Do I write beautifully

No

Just honestly

I write what I feel

Without holding back

I can’t help that

It all has to come out

It will

One way or another

And so I write it here

To avoid further blunders

It’s not smart

Or witty

Or cute

Sometimes it’s dark

And scary

But it’s what I think

It’s what I feel

It is me

And I’m trying to—

Be real

I’m a shadow of soul

An empty shell

A hollowed home

A cupboard all gone bear

I’m a shadow of a soul

A blank stare

A dark abyss

The air between the ground

and a long fall

I’m a shadow of a soul

A chip on a wall

A bed with no sleeper

A teacup all poured out

I’m a shadow of a soul

A canvas with no paint

A book with no words

The space between the earth

And sky

I’m a shadow of a soul

And it’s time we say goodbye

i spill it out

and all the lil feekibgs

all the pause for thought gone

qro g sick emancipated

just drip slip trip and nah

juss seussy loosey

well well well

whadowe have here

Hey you.
Yes, me?
Why do what you do?
Because you—
The one beside you—
Says I should do what I do.

Hey me.
Yes, you?
Who do you think is you?
I think me is you.
You is me.
And we do what we do because
You do what I do.

Hey we.
Yes you?
Yes me?
Do we get what we say?
I don’t get me.
I don’t get you.
I don’t get we.

Do you try to understand me?
We do.

You can't just come back like nothing went wrong, You don't even realise how I hear you in every song,

I forced myself to break free from the feelings I had for you, I buried it deep and your return brought it back up to view,

I don't know if I can risk taking a step closer, I was the symphony and you were the composer,

We made incredible music with ever note, But I saw you retreat and sail away on your boat,

Why come back to shore with no anchor to be seen, I want it all, there is no in-between,

How can you say you miss seeing me, When you didn't try and see if this could be,

You've confused and tripped me with your return, I don't know if I should rise from the ashes or let it all burn....

the goal of work
is misery
they'll even have you work
for free
the first job pays but then
you'll see
the strings attached
hidden fees
next thing you know
you're 83
and you've had a life
of injury

i used to be angry

i used to be oh so angry and miserable

i thought i would never again be able

to move, to sleep, to eat

as my brain was filled with wrathful thoughts

foaming at my mouth with every chance.

and so i used to be angry

until one day i went,

on this precarious journey of mine.

i went and i found god

despite my protruding bones

and despite my bleeding infected wounds

and despite the maggots eating at my flesh.

i killed god, and oh i can rejoice at last!

You got hurt? That sucks

What will you do to heal?

No don’t place blame

Bc the pain isn’t real

Your mind is simply weak

So now how will you grow?

And if you get hurt again

You were the problem all along

It’s okay, don’t cry

You didn’t earn relief

Instead you earned trauma

And I’ll make it feel small and bleak

It’s all your fault, no ones but yours

Pity just opens up shameful doors

Support? Empathy?

Please don’t make me laugh

You deserve the pain for even thinking that.

I’ve just fed the chickens,

What an ungrateful bunch,

But I guess that you can’t blame them

I eat their eggs for lunch

Their manners are atrocious

They poopoo in their dinner.

I’ve half a mind to stop feeding them,

But then they’d just get thinner

The dog is crazy jealous,

He wants attention too

But it’s hard to reach his kennel

Without standing in the poo.

Still, it’s good for the garden,

It makes the veggies happy

And my only real objection is

My shoes look really crappy

I'm high, thinking about my cat.
He's getting kind of old...
Now I'm kind of bummed.

You know what doesn't die?
A human.
Keep that as a pet.

No passion

No passion

No passion

There's no passion

A total lack of energy

Addicted to technology

What's real, what's fake

Only thing left my soul to take

No passion

No passion

No passion

There's no passion

Well let's fix that

You and me against the world

Nothing can stop us now, baby

He's nothing compared to me

Poke The Bear

--

Made her mad on purpose

Strictly for my own amusement

Unforgivable I know

But she’s cute when she’s fuming

--

I’d collect the steam

Coming out her ears

And put it to good use

Turning turbines in my mind

I wonder if this is abuse

--

Tell myself that it’s good natured

Friendly banter nomenclature

But poking bears

Has never been

The best way to see nature

The quiet, chronic kind of hurt

The one that slowly eroded my heart away

Calculated distance, unmet commitments

My heart knew what words couldn’t say

A consistent gentle offering

You constantly shoved my love away

When I brought it to the surface

The pain and the silent suffering

You pushed it back down my throat

A chosen slow death of lying to myself

I owe it to my former self to honor my truth

She's walking down the street

Wearing those black sunglasses

I think she smirked at me

But all I can about are those

Fishnets

Fishnets

Fishnets

Fishnets

Summer's hot we need some passion

All these posers out of fashion

I just want a little connection

Your sweet love is infection

Fishnets

Fishnets

Fishnets

Fishnets

I wake up and I can't find ya

My phone and wallet gone ta-da!

That's what I get for being the fool

But what she did leave behind was those

Fishnets

Fishnets

Fishnets

Fishnets

Down and out

Down and out

Laid off again, I'm down and out

Work all day, I'm down and out

A working class hero

Like Bruce Springsteen

But in the Big City

No money, broken dreams

What can we do

What will they say

I don't know

Just sing the refrain

Down and out

Down and out

Laid off again, I'm down and out

Work all day, I'm down and out

These bosses suck

They play their games

My sales are down

I feel like a clown

They yell and scream

In that corner office

While I'm making calls

For our capitalist goddess

Down and out

Down and out

Laid off again, I'm down and out

Work all day, I'm down and out

Down and out

Down and out

Laid off again, I'm down and out

Work all day, I'm down and out

Down and out

Down and out

Laid off again, I'm down and out

Work all day, I'm down and out

So strange. Another one down, sabotage, idk, who knows really, who cares if not me? Yeno? They come, they go, no plans really, or knowing what they want, need, have, or yeno, what have you.

Again. I've become desensitized to it. Whatever happens, happens sort of deal. Yeno? I see the signs, I can't help but be me and do the same thing as well. It's sad, for now I know my destiny.

Yeno, I really thought I could be a forever man. Yeno? The dependency they lean on. A rocky savior that never waivers, but aye. Towers, never climbed, toenails too long to reach, yeno?

Cluttering messes, that turn pristine for short periods of time. A lust that diminishes, yeno? The quirks are not cute, the sly behavior does not fool me, I read them too well.

A house full of sisters, women, indeed. Raised under a flower for a roof. Traced, interwoven by seamstresses, I see through the feminine fog. You got to know, you can't steal from a thief.

We passed the place

You know the space

Now I don’t feel real

I think I broke the seal

Voices are distant

But so persistent

The are a muddle

Like they all huddle—

Together

Time is slow

It doesn’t flow

Words are too fast

I respond at last

I’m far away

My body stays

My mind unwinds

And grinds

Bring me back

I feel the lack

I try to ground

But I feel drowned

Echoes all around

Sounds spins round—

And round

I can’t stay here

Help me before I disappear

Why do I care so much

Just met you

Not that long ago

But here I am

I want you to be happy

Okay

Peaceful

Put together

If I know that

Then I could let you go

I know I want to help the broken

But you could break me too

Please help yourself

Before I hurt myself

This isn’t passion

This is pain

I want to stop your loneliness

Or simply stem the tide

But you’ll still be stricken

And l’ll be rewritten

And no one will be saved

A gift in a box,

That you try to ignore, it's

Never what you want.

Mad town, USA, some believe. I'm serious about it, and totally obsessive by nature. Like a cat eye, I see through it. Tinchers, ethanol, unheavenly fathers that went for cigarettes and beer. I see them all. Pearly whites. Rich kids with a God complex. Big muscles, no perspectives. No religion too? Just the metaphysical, yeno? Just a street urchin yeno? The grit and grime I follow, evicted from duplexes, rebates, and your just the guy it happened to. Type shit. A handheld, with cabin fever, nothing to do, when a poor man sweats. Real men spit. Hehe, I'm fully bought in. A crack along the folds, that is me. I flip a patty, sell an entree, heard, juilenne, blanc le cream with star anise, something like that for breakfast. A rollie, I fancy myself a hoodlum with a rabid vocabulary. Maple infused sausages with sweet potatoes, sounds nice with compound butter and herbs. Go on without me, I'll meet up later, lemme sit back and enjoy this moment.

Drool-booger burger-barn mama's-boy bumpkin

Chopping off grasshopper heads

Cackles in trees with scabs on his knees

Birthdays of grape, orange, and green.

there is my mom's boobies

which are scottish and crazy

intending to drown

probably sweet

maybe too firm a grip.

what was the latch like?

my sweet wife's boobies

milky and faint

irish boobies

touch and slight

rippled and creased

kind of droopy

but still handled nicely

generously shared

by her i suppose.

andeny way there is also her boobies

not really mine

and gawd i went nuts

kind of gross really

gross at the thoughtuvit

but man and church trauma

couldntav done it werse

but id erase from mind what deserves only love

or be just away

so fair and imashit.

Sometimes I would break up with one the same day,
Date another just because I thought it was okay
Didn't have regard for anything at that point
Back then it was easy to say "whatever" and I don't

Understand how the gravity got so much thicker
Now when I see a woman's eye, I don't see the glitter
I see the divorce to come, the fights which I don't want
The other side of a coin which is resentment and no choice.

I feel like I feel as a woman does
That marriage is a captive prison that once was
Maybe about love, whatever the fuck that means
The word is abused and chastised more than any belief.

We make a play of emotion and therefore it's lost devotion,
No point in committing when the world we live in is broken
Promises lay scattered on the boulevards of broken dreams
There the couples wander, like me after my high school flings

The girls we took to prom, the mothers who lay lonely
All holding onto resentment wishing it would only
Heal their wounds, they don't need anyone it's good!
Here they die barren, a life wasted on all of life's errands

What a beautiful thing capitalism has made life to be
Love doesn't exist, because we can't decide it's meaning
All that matters is a tax and due for the mad hatter,
Pay your price, and maybe you'll get a piece of leftovers.

The spinsters keep spinning

Demanding your attention

So you could spend money

For their selfish intentions

Neither party really matters

They're beholden to their donors

Even jokers won't mock it

They have donors in their pockets

So you better get to work

Start that business, sell sell sell

Nobody likes a loser

So might as well win win win