Anti-Social

Let’s break the rules and smash the remnants 
With what’s left we’ll build our independence 
We’re more important than society’s fence 
You and me, living in blissful arrogance 

Unsung Emotion of A Mind Undone

Painfully numb, unsung emotion of a mind undone 
Denied feeling under the guise of healing 
Thoughts concealed from myself 
Do I pull back the curtain to 
peer through the window 
that shines the light of my 
mind into the room? 
Or will I look out to see a wretched scene 
and wish I’d never opened the shades? 
Am I ashamed of my own ideas or scared? 
Morbid curiosity 
like a burn in the mouth you incessantly tongue 
One ton of thought presses down 
on the left side of my brain 
another on the right 
Enticing to open the box to my thoughts 
but self-control is a virtue 
As is patience, maybe one day 
I can uncover my thoughts 
and not be bothered 
But for now I shake as my hand approaches 
then detracts 
Only when I sleep 
does the box burst open. 

For A Journey Complete

Every step was a journey 
And every footprint 
A story 
There are words in the valleys 
Between the grooves 
Left by my treads 
Microscopic 
They dance with bacteria 
Infectious, the both 
But words can't slip 
Into a narrow mind 

As my journey continued 
I found it was easier 
To escape your shadow 
Than your footprints 
My shadow waned with the light 
But I always had feet 
And there was always ground 

As my journey continued 
The trail stretched behind 
Regardless of the direction 
I chose to walk 
My journey grew 

As my journey continued 
I would rest when my feet ached 
And I would sleep when 
The ache was in my head 
And I would eat when 
The ache was in my stomach 
When the ache was in my heart 
I wept 
But the ache remained 
When I'd covered the trail with my footprint 
And all my steps were stepped 
The ache subsided 
My heart ached 
For a journey complete 

Tales From The Asylum III

A blazing fire begets dead ash 
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 
I dust off my mind so it can begin to inspire 
Inspiration drawn from a finite well 
Well, well, well, what do we have here? 
I hear you don’t want to be here? 
Here’s a pen and a paper to write 
Right over there she asks if I care 
Care to join me while I sit and think? 
Thank you conscience; let me buy you a drink 
We’ll drink to solitude and being alone with our thoughts 
Think we should leave? Take a taxi or walk? 
Awoken with a start 
Startled by my doctors 
Doctored dreams inspired by medicine 
For medicinal purposes this poem comes to an end. 

She's Tinted With Pink

She's tinted with pink 
Like the gift that I gave her 
When I decided "I love her" 
And I love her because she's tinted with pink 

I'll hold her hand 
Like she holds the gift that I gave her 
So it will never be over 
Forever's a gem, and it's tinted with pink  

On The Hands Of A Clock

When time advances, fate can’t seal 
When time reverses, wounds won’t heal 
When time stands still, trees don’t grow 
Clock-hands clutch on and never let go 

Lungfuls of Stardust

Hanging limp in the night sky 
Eyes closed, deep breaths, inhaling lungfuls of stardust 
The dust of dreams unborn and unrealized 
Torn between the sun and moon 
I'll return soon 
But there's no rush 
Because I'd rather stay between night and day 
Where equilibrium reigns benevolently 
Between yes and no so I never have to decide 
Content with limbo, straddling the fence, legs on either side