The Blood Pool

The beat that comes,
the beat that rules,
it overcomes
in the blood pool.
It pulls me down
as it tears it out
to bring the pain
it brings about.
The stress here
overwhelming and so
powerful in
its come and go,
the pressure rises
and boils over
to burn the hot
and cold shoulders.
The breaking here,
the bond forgotten
as falling down
all good made rotten.

No Model

No shadow to be in,
no lead to follow,
no mentor to advise,
no fill for the hollow,
no voice of reason,
no given advice,
no one to warn of
the upcoming surprise.

The little girl so sweet
may soon turn to bitter,
the child with no food
to eat with her dinner.
Her mother she loves,
the one who ignores,
yells to be quiet
as she slams the door.
A phone glued to an ear,
a sad excuse for
the matriarch she supposedly
could be, and more.
No model to show
how to live or love
and yet a small child
is asked to rise above
yet with the shackles
and the weights pulling down
there is no escaping
the despicability that surrounds.

Another Fallen

Another fallen,
another corrupted,
the world's perversion
again erupted,
the innocent down,
the ears to bleed
with a mouth to follow,
no good left to speak,
a tongue to once
lift up and encourage
now falls into dirt,
the filth in an overage.
The mind was filled
with only purity
until the outside world
sucked dry, drained empty.
The words once positive
now turned to poison
are on the verge
of causing complete ruin
as one cancer spreads
itself to another
until the bodies dead
can only topple over each other.

The Constant Letdown

There for me,
but not I for them,
offering assistance
only to receive none.
Blessing me with
their faithfulness
but receiving an empty
feeling of hopelessness.
They come back
to give even more
as they are left
at the foot of the door.
The caring for
a soul that's selfish
only to receive another
wound in need of a stitch.
They deserve something else
other than what's given,
yet they receive it
and count it forgiven.
Never to turn a back
or so much as a cheek
they take it all in stride
and take it most meek.
Victims of the constant letdown,
they get up again
and accept every grain
of imperfection that I am
only to accept me back
with all of my flaws,
the forever friend dedicated for eternity,
to give me their all.

The Uncoil

I'm tangled up
in the weeds and the shrubbery
with the situation getting
more sticky and rubbery.
I'm bouncing back and forth
from faith to doubt
pretending at times
that You have no clout.
My soul is wrapped around itself
confused by its own actions
and by its friend, the heart,
whose hopes mismatch its transactions.
My insides are aflame
with an inner battle that ensues
and a war that, against many wishes,
knows nothing but how to continue.
The screams are heard on both sides
but there is only one side that can be seen
as the one that will win the struggle
but only one through which hope may gleam.
The soul's struggle may go on indefinitely,
but before it's done, it must uncoil,
at the end of which I will discover
whether the evil will thrive or be foiled.

The Pretender

Don't preach originality,
you posing carbon copy.
Don't lecture for freedom
when you're entrapped in slavery.
Don't say you've got it all
from within your own soul
when every piece is copied
that can be found in the whole.
Don't pretend you're the first
when you're only the one
who has taken the worst
from each before and together have woven.
Don't lay on the fog
in hopes to distort the truth
that you are not special
but only another lie uncouth.
And don't guilt those doing it right
to convince them you have the answers
for your lies and life
have infected enough with their cancers.

That Feeling Inside

That feeling inside,
deep in the pit,
the one to make me nauseous,
that makes me physically sick,
the brush-by move,
the perversion of circumstance,
the cowardly protection
of the self-destructive romance,
the wooing on an inner
illness to come outward
to further perpetuate
the attention-screaming coward,
the tumor grows further,
the cancer spreading quicker
with a shield to protect it
that gets continually thicker.
The death sentence calls,
the time for execution now,
never knowing what hit me,
the death toll clear and loud.

Fade into Obscurity

Make the bad fade into obscurity
through shear willpower,
second-by-second,
hour-by-hour;
with grinding teeth
and gripping nails
that shriek on stone,
that make chalkboards pale;
forcing it to happen,
for the mountain to push back
with every ounce of muscle
and strength not to lack;
crushing the head
of the serpent that hisses
while making the lone protagonist,
survivor to be granted wishes;
and all of it happening
under the same false guise
in the land of unobtainable,
the mind's dreamscape, the non-surprise.

Contusion Confusion

From where did this come,
this discolor, this bruise,
the one of which I have
no knowledge, I didn't choose?
From where did this tender
to the touch spot come,
this skin that's toughness
has been totally undone?
From where did the evidence
of a wound recently formed
have its genesis and exodus
onto a body where it's now adorned?
And when will it stop,
this pain brought on suddenly
in a sneak attack reminder
of a life gone through begrudgingly.

The Sesquipedalian's Commencing Finale

The answering of the query,
the hypothesizing to the faith,
the pontificating of the idea,
the world wondering to the eighth.
The pondering of the proposed,
the proposing of the new,
the renovating of the old,
the widening of the current blue.
The falling into the ashes,
the dismantling of the brilliant,
the armament for the unwilling,
the death-tilling for the resilient.
The resurgence for the winded,
the regurgitating from the mindless,
the accoutrements of the equipped,
the ticking towards the timeless.
The acumen of the ingenious minds,
the advantageous nature of the auspicious,
the indirectivity of the circumlocution,
the bellwether among the suspicious.
The conviviality among the anger,
the further concupiscent among the hopeless,
the cupidity of the foolish blind to the beyond,
the coruscant that will prove to be endless.
The equanimity so coveted to be possessed,
the ebullient radiating from the pure,
the excogitating of the wise,
the losing sight of the cynosure.
The gasconading of the soon passing,
the idisincroncies soon to disappear,
the osculators to not lose the inclinations,
the luminescence to surpass and pierce the fear.
The mangnanimous to prove it worthy,
the parsimonious no longer to be mocked,
the penultimate to become first,
the perfidiousness to cause the shock.
The perspicacious to proficuously see it all clearly,
the eternal remunerative even for the saxicolous,
the unencumbered's praise heavenward,
the unparagoned to end and introduce the usufruct in the introduction to the precocious.

Forest of Everyday

Back, back, back to the forth,
front and fronted to show worth,
words and lyrics blending into one,
swaying of hips to harmless fun,
picking, picking all of it up,
pouring, pouring all of the cup,
rhythms and beats set to hopes,
steps taken carelessly on slopes,
slobs stumble through the woods
meant to thwart bads and promote goods,
evil winds blow through the trees
but exit in time for good to feed,
the rest picks up from where started
as negativity leaves as it previously darted
and the forest of the everyday tone
is left peacefully to itself, sublimely alone.

Confused by the Rhyme

Lost in the moment,
confused by the rhyme,
pondering the statement
while losing track of thyme.
Trying to focus on
the sentences there,
the effort that's like trying
to cover cupboards so bear,
the brain slows down,
jumping around like a toad
as the mind takes off
down its own winding rowed.
The head conjurs up
ridiculousness as it's so proud
wishing the mouth would
say it all allowed,
but the only hope
for the idea's whole
to be heard is to
have it pour from a broken scull
yet that would only
solidify the hopeless feeling
felt within fate's
ultimate and imminent ceiling.

Crisp & Flat (Part III)

Crisp until it pops,
popping until it breaks,
breaking until it's flattened
into the thinnest of pancakes.
Bright as the sun
shining freely in the sky
until the clouds consume
as the beauty quickly dies.
Poignant as the prose
that changes lives instantly
until the grinder chews it
and spits the point out as empty.
Crispness in the air
floating in and out
until the flatness battles
to crush it without doubt,
but as the flat tries
its hardest and best
the crisp will not give up
lying and at rest.
The flat will fight
to infect and kill
leaving the only question to be
does the crisp possess the will?

Flat (Part II)

Flat as the tire
vandalized down,
as the once gelled hair
after a night on the town.
Flat as the soda
left out on the counter
for a long, useless night
that surely didn't matter.
Flat as the footed
full of inactivity,
full of inaction,
full of passivity.
Flat as the air
in the depressed's room
filled with the inevitability
that brings a full gloom
and a flattened soul
crushed by a flattening being
leaving a flattened hope
void of all meaning.

Crisp (Part I)

Crisp as the air
in summer's glee,
as the arm of the shirt,
as the shirt's sleeve.
Crisp as the bill
of the young man's hat,
as the bite of the flakes
in the young man's vat.
Crisp as the bill,
the other one found
in a wallet full
of giant green mounds.
Crisp as the wine
consumed with such vigor
to cap off a day
for the newly christened winner.

Angry in Tone

So angry in tone,
in action as well
with the fire and brimstone
and fury of hell,
the words spew forth
from a mouth of acid
bubbling over and out of,
destroying the flaccid.
He throws the bolts
and fires the clashes
until a body's burned
leaving a corpse's ashes.
If there is another,
a present agitator,
he will inform her
as her voice becomes fainter,
as he breaks down wills
and penetrates souls,
defeating the difficult,
the stubborn wholes
and leaving behind victims
who never saw it coming,
left without the former will,
left with only fear in running.

The Opinion Shopper

One word said
the shopper doesn't like
so the patron chooses
to take a hike.
She leaves the store
in search for another
with a staff that will,
for her, bend over.
She needs to find
that certain place
they won't disagree,
they won't get in her face.
She needs the ease,
she needs the free pass,
she needs a false sense
of security to last.
However her search for
this peace of mind
is becoming increasingly
harder to find
while the only truth
to come for her
is the one she's feared
and will forever.

One Last Dance

One last dance with her memory,
one last twirl to the song not played
with yet another tear to fall
another tear is shed in dismay.
The dance takes place in the shadows
of a regret to never be forgotten,
a whiff of the stench that permeates,
a memory of an opportunity spoiled and mistake rotten.
He moves his feet from side to side
in step with the song to remind.
He searches for a repentance unnecessary
and an illusive peace he can't find.
His arm reaches around the waist
to rest on the back of her ghost,
a hip he would give all the world to feel,
the soul he misses the absolute most.
The music goes as if in slow motion,
yet, like her life, quickly flies by
in the moment where two souls feel each other
to show one another both are still alive,
his feet take him in circles around
no longer shackled by embarrassment's chains
while the circle carries him away from the lot
and into the field, the vessel-filled plains.
The music finally manages to cease
as the moment in which he reveled is rendered dead
just in time to step at her once dancing feet
and to brush over, to say goodbye to her marble head.

Un-required, Unrequitted

Un-required,
unrequited,
uncalled for
towards a man unfitted,
unbelievable,
unfathomable,
un-repaid
from a man too flappable,
unequalled,
unmatched,
so perfect
without a scratch
and always that way
for a sinner like me
from a God holy and faithful
through our shared eternity.

Much Pardon

Pardon my French,
pardon my brevity,
pardon my lack
of ability for levity.
Pardon my planted
unpardoned feet
that need much pardoning
for the pardoning they defeat.
Pardon my words,
pardon my ignorance,
pardon my lack of interest
in your lack of approval for my boldness.
Pardon my offense,
pardon my speech,
pardon my counterparts,
your colleagues who love to leech.
And on my behalf,
pardon yourself,
the apparent judge of all mankind,
the eventual executioner to one's own self.

A Million

A million circumstances,
a million occurrences,
a million moments
making zero differences,
a million faces
in a million crowds
lost in a million
different hopeless shrouds,
a million specs,
a million particles,
a million indifferences
in a million articles,
the millions lost
go millions of miles
while the millions it costs
will feel it for quite a while
and the millions remaining
left over from the spree
will be the millions granted
their wish to be free.

Embrace It

Embrace the pain,
embrace the suffering,
embrace it all,
you little piece of nothing.
Embrace the misery,
embrace the tears,
embrace the hollowness
followed by the fears.
Embrace the emptiness,
embrace the sin,
embrace the agony
you put yourself in.
Embrace the hopelessness
you bring to the table
you once thought folklore,
you thought to be fable.
Embrace it all
since it's all you do
while sentencing your own soul to death
on this path you choose.

Silhouette

The glare from my glasses
stare back at me
with disappointment from
what only they can see.
A man in the shadows
pushing the pusher to light
while being too much of
a coward to fight,
the silhouette of
the potential that used to be
outlining a hollowness
that's worn so blatantly,
moments of bravery
sporadically come
only to be chased
back to where they came from.
The vicious cycle
repetitive to death
won't allow hope
to take its single breath
but instead stomps on
the throat of the weak
until the life is out
of the spirit too meek.

Dream in the White

Dreams in the white
of the little girl passed,
so short of years,
a life that didn't last,
dreams she lives
a longer life
that didn't end
under duress and strife,
dreams she made it
from a first date
to the day her eyes
first met her mate,
dreams she wore
the cap and gown
the day nothing
could bring her down
and days that
were past today,
the last she lived
on an earth she couldn't stay.

Pearly White

The beauty in the white,
the purity that lies within
that's there for me
time and time again,
the flash of the pearly,
the glimpse of the bright
that illuminates a day,
that gives the dark its light,
the encouragement that lifts,
the pick-up to a heart
that only ever needed
a second fresh start,
the perfection in a scene
that opens all doors
where happiness can live
and grow even more,
it's the pearly whites
that allow it all
to happen whenever
it's needed or called.

Hate Out the Love

Bruise to the beats,
beat 'til it's bruised,
scream 'til it bleeds,
bleed while it's used.
Hate out the love,
love to throw hate,
love to shatter glass
in love's defenseless face.
Let the neighbors know,
let the voices penetrate
the too often too thin
walls that can't hold the weight.
Let the pushing continue
until the walls fall
and the bodies crumble
underneath it all
as the ruins remain
over all else
proving previous self-denouncing claims
all to be false.

The Malignant Infection

Inventing the sickness
while convincing others
until they convince
one another,
they beliieve your fall
under the illness,
the guise under which
you couldn't be fulfilled less.
You stand in the corner
preaching your sadness,
a sick game in which you sickly
find superior gladness.
Soon enough they all
fawn over your soul,
you poor little thing,
you hideous little troll.
The game you play
is safe enough
until the fantasy becomes real
as it becomes too rough
and the last tear for you
is finally shed
only by your own eye
on your own deathbed.

Abuser of Help

The abuser of help,
the mocker of assistance,
the beggar of others
with the strongest persistence,
the laugher at good,
the worst of the worst,
always going before,
always putting self first,
the proverbial selfish,
the consomant one,
the possessor of laziness
who, with it, has fun,
the epitome of solitude
in an effort to drag,
the sad soul sees fit
to take it all and brag;
the prideful in foolishness
and joker in sense,
the one who has all
in all that's worth one pence.