Traumatized Individual

I have no focus
I do not hear
I look at you
just a glare
Away I am
but here you are
No word I speak
blank and scarred

The Quest for the Ring Bearer

I travel there
I travel here
to see the sights to see

Yet on my path
I cannot find
the the I'd wished to be

A face so great
with beauty, charm
and all that I desire

The one to be
with solely me
for all out mortal time here

Outcome of Labor

To work, to work
the goal of man
how very odd it is

To give one's life
as sacrifice
to earn such worthless trim

Overcontemplation

I felt no much confusion
never in my life
All that I had once held dear
means nothing much tonight
I do not know where I will go
nor what I do desire
This world does not seem control
all my mind conspires

Mirror Sight

They do not look beyond my eyes
only to the surface
I can see what they do see
and so I'm left disheartened

Life is but a simple game
The smartest they do play
and those with intellect will see
Beyond into the plays

Speak Softly

Watch your language
Do not curse
It shall come back to bite
Soon those words
will loose their zest
And you’ll be left in strife

The Solution

I think myself a mathematician
Not one thing can’t be solved
Solutions are a close found thing
Which greatly want resolved
Put your mind to use
And do the same so with your soul
Then all your life not one small strife
Will last beyond its toll

Big-Headed Buffoons, Balloons

Inflated minds
On a world so firm
Surpassed their size intention
Reaching out, another world
Holding no connection
Detached from Earth
Above all men
How foolish are the wicked
What's to gain
From a life of pride
This world is all you live in

Forecast of the Future

Prone to cry
Soon to die
This is my lifelong anthem

I speak on things
That bring no ease
To my slow, solemn stature

It's only days
That bring no grey
That seem momentarily clearer

I'm longing for
A world of peace
But this must come soon after

Porcelain Doll

If ever I was broken
I've been put back together
I cannot find a single piece
That's left not where its meant to
However it's be known
Not one did fix me so
It was the work of many hands
Who carefully held my soul

Coffee Shop

I can sit for hours
this is a gift of mine
Passing people come and go
but I move not an inch
Their eyes do stare
but I cannot
I'm in a state of thought
These moments are my greatest
Though they do not happen oft

His Reply

Calvary, Calvary
He died at the cross
Taking my sin
At such a high cost
How to repay
I ask him each day
To this he replies
Be still
Go my way

Lifelong Struggle

All of the wealth and all of the world
Could never ease this pain
In fact its rooted from the will of man
Who think their meant to reign
I give up my life, I give up my soul
Just to feel at ease
Not right now, but after death
This Earth is not my home

Time is Short

Never have I ever

been so lost in time.

I looked at the calendar

for the first time

in what seems as weeks.

It is truly apparent now

that time does indeed fly.

Not only in a daily manner,

but in an existential form as well.

What can Man truly achieve 

in one life?

How truly great is this Earth

we call home?

A Burst of Genius

It is in this moment
I have once again found
clarity, meaning
although it may be shortly fleeting
as always does occur

The words of Einstein are
becoming to be ever so prolific
in my life

Understanding and depth
have risen again
The veil of stupidity has fled

How long will this enlightenment linger?
Perhaps if I enact upon
the words I mentioned before
it shall all remain

The Firestarters

Can you feel the laughing eyes burning into you?
Do you feel the heat of being the subject of a joke?
The fire that is rising up inside is of mixed emotions;
sadness and sorrow, rejection, yet anger and violence.
It is utterly painful to be the one set aside, put out.
However, over time you learn that you truly aren't "put out."
It is just a fowl attempt by ashen hearts to keep you from shining brighter.
Ignite your flame and let the dark be no more.

Questioning Independence

Those of old and new generations,
even at the time of philosophical and industrial development,
have adapted what they have been told and believe it to be true.
Rare is it to find somebody who truly thinks
and does not accept the realities of others.

Small Minds, Small World

In a world of conspiracies and control
There is no free will
The greatest of all achievements a man can attain
Has already been predicted, and in some cases, already fulfilled
Something truly great would have to be that of anarchy
Something completely unexpected and against the powers that chain and lead us so
Our world is a looking glass, sadly destined to collapse

Originality is Old

We only know
What we are told
No more or less 'tis true
Even thoughts
That seem so cross
We've all been led onto
All dreams and acts
Are used old hacks
From many minds before
Only those
Of great repose
Do see the solemn truth

Current Stress

I felt no much confusion
never in my life
All that I had once held dear
means nothing much tonight
I know not where I will go
nor what I do desire
This world does not seem to control
all my mind conspires

Bible

Staring at the oxford dictionary
words flowing out dark as ebony
leading me in liberal ecstasy
Reaching for the next set I see
a book calling out for me
what could it be, white as ivory
Oh I know, but on I go, just to slow
Am I blinded by education
not reaching for my salvation
whats all this knowledge to be
when its time for me
So onto the book ivory
that called out to me
so that I will see
what life really means

The Only Hope

What if the moon didn't shine
would it be any darker?
We've got ourself in a pit
so I hardly believe it could.
If the moon didn't shine
We'd be in a better place
We'd be gone
We'd be dead
Dream again my friend
and dream for that moon
Save us all.

Friend of the 21st Century

Her friend cared for herself far too much.

Photos, trends, and blank, careless words.

Who was she to herself?

She seemed so shallow, so empty. Was her soul in her self photographs?

Who was she to anyone else?

She fought for “feminism”, “equality”, “individuality”. Yet she only seemed as if she was fighting for her image.

A liar.

Was she using such platforms to really make a difference or just using them on her quest for “fame?”

Isn’t feminism when women lift one another up?

I don’t feel lifted up when I’m with you. In fact, I feel broken down and worthless.

You want “equality”? Then why do you use such a loud and violent voice to beat down others who have a different belief than you? A belief that was formed by the media no doubt. You’re creating division.

Hypocrite.

So much for your “individuality.” You’re one out of a million babe. Some rebel you are. All the same, all alone, living for your phone.

Who was she to me?

No one, but I thought she was my friend. Sometimes I think that’s just what she wants.

Building up a wall that shows a fake life. Competition, jealousy.

Wouldn’t you rather be friends? Be happy?

A life captured through the lens of a phone is no life at all.

Open your eyes, and use your God given lenses to see. There’s a world out there, a world the media doesn’t want you to know.

It may seem as if were falling apart, but take a look around.

Would you stop self-fulfilling prophecies and creating problems that never existed.

We’re not that bad. Come on. Underneath all the facades, were all just skin and bones.

There's no need to fight, no need to march.

Just be kind and do whats right.

One small act of love is the only thing that can heal the wounds we’ve made.

Stop trying to look like a saint to the many, and be a friend to the few.

That’s all we need….

I can see my friend who cared for herself too much, caring for others much more.

It was a perfect society in my head.

Promise of Hope

Do not cry my dear friend
this sadness is just fleeting
In a day you will see
a brightness so proceeding
In this world you will find
those bad and good alike
Just keep in mind this is not home
for all of your long life

Imagined Reality

I sat and looked
at all he did
He never saw me there

I wondered if
he dreamed of me
or simply didn't care

The simple fact
for me of course
is that it all will be
just as if I want it to
for this is all in me

Communication

Why do they speak to me
I did not speak to them
What made them come up to me
and talk just like a friend

Do they feel they trust me
or do they like my face
So many questions do appear
when one communicates

Drunkard

Awkward little humans
make me cringe so much

I saw a little chub man
looking for some lunch

He had a bottle in his hand
way too big it was

However he was walking so
it covered up that bluff

I wondered what he thought of me
in that mind of his

All that I could think of him was
what an odd old man

Maybe he was thinking
just the same as me

Perhaps things were the opposite
and slightly colored dim

Lessons Learned

The price of ones car has no determination unto the value of ones life

Likewise the same goes upon ones appearance

There is truth in the lessons we learned as children

Never judge a book by its cover nor discount the ability of the small

Artificial Future

People are a dying breed

because of our great minds

Soon enough we will not be

instead those same in looks

Same in looks, but different so

greater in their minds

Lacking yet the greatest thing

a heart and soul to guide

The Cycle of Sleep

Went to sleep in the day

woke up it was night out

Seems to me that somethings up

perhaps it is the moon now