How do some falsely proclaim to

lie down to sleep in prayer, with a
right heart and mind.

And yet they arise with anger and
strife. Storming with hatred, even
though the sun is bright and shining.
Their soul is black as night.

You don't know us,
Unless you've been there,
We live differently,
We live our ways,
We fight our ways,
We make our own decisions,
Without parents,
Without any real danger,
But you see it all as danger,
We know it’s a computer,

In that worn book
With its black etched pages
Scribble marked paths
You chose through the ages
Even paqes wished forgotten
Outnumber those loved
Paper winqs ripped out
And thrown flittering up above
Maybe, you will realize
Later in a day

My mind is a library
Sorted thoughts of countless words
Memories of different years
Information stored upon thousands of shelves
One little push on one of the shelves
And they will all collapse like dominos
Falling on top of each other violently

Behold the cage in the papers lines
Where history will stay behind
A prison for my free thoughts
Where my free words are being caught
In my wonder for my own ways
I wonder where my words will stay

Nine in the morning
And the crack between us widens.
A low rumbling starts in my chest
Where my heart used to be,
Growing louder and stronger until
I’m shaking
With silent rage.

They say I write to escape
That I let the words flow like droplets of water
Swept along in a strong current
Tumbling
Gushing
To get away.

The world is a spinning ball of darkness when there is no light.
The answers are hidden in a lying mess when there is no truth.

The happiness is crying mournful tears when there is no joy.
The bravery is retreating from its fears when there is no strength.

I’m looking for a trash can,
I’m looking for a broom.
I need to get a move on
I have to leave this place soon.
But I can’t find the door anymore
I can’t leave this place,
Cause of all the mess I’ve made
Caught up in the chase.

With such dexterity I make a world of my own.
Only here can I hew my imagination with intense zeal
To create greater imagination.
Here we see a prodigy that is us.

I saw your name in lights last night,
like the stars formed together and spelled it out, just for me
a neon sign, in pinks and greens
it’s the middle of the night and i
can’t sleep.
My mind wandering
running
racing

A poem should be equal to what I find engaging
the way the scene keeps shifting around
The first couple stanzas thrown down
For all of a sudden the iron mask represents
The barrier between the author and me
distorting reason from my intrigued mind

Her sympathy
made his pain
all the more real...

You listened, drifting
in that half asleep
dream world-
a tiger roared
a brave tree fell,
crashing
and black
thunder grumbled
outside your window,
quietly,
whispering
don’t tell

The world comes to life,
As a new day dawns;
The freeze is now over,
Frosty winter now gone.

The creatures all wake
From their deep sleep.
Now through the land
Does warmth truly seep.

Drop, drop went the rain
Wet ground is so slippery
Here comes green all over

Forgotten by their own,
Forgotten by the world,
To a place farther than disaster
Only to see more.

Peril in the ocean and in the wind
Has left them lost.
Bright and lively no more,
No more faces of affection.

We are the orphans
We do not have our mother
We are the orphan

I am the loyal servant
To a darker kind of master
When asked bout our lord,
My brethren bow their heads in shame
While I raise my head in pride
And my twin does the same.
But then my twin abandoned us
And left me in the dark.

Why can't you ever be true to you and to me.
You cell me everything I want to hear but nothing you mean.
You always make me sad but you never know.
You never cared although you say you do.
Am I wrong to believe you all the time?

We live on our floating planet,
this hunk, this rock,
we are so small. 

Every day, I walk along the same road,
A path of work and play, the route I know.
Every day, I carry the same, tiring load,
A burden of hopes, fears, and woe.

Does it end where it all began?
Since the death of my mother
Something inside is broken
from deep deep
within
I feel like I’ve sinned
Thoughts ramble through my head
I feel like I too want to be dead
Yes it’s wrong
it’s not right

When you look into a window
What do you see?

A face staring back at you,
As happy as can be

You ask the face a question
Why do you smile so much?

The face laughs, Ha! Ha!
I locked you out of the house.

What is this nonsense that a school represents?
It teaches the ways of a trained money controlling society
I dwell in the essence of my mind knowing they don’t have me convinced
I’m an individual and I will not be another part of the variety

Hawk upon blue sky
Soaring above brook and spring
On the endless high

I want to touch a tree.
Not just any tree.
A tree with big green leaves.
I miss the shade trees
give on hot summer days.
The way they smelled, not
like a flower, just the
overall smell of nature.
I want to sit on

He is anchored to the cold room’s center
By metallic, unused fetters
Reluctance is his parapet and it’s likely to collapse
He lies amidst rusted traps
He is the first catch.

Among the freezing breeze of swastikas,
The only awakened robot
Was the word of the innocent.

II

She was of three hearts,
Like a sphinx,
Child, escapist, and thief.

III

I would say that by noon my
Heart really knew my purpose
My goals, the plan for rescue.
I would say that it’s better
To never regret, never take back,
Try not to be a brat.
I know that life is better when
One is not alone.