is it
vice versa
or you versus
your vices
or are these
just words
for action
verbs
nouns
for things
like endings
whose beginnings
are just as
meaningless
as innocence
is to the guilty

good for
nothing.

just like
my words are
suggestive indigestion
mental digression
consumed by
substance
spurred depression
better yet
consumed by
consumption

they are
windows
less often mirrors
or reflections
of the apparent
realizations
like
one mans comfort
is another’s phobia
which in turn
is another’s
passion
and they
are all
good for
nothing

so for that
thanks
for everything….

we are the answers that are plenty
we are the answer to the sheep
now hardened
and calloused
we are hungry
we are wolves
and we become the sheep
through this discipline
we convince the flock
of their independence
and lead them to our den
you are the slaughtered
you are the sheep the wolves convinced
while you cower in corners waiting
your demise is spilled red
we denied this impressive distraction
for we have evolved
we are the answers that are plenty
we are the answer to the sheep

shaky hand
holds his revolver
its not worth it
not this life
not anymore
his hand swings
into position
has his gaze
fixed upon the floor
with a squeeze
he releases
the contents
of his head
grossly disfigured
on the wall
the remnants
a morbid Rorschach test
its a beautiful butterfly
wrapped in
deaths grasp
your body now
lifeless
soul detached.

you can’t take
no for an answer
if the question never
leaves your lips
when you walk
through the depths
of the valley
in the shadow of death
know that I’m there
with you with
every step

i can’t process complex equations
can’t pay attention in long conversations
i’m not good with math or making decisions
i find comfort in changing positions
prefer the dark, because it hampers my vision
i let my brain leak out through tiny incisions
find its better this way, i’m no mathematician

i saw a
shooting star
as i drove
in my car
about
I-75
not a pace
or time
but a path
through the divide
of atlantic
and gulfside

so i held
my breath
closed my eyes
have faith in nothing
but what i see
and i’m not sure
why…

as i careened
off course
i found myself
surrounded by
an unseen force
as it pulled me in
all i felt
was warmth
back to a summer day
in 1994
when god evened the score
warrants issued with my name
seek, locate and detain
save his live
take the other’s in vain

as I peeled my eyes
open wide
everything was realized
i’m just a vessel
bound with rhyme
no one will
ever understand
but i’ll be
just fine
must make
the best of my life
since so
many others
were denied

i’ll never understand
but i’ll be
just fine
as a riddle
woven into
the fabric of time

yesterday was enough for me
pick up the pieces
keep on moving
you were
always enough for me
push it away
till you broke free
i say
the earth is too big for me
time to relocate
astrologically
pick up the pieces
keep on moving

off i went
to meet my fate
coaxed her in
with live bait
no pause now
can’t hesitate
made my plans
set my traps
placed a bet
fingers crossed…
will she, go for it?
let me tell you
i don’t believe in luck
and i don’t have faith
so i hold my breath
and patiently wait…

although it wasn’t cold
i could feel her shiver
our lips melted
like ice in the fire
i couldn’t help myself
so my hands wandered
memorizing all of her curves
as i slowly inhaled her
my world…
started to spin
lungs froze
as the air grew thin
thinking seems so loud
can’t stop it now
is that my brain
screaming
is this me dreaming

let me tell you
i don’t believe in luck
or believing
in those that
excuse me for breathing
yeah i’m good at
suppressing
so i pushed it back in
patiently waiting…