Sink Into the Silence

I'd like to drown,
left face down
floating in the deepest
waters of my life.

Flooded ears,
say goodbye to the sounds
of the shoulders
speaking in the ears.

Whether divine or monstrous,
admit to the atrocity
of my cerebral scrutiny.

Then close my eyes
for the last time
before being reborn.

Only to have the nerve
to question
a newly found silence.

I Don't Need to Change Face

I’d rather be faceless
than faced with subjective scrutiny.

Rather;
Avoid scrutinizing others
and face what I hate about myself.
Accept each visible imperfection
as it stands out, to take hold of the spirit.

Rather know;
Wisdom.
What counts.
How to be.
Who to be.

How to see past what my eyes see.

Can't you see?

Question yourself;
What can't you see?
What's missing,
because something must be!

Kind of- out of place,
I've forever been out of my element.

Now, forever's become a place.

I Hardly Know You

An invitation to your embrace,
your warm heart, and kind face.

I'll stow my affection, in an attempt
to give you the right impression.

The expression of marriage's unwavering blow,
must be a hard hit to take.

There's no apology to give,
as there's no brain in your head.

No rattle to shake your empty mind,
 with its, vast capacity to fill.

Yet, too naive to understand devotion,
or the meaning of eternity.

I can't calm your endless storm, or stand to listen.

You cry about your brokenness,
 another creature, I can not fix.

Then blame me for existing-
muddled a million miles from you.

In the Midst

Righteousness encompasses
so much more
than we're able to comprehend.

Powerful words have
powerful weights.

An ode to the assembly,
we can speak in to life.

And in true fashion,
speak ourselves out of peace.

Until You Try

What a strange day,
a haze in my mind
to glaze over the eyes.

An itch inside- everywhere,
to accomplish anything.

Pumped with coffee anxiety
and the need for a nap.

Trapped within the quietness,
four walls can offer.
Hearing my wheezy breath,
feeling the hesitance of my shaky hands.

What can I say?

An effortless addiction will traumatize
what's left of the little man's brain.

Young brother- I'm telling you;
You never had the chance to be normal.
Never knew your father.

Only knew his haste,
and with haste learned his behavior.

You know;
When a family's cursed,
it's cursed for decades,
possible centuries.
But when it's blessed,
it's blessed for an eternity.

With a strange;
Rainy, hazy, foggy wish.
I pray a blessing in your midst.

You never know what
blessings your hands can build.

Elgee

I like to see life as it is,
with no mystery,
no grand illusion,
as much as it may appear.

Ideas of our invention
harbor greater meaning.
Our delusions,
an explanation-
light of ourselves.

Take a look at a past self,
do you see you today?

Evolution takes its toll,
we grow into greatness.
Not everyone,
some turn back to some strange slime.

As you can wager the guess,
I recognize them
as much as a perfect stranger.

Sort of like being sick. . .
Snot dripping from your nose,
two panda eyes, mouth ajar to breathe.
Perhaps a hunch in your back
to keep your head from aching.

Yet there's something I've seen before.

Everything's an adjustment for comfortable living,
what about when you're not comfortable anymore?

Cynicism

Some will poke your bruises,
then laugh when you say ouch.

Turn your back to them.

Sit alone,
say a silent
no thank you.

No matter how low their lows,
yours can lay lower.

Getting a kick on the ground
can kick start the evil in anyone.

When you throw insults out as hits,
it's hard to say if, or when you'll stop.

Ha, Oops!

I watch my thoughts
flow from my mouth
and float around the room.

I'd like to see them entering your ears,
but I know it's a far-fetched idea.

The concept of hearing's easy.
Listening's a different story,
let's forget understanding all-together.

Comprehension may be key,
but damn,
I must be incomprehensible!

To Begin With

Reality idle,
behind you dangles
the hanging man.

 A reminder-
what you recollect,
has become a chronic dead-eye.

My mind boggling me,
questions everything
I thought I knew.

I never knew anyone,
or anything.

Couldn't Hurt

Credit holds a mystery:
Marked down as a misery.
Of how we're unfit to understand
how to give ourselves enough.

Yet, the dim witters gather more attention:
Than honesty, hard work,
and the choice to do good-
gather praise.

No one reflects on righteous acts.
Fools as essential, as salt- a spice.

And there's this snippet he said-
childish petulance:
It played us like tiny toy soldiers,
and we treat one another as such.

Lost connection with the company who keep us.
Focused on flipping the world,
failing to see what's on our own streets.

Whatever it could be, humanity has become:
Whether rich, convenient, ungrateful, or miserable-
step outside yourself.