Out of Range?

Some nights I find it amusing. Other nights I can't stand the thought. I flashback in my head to times where seeing your friends, or family was everything. Like fruit though your relationships start to fester away. People become to busy, things come up, now is not the time, soon, soon, soon...

When it becomes convenient to them though then the tables kind of turn. That's when you start hearing them call. I need a friend, my dog ran away, no one can help me but you, you said so, do it. Seasons change and people do too. Can you feel that? The waves hitting you. It's not something  to keep looking away from. It's in front of you giving you that look as to not go away, but to hide til the time is "right". Maybe they need to hide. Maybe it's becoming convenient for me finally. But where does that longing go? Can you help but miss them? Suck it up bitch.

No Ease Over the Numbers

Sober running at a speed

too fast

again the speaker groans

sprouting ideas

that come from nowhere?

Where they strike

a match lit to guide 

the blind awaken to songs

take them by the spine

mobility resisted. You're so leveled

don't mistake the slope

down and about

steady now, the birds can keep up

break it down

how many steps

reach for the right one. Too soon.

Feeling Under the Lucid Reality

Without notice

above the skyline

that stretched for

you, me, and the criminals

we know. No sunset comes

before the elders

arrive to your punishment

that SHE deserves

nothing really came of it.

Minute by minute

that turns away

from the real purpose,

we have none. Driven

far off to warm waters

that wash away your mask,

under where my goal is

to rescue the strange, slavery for the awakened.

With beasts at your mercy,

that they regret

the light hits

the mark burns. Branded, like cattle

drove myself to this.

A Few More for the Road

Whenever I wake up it never seems like today would be the day it'd be easy to do. The task seems like a war between my body and conscience. The more I think about it the more my body magnetizes itself with my bed. This bed of all beds. I might as well sleep on the floor. Once I do get up I begin my routine of thoughts. Do I have work? What day is it? What'd I dream of last night? Yes, Monday, Nothing... Oh well. As I get up my dog barks. I look out the window, and realize she's brought a gift for me. A dead opossum. The bitch went hunting. I looked at the time and decided to deal with my "gift" later. When I got on the bus later on I started reading my book. After a while I loose myself in thought. I look at the woman across from me. Asleep. I wonder why? Its so early the sun hasn't started its roast of us. I can already feel the warm dry air holding me later. Can't help it. Before I get off the bus I write the woman a poem. I leave it in her purse. It goes:

And Today Goes

Sooner I'll fall into

my visions

appear into a blank screen

the film in shapes, building blocks

us from our next

day will come

with me as your

only chance.

Carry on this

is not the time

will come faster

than the only thought

is you, its you!

who can't do it

before I leave

behind everything

there's a smile

for them.

And On Late Nights

We supposed the fear

would go far

beyond the fence

feel that

wasn't part of the plan

was going for something different

is not what they needed.

Pick me up a bit

cold on this bet

it wont make it in time.

ojom

a: what can i do for you?

b: find me what i want.

a: is it something you want or need?

b: both.

a: you ask too much of me.

b: isn't that your job.

a: if you can call it a job.

b: help me....

a: if you want something take it.

b: what about rejection? i know its possible.

a: nobody said you would die by rejection.

b: thats an interesting concept. death by rejection.

a: evolve. thats my advice. assimilate the subject and environment.

b: easier said than done.

a: quite the opposite.

b: you're foolish to think that way.

a: have you ever had to say something but couldn't express it without the use of an action?

b: good point.

a: what do you want?

b: i think i'll change that. it's more of a what do i miss...

RICH

If you double a penny everyday for a month would you eventually get to a point where zinc and copper poisoning was possible. Now thats a lot of pennies.