herself short, emotionally. 

Do this and that, 

I almost had a heart attack. 

Respect for herself had gone missing, 

In action, as the black birds outside, stilled themselves, listening,
Creating factions, and whispering reactions to one
Another through unseen actions.

And then she said she was done with current trends, 

Trying to bring herself back again, 

She looked in my direction. 

I smiled and wished her my best wish,
And it was enough because-
She knew It was Her I wished to be with. 

My Tears are Yours

I tremble, 

At the little things. 

I crumble, 

Under broken wings.

The fear of life- 

rejection, alone. 

The joy of life-

Reflection, come home. 

Broken and bruised beings, 

Need reasons to keep seeing. 

Cumbersome quotes and reflective sayings.

Walking, this thin path, remaining. 

This yogurt is upsetting my stomach, 

Ill tell you what-

I

Love 

The

Broken 

People,

That

Cannot 

Find 

Love.

Never Again

Abandoning your friends

Clipping your own wings.

Why, how, how could

You think to do such a thing.

Its a lonely road ahead,

Without those you call your friends,

Its a miserable path to tread,

Without those you call your friends.

You think they don't love you but they do,

You think they judge you and its true,

Because they do.

Its all part of the game.

You don't know whats right for you,

Your not omni-anything.

Your just another,

Face on the street without a soul's food to eat.

Friendship sharpens sort of like swords,

Love conquers not just in wars,

Dignity retrained the blinded me,

But doing the right thing is the hardest thing to be.

A Dream part2- Dragons Do As They Please

Within my dreams 

Things seem serene,

Its likely that their chill. 

Im climbing up a mountain, 

Scaling down a hill. 

Chasing the wind while 

Reminded of you, dear. 

You've earned your keep

Within these dreams, 

Every day, of the year.

Within my dreams 

Things seem serene 

Its likely that their chill. 

Im fluid then I'm not, 

Chasing The Pipers tail.

Finding out- 

You can run but you cannot hide from,

the dragons in your mind hun. 

So I let them speak, 

Let them speak to me, 

Let them, intertwine their 

Tails as they twist intricately. 

I let them be free to speak, 

As they eat, muffins 

And grapes and the 

Things of dreams. 

They told me to keep my mouth closed, 

And not speak of these things, 

Because the dragons of my dream, 

Are reserved for me,

Unquestionably. 

They plot as they twist, 

I gauged my wrist, 

Almost missing the time for,

Deaths ultimate kiss.

Id rather not speak anymore, 

And just let the dragons do as they please-

Soar and soar. 

I watched them leave, 

And come back again.

They slither as they please-

Every once in a while 

looking down at me.

 

I let them breed,

Forgetting-

That I am in control of 

These things called dreams. 

Now they are diseased, 

But still helping me-

Within a dream. 

A dream of all dreams 

Is an interesting thing. 

One day within dreams, 

Ill learn to have a dream within a dream.

"We" Being the People

Slowly, silently, creeping, violently, 

I stalk my prize, 

viciously, 

reminding me-

Of a time that I wasn't me.

People are filled with hatred, 

As though their eyes are red. 

Burning, 

Fuming, 

Pitifully excusing,

Each-other.

Of what they know- 

To be sin against a brother.

Our bulbous hearts try to breath, 

In the land that is diseased-

The land of slavery.

The, 

"Land of the free."

Freedom waits as freedom tastes, 

Apples and oranges and natural things.

Freedom frees those who cannot see, 

And freedom is in

You and me. 

Freedom still

Surfs the waves

Of eternity,

Simply because, 

Freedom is free.

Taste and see. 

In fear we shall wait- 

Wait for the great.

Wait for something to change.

Wait for a change within.

Wait for the day where, 

Sin is laid bare, 

On the table.

Where every black sheep, 

Is let out of its stable.

And we are finally freed from, 

The racist ones.

A Dream

I once walked 

the streets of Auckland-

With one whom I called my love.

I once roamed 

Its hills and mountaintops,

Scanning all the butterflies and doves. 

We roamed and we talked, 

In such a way as I have never seen- 

No, not even on the filthy, silver, screen.

It was not

Anything less than serene.

And because of that-

Still, 

I cannot, 

Remember it, 

As anything

But a dream.

Headed Home

Finding your way home,

Is like tracing a thin thread,

With cotton fingertips-

Filled with cement.

A Bee Without a Stinger

I battle life like a soldier without a sword, 

Into the good life by birth we were sworn.

Gently erasing our foolishness and wrath, 

As a sinner im still sinning and in need of that bath.

Boom goes heads that are filled with lead.

You sit and judge in your cleverly laid bed.

Id rather die than listen to you. 

Id rather die than listen to you. 

I deal with strife like a bee without a stinger, 

While you deal with strife with your stinger. 

Belated bells and whistles and other have-to's,

You cant climb a mountain that you "have to". 

Penniless and without a direction to go in, 

We are not afraid of the darkness within, 

Neither will we fret, 

There are a people that take up their bets.

The Wrong Side

As I sit, 

Thinking about my condition, 

Of waking up, 

On the wrong side of the bed-

I cannot help, 

But blow this out of proportion, 

And compare my heart, 

To a heart of lead. 

Medications and incantations

Will have one spinning like ferris wheel revelations.

Realizations, that you cannot succeed, 

Will score you a second seat next to me.

Anger fuming within me for no 

Apparent reason-

You have to make it through,

Each and every season.

That Part of the Ocean

One day I woke up,

And saw my friends, 

Falling.

Another day I choked up, 

When I saw, 

My loved ones,

Crawling. 

Swiftly sinking yet somberly sober-

It isn't over, 

Until its over.

A Honeybee's Trail

Sitting around contemplating,

The reasons for-

A seashell on the seashore,

A bee trail in the hives lure.

The world as we know it, 

Is peeling like an orange, 

And soon enough, 

We'll have had enough. 

Love and kindness shine, remind-

That though, we are blind, 

There is no need, to "find time"

If seeing yet blind- connoisseurs your mind.

Waltzing around the priests are blind, 

Hawking down into your eyes, 

Walking sounds are soon to follow, 

Leaving you in the middle of lies.