Wanna see a poem?

Me too, if only I could write

It used to come so easily

As if I had a guide

Now I only wish I knew where the mother fucker went

They used to visit daily, and I kinda miss the pen

Wanna see a poem?

I recommend you write one

Then tell me how you did it

If you happen to write a nice one

When the fear set in, did you embrace it or run?

Did you sit and write for hours, under the barrel of its gun?

If so I must commend you, I'm afraid I lost the trick

And I tried the drugs and alcohol, they made the fear more thick

But I sit and type away

And yet somehow the page stays blank

I’m thinking sorry…

It wouldn’t change anything

I want to tell you why I do this

But I know you wouldn’t listen

I want you to love me

I want to stop loving you

I want you with me

I’d rather be anywhere but with you

I want you to stop hurting me

I want you to feel my pain

I want to tell you about this to help us

I want to tell you to drive you insane

I want this fixed

I want this broken

I’ll keep this in

I want this spoken

I want us open

I want us closed

I want nobody else to know

Where our happiness goes

The moment that we leave a room

I want you back inside our room

I can’t go back there without you

I can’t go in there while you’re in there

You and I are never us

I don’t wanna make a fuss

I don’t want us making up

I hope you have a great life

I hope you think of me at night

I hope I can move on with my life

I know that I can twist that knife

Good luck

Fuck you

I hate you

I love you

My life is unraveling before me

I desperately try to grab hold

That's this chapter of my story

The next chapter as of yet untold

I can plan tomorrow like I've been there

I can say that things will go one way

But I keep in mind, life doesn't have to be fair

And life doesn't give a fuck what I say

Now I'm not one to shout poor me

But sometimes life can be so cold

I long for all the days I thought were boring

But another day another story told

In my old life I survived

Fed the kids, and stayed alive

Stayed above the rising tide

Never strayed far from that line

But I have been born anew

I do what I have to do

I don't sell anything I wouldn't use

I tell myself that I've been true

And I might get hauled off someday

Someday my kids might see my face

Through a bulletproof window pane

My wife might feel a widow's pain

But even she can understand

Why I sell this, with gun in hand

I make my living from the land

We, all of us, do what we can

If all should fall apart then trust

My little girls will have enough

The responsibilities don't vary much

We, all of us, do what we must

Consider taking time to speak

There are no unimportant matters

Each passing day and passing week

You should speak more than the latter

Don’t over-analyze the chatter

Then you’ll negate the benefit

Talk and listen, that’s what matters

Don’t neglect to witness it

All intellectual genesis

Every heart stopping romance

Started with people in the mix

Letting them defend their stance

Learning what you threw, what sticks,

And why the loser’s didn’t fit

We demonstrate

Synergy

And thus debate

Civility

Civilly

There’s no need for cerebral greed

Our solution doesn’t need, to come from me

My Company, and companions, we

Join hands, we make our plans and see

While I would love to take the stand

To hear the shouting in the stands

To beat their hand, while singlehanded

I don’t know my brother’s mind

And his thoughts are as real as mine

Then for the good we’re trying to find

Should I not listen? Is that not worth my time?

And maybe we could win alone

With the vigor of the young

I know we’ll win together

A million heads instead of one

We’ll live to fight another day

Rise for battle with the sun

You’ll live forever, you’ll see the day

When every battle’s won.

A perfect girl

A work of art

She always looks

And plays the part

Expensive tastes

Are just the start

Next thing you know

She'll want your heart

And since her looks

Are so refined

You sign upon

The dotted line

Such beauty has to

Match her mind

And so you didn't

take the time

Some beauty is just meant to be beheld

Don't remove it from the shelf

Cause it isn't your's

Some love isn't meant to be shared by two

It hurts but it's true

That she isn't your's

And those who've felt the pain know it to be true

You can love art, but art can't love you

You're enamored with a sculpture

Who walks talks and breaths

Your pain only exists

Because you refuse to see

No amount of money

No amount of pain

Can alter that marble

She'll always be the same

Some beauty is just meant to be beheld

Don't remove it from the shelf

Cause it isn't your's

Some love isn't meant to be shared by two

It hurts but it's true

That she isn't your's

And those who've felt the pain know it to be true

You can love art, but art can't love you

And she would love you

If she could

She'd let you save her

She knows you would

But this is her world

Where she is queen

Why would she wake up

Just to live in your dreams

Don't wake the queen.

In the first of three Decembers

We find our stuporous cast members

Poor, sad, and lonely

Finding love slowly

A boy who dashes his head rather hard against the rocks

In hopes that it would stifle all his self destructive thoughts

A girl who relinquished freedom and gave it to a man

In hopes that it would make her seem as if she has a plan

He approaches her, initiating God knows what

Speaking near at random, voicing every errant thought

She adds opinions hesitantly, wary of his charm

But soon thereafter she starts talking too, and thus disarmed

They talk the day away, she sees the time and shows alarm

"I have to go!" she tells the boy. He smiles and replies.

"I should've left here hours ago." With laughter in his eyes.

She returns home that night, where she tries to play her part

But she finds that she has trouble, quieting her heart.

He returns to his life, knowing in his heart of hearts

Her engagements include engagement, so he'd never play that part

But they meet again the next day, and so once again it starts

She tells the boy a story, complains about her work

The boy attends to her, enraptured, which leaves her feeling hurt

The man she should be with right now, never truly listens to her

And she finds this perfect stranger is a perfect listener

She has a minor problem, he offers her advice

She considers his opinion, stimulates his vice

His addiction to attention, his love for seeming wise

It's absurd, what being heard, can do to a broken life

And once again the night, leaves the boy and girl behind

And they waste the afternoon away, making mockery of time

He shows her poems written for girls he didn't care about

She tell him tales of a fiancee, who needs hit in the mouth

He tells her she deserves better, than a man who runs around

He doesn't even mean himself, at least he doesn't now.

He only means to impress upon her, the need for getting out

Or else the need, to make him leave, after all it's her house

The girl mutters untruths, that she knows she deserves more

More than a fiancee who treats her like a chore

But in her heart of hearts she already knows the score

The boy doesn't know the monster on the other side of the door

The one that lives inside her, just inhabiting her core

Waiting for a boy to strike, just like it's done before

And while he's not afraid of her, he has a greater fear

If she only saw the shadow, that whispers in his ear

hopefully she'd turn and flee, before it does her harm

If not he should flee first, before she falls prey to it's charm 

But how can he forge distance?

He knows how bad he'd miss this

He lies to her, says he must go,

She watches him walk into the snow

She's thinking this isn't how love works in real life

He's thinking it doesn't matter she'll be someone else's wife

The next day goes much the same

He meets the fiancee, he learns his name

He wants to make him feel such pain

Cause it's this man's job, to keep her sane

That night the boy and the girl kiss

Inside her car, they finally kiss

And they can tell from just one kiss

That there are no rules, in games like this.

That night she leaves the fiancee behind

The man cries, but she doesn't mind

She plants a kiss upon his brow

And tells him "I meant leave... like now."

So the boy and girl become inseparable

Knowing that there will be trouble

Knowing that there will be pain

But they'll have each other and thus stay sane

We leave these new lovers to do what lovers tend to do

Near December's end, they find a perfect place for two

A house where his family once lived, and they'd make it home

Not many happy memories there, but they'd make their own

Young happy and in love, with beasts below the surface

Oblivious to the world above, after finally finding purpose

And pain is always a present risk, especially it seems

For these characters on our stage, stay tuned for further scenes.

He's just a silly boy

He hates feeling this way

Enamored with a pretty girl

Not knowing what to say

Misinterpreting just enough

To keep him in her way

But not deluded enough for it

To take away the pain

When he thinks somethings charming

It comes out sounding dim

And he can't help but wonder

Just why she talks to him

Why she wants to be around 

A boy too dumb to leave

And yet too smart to think that she 

Could be with one like me.

The boy's heart hurts

Which he won't say

He'd never ask for help

I wouldn't work out

anyway

That life's for someone else

He chose the life of toil, 

Much like the life chose him

And so they're left to tend the soil

Him and the life, that will not end