Poems

Her shining truth hath slayed you,

your twistedness here spotlighted

The one truly alone is quite evident

who's the happiest man now? I am!

Take my criticism like a man

throw yours right back at me

just please no deletions dude

I've some worthy writing here

and I desire to keep on with it

Don't take your balls and run

not one now needs cowardice

ne'er tails between our legs sir

songs of one another are mute

let us face the musical head on

He's vicious, like a rabid dog

attacks without provocation

going straight for the jugular

Bites even his closest family

rips and tears their emotions

crazy with self-righteousness

Oh I'm a cuckoo bird, yes I'm a nut off the block

and you'll know it's true when you hear me talk

My prattlings on are like delusions of grandeur

a vision of reality in a haze of pipe dreams blur

The emotional stability of mice beneath chairs

comes to minds as my drama's to much to bear

This wont ever heal, and a change shall never be 

for we're stuck with all this until death set it free

I ran away because of fear, my doubts in high regards

you asked my why I didn't know, how intellect retards

We went to sunset, 22, sat upon a Mission Beach wall

I couldn't relax, I went away, you were quite appalled

Mitch knows my truth; he sees a blindness inside me

all development sunken long ago, lost in stormy seas

When I'm dead I won't be looking down upon anyone

and I certainly won't be watching from some heaven

because the atoms, molecules, and cells making up 

my sight sense organs will be destroyed, they won't 

function anymore, so I won't be able to see anything 

and if I'm dying of cancer I'm not going to beat it, no, 

I'm going to join it, and ride life's amazing death wave  

for long as my soon to be un-surfable materials allow 

A poem a day, but the doctor still came quick

he'd just come from Rocky Raccoon's bedside

my Adam's apples, with the head thrown back 

jutted like one swelled, apelike simian knuckle

then into my gaped mouth the MD gurgled gin

and my rhyme fell into silent, gargled darkness

I need to run yet I'm plum out of map

I want to hide but I'm glowing orange 

Science facts father dreamed heavily of writing a book,

but his literary wish got strewn upon shipwrecked hope

I'm not slow, I'm hindered, somewhat hamstrung,

the reason unrecognizable as a blurry eyed chart

imperceptible as fools gold woven into a 60's vest

yet with effects noticeable as embroidered scarlet

I can't let go the feeling everything is touching me,

my moments like the Forrest Gump opening scene

with nonstop, nostalgic and searing contemplation

of melancholic moods steeped in life's shallowness

Everyone loves a museum, yes we all want to be amused,

can't say the same 'bout History, how on Earth's that true?

Mentally I'm a bear 

killing & devouring

prey and foe alike

Emotionally I'm a lamb

cowering & quivering at

the signs of daily stress

Literally I'm a human

my thought processes

guiding me unto infinity