Loss In Conflict

There is no conflict
Without loss
So I guess I'll lose
A few

Tyrannical Matter

The esoteric tyranny of
Shame smiles loudly
Through a window pane

Experience 2 In Long

Build up the desert

Let it flourish with blessing

As the sun sets

And the mountains fade

I realize we are something else

A seed to plant

A plant to take care of

A race to destroy

And then rebuild

And then destroy again

This is beauty

Ignorance is beauty

Everything about anything is a circle

A spiral or an oval

Rays pass through my bones

As I become invisible

The desert has transformed me

Into what

Into a clear-minded individual

With clear goals

And even clearer tears

But that’s not true

I remain the same

The desert is my eternal stagnation

My eternal longing for water

A water that is not impure or poisoned

A water that will fill me up

And stay forever

Forever rushing in torrents

Trough my soul

Experience 1

I sit alone

Rocks pushed up against my head

So my mind is stable

Not shooting from thing to thing

Or left to right

The buzzing of my soul saddens me

But it is also exciting

We all come from rocks

I am a rock

Leaves come and go

Replenish me with your sorrow

As time skips from one to another

In continuous motion

Abolish constant seriousness

Lighten laughing crying rock

Make no mention of your consumerist needs

Or wants or destruction

Lean on me so you can hear what I say

We are all rocks together on the floor

Limited by the space we are given

But no more

Cent Sent Sense Century

Cents for sense

Centuries pass by

Crazed by internal stimuli

External change

Fraternal distress

Relate unto the bridges of

Eternal cost

But that isn’t true feeling

It is as false as the

Authority of burning trees

Or of the skeleton keys

Unlocking nothing

Because freedom is a prison

We are all controlled

Substances flow in and out

And in and out and in

Push me out

Run me over

The whole world

Infests in my bones

Against The Consumerism Of Bodies

Fat ugly distorted body image

It’s a lie

A miserable lie

I love your body

And my body

And everyone’s body

Men and women don’t get it

To not like one’s body

Is to believe you are inferior

When really others are

Love everything

And everything will be

Acceptable

Nothing will take time

Because when you feel

Good

There is no time

Just everything around

You

As one full being

In all its holy

Glory

Something More Personal (Beautiful Cynic)

When I’m around you I feel

Awkward

I say I don’t but that

Is just to make you feel better

I just can’t help it

It is a curse

I can’t talk

To anyone

I feign value

I feel boring

I think I’m interesting

I just have trouble showing it

Realizing potential

I’m a beautiful cynic

Bad Affectations

When I think of something good

I am always proved wrong

I share my feelings

I am acute

Backfire

But I don’t care

The ebb and flow

Ups and downs

It is only natural

Natural is good

Anything forced is evil

The highest evil is force

Confusion

Forced confusion

I’d like to think I am okay

Answer questions

Act interested

Act interesting

But sometimes I can’t

I can’t think of anything

Of interest or importance

To say

Wah Wah

I’ve lost too much

The struggle is nearly

Over

It seems

Hopefully it isn’t

Lying on a bed

Dead in sorrow

Or congested

With the scent

Of Normalcy

Don’t cry

I cry

Anger In Green Sympathy

Anger in green sympathy

To the public

Demand more

I can’t demand enough

Happy sad

Happiness in sadness

Anguish in heroism

Small but without roof

Rich but without gain

Small Eyes' Effect On People

Carry back the influence

The child’s mind

Dive into the eyes

Empty vast eyes

Beauty drenched in proof

Confusion pulse in my veins

And excitement tracts

In fallen tracks

Stones and sun may shine

Circle around the brain

And dance straight in

The cruel stage in my mind

Fill My Art

Plays by page in short

Bones overcast in black

Art fills my soul

Crawling turning back

Water seeping through the bridge

And I’m searching through the proof

Now that I see

Conscious overflows the soul of my room

Atone From Freedom

Relaxing in pressure

No stress no sleep

A constant push

Rocky coasts

Flat lands cause flat

Mindsets dangerous

Huts are where we are

Headed

Hopefully

Being free in the prison

That is our conventions

Freedom in nothing

Not even our thought

There is no originality

In the world

Just different affectations

Crushing in all around

Until we are nothing

But little do we know

We are nothing

Before we were

Something

One Collective Wave

Happy kids walking

Laughing crying

Smile love and carry it on

Mimic so you too

Can be innocent again

Ignorant bliss is

The greatest wisdom

Hollow words mean

So much more

Bring distortion to

My mind’s wavelength

Experience in nonexperience

Love in columns

Waves crash into the

High mountains of passion

Then slowly drift into

Apathy

As we walk down and up

And roll through our

Collective knowledge

The collective soul

Made from the top of

Our hearts

Watch What's Left

Watchtower over me

Others

To my left

I have a ring around

My wrist connecting

Water and rock

Continuous flow

Superfluous stagnation

Watching watching

Why do I watch

To look is to hope

I am hopeful

Hat cover our heads

From the heat

The flag

Round high mountainous

Lost opportunity

Little sand kernels

Caught in all the crevices

So hard to get out

Always one more

Left

A Sad Scene Of Ecstasy

Ocean wind

Island pen

My hand the page

Your face and rocks and space

Blah Blah Blah

It’s all the same

Let’s all be cliché together

Prance around in a square

Earnest in our actions

Cashing in on our beliefs

Kissing books like they are holy

But then realizing it is some

Erotic novel about a cop

Such is life

Craning your head perpetually

To see something you

Will never be able to see

Some people call us losers

Some people call us friends

I call us one

And the same

A Delve Into The Process

Liquid doused in wind

Sustenance in the destitute

Cram words into a multitude

Of phrases relating to

The strange rocks of life

That lead people to and away

Each other

Spikes of hope mixed with

The cold fire of fate

Doused in alcohol rising

Above our heads as a bell

Far off chimes and I

Realize I’m late

The shine is dull but

Bright enough to light me

Up and create something

From everything and

Nothing from substance

Sharp ridges bite my ankle

As sharp tongues bite my soul

To laugh in envy through cold

Summers of easy bright light

The Sole Road

Howling wind

Blazing sun

The rays beat into my

Eyes into my hair

Into my mind

The soul

The body

To know before

But never know again

To be oblivious and wise

One road

One way

Two directions

One choice

Two decisions made

Complete and total blue

And walk

But to crawl is a virtue

To separate is a sin

A sin readily available

To the cool dry air

To wear on your ear

Deserted

Alone emptiness

The good feeling of feeling good

Isolation in community isolation in cognito

But the ridge of separation is good it is beautiful it has power

I’m never alone I belong here I am here this is who I am

One of the rocks stranded in the desert but happy because of it because the desert is a place to be

Everything Is Not Everything

Everything is not everything

Everything is just a word

A word to describe finite

Circumstances

In infinite ways

The farce of reality

A false continuous

Stream of nothing

Disguised as something

Told as everything

Which will never

Be true

14.

When I’m with

You

I feel connected

I am somebody

You are of

The same material

As me

Maybe if we try

Hard enough we

Can mix each other

Up and put us

Back together filling

The missing pieces with

Our own

13.

I feel sick

I need sleep

My heart aches

My foot aches

I’m complaining a lot

I imagine things

Aren’t there

They are there

I’m not there

I‘m lost

I can barely think

Eternal brain cell

Damage

12.

I’m sad

Magnets changing

Charges

Negative feelings

Positive outlook

Doubt enters

My heart my

Soul

It changes me

From happy to needy

From independence

To bondage

Sleep into me and

Fill me

11.

Darkness brought

The light

Epiphany sacred

Scared pressure

Pressure in my head

Blood poisoned mind

Creased and the

Future as certain

As the darkness

Is this true?

Will it be true?

10.

The collateral for love

Is free time

The collateral for friendship

Is free time

The collateral for work

Is free time

To be successful

Is to be a slave

To be lonely is

To be imprisoned

The door is shut

9.

Scream of conscience

A stream of fluid rising

Rise up return to the

Free form

The large blood of sky

Enveloped in blue paint

Continue

8.

Recreate the past

So it is okay to banish it

Forever

Never

Haunted again

Bad nightmares no more

Such a good feeling

Feelings are fleeting

But not this one

Hopefully but

Doubt is not productive

At this moment

Lets live for the

Past while forgetting

What happened

Not Knowing anything

Loss of senses

But feeling okay

Completely numb

And full of feeling

All in two moments

One is now one is later

7.

I’m in love with a girl who

Knows my name

It is sad

I am sad

Love is happy

6.

Why can’t people fall in love like

They used to

Because they were never

Used to love

5.

Work is pissing on my dog

My dog is pissing on a lamp

4.

I want to gain lots of weight

I want to join a wrestling team

And be sponsored by McDonalds and

Lose every game on purpose as

An act of defiance towards

Chain establishments

I actually don’t want to do this

I just enjoy that it could be done

This poem is over

3.

Impossible!

2.

La La La

Writing writing writing

Singing a song

But writing and not singing

I don’t even feel like singing

Singing randomly in public is weird

I’m weird

If you’re not weird

You are not worth knowing

That was a weird thing to say

Do I know what I’m talking about

Yes and no

No and yes

Yes is a feeling of pessimistic

Optimism

Optimism is so pessimistic

I’m pessimistic

But I am optimistic in

My pessimistic tendencies

What am I talking about

I’m talking to you

1.

George said we were walking all night

I don’t remember

Oh wait, I do remember

There it goes

Again lost forever

But is forever ever enough

Connected continued complimentary

Work never seemed as easy

Or as hard

Hard is just an adjective

To be said only after some

Other part of speech

With or without meaning

It means a lot to me

To me hard is the epitome

Of a large tank of words

To use with nouns

Conscious in the head

Subconscious in the mind

Brought into the open by you

And others who force natural

Things into the unnatural

Universe