SHADOWS.

SHADOWS

Shadows are like def leopards

that sit and wait

on the end of an old valley

running to the end of time

murderers are rampant;

clocks run rampant with time.

the world is yours and it is mine.

a boy lives in the ocean

we are far away from home

I don't know where yesterday went

or what it was

or how we got there

but we got there and the world was dead

it messes with your dead

nothing shatters and is not broken.

all the world is like a token.

making shadows bend and wave.

sixteen candles move a slave.

FOLLOW ME HOME.

FOLLOW ME HOME

There are stepping stones to failure

that make me believe in myself

that I was better than I was before

and everything is wonderful and free

what I have is what I believe

shadows falling on everything

nights are gone and I am alone

darkness falls in the night that's gone

we turn around and fail in time

I want what's yours and what's mine.

Everything is born again.

In the heart of darkness.

I am the seed.

Love is what you need.

Time forgets and it is a sword.

I live in a forgotten land.

Everyone laments; we all lament.

The seed is strange.

It breaks in parts.

SEA.

SEA

Evolved in the sea of time

I find myself joining the waves

falling headfirst into the water

dropping into the ocean

when all we have are things

that move

if we exist

and all that exist

in a sea of faces

everything is sad and lonely

and I have broken the walls of

guilt

moving on the wind

slow moving sorrow

the guilt of darkness

trapped without sorrow

nothing moves

i am sin

i am not a mother

or a father

i am a wall

i found myself blocking

the dark that i feel

surrounded by guilt

nothing remains

except old bones

and broken things

sad things moving

in the lonely darkness

SOUND.

SOUND

The sound of the wind is scary

like a little old lady crying

in the cold

the sound it makes when

the world is dreaming

and I am

no longer awake

and I forgot to make things

happen again and again

like trying to join a band

or doing my taxes

maybe I think I'll do a better job

next year

and one day the population

will learn how to read

and I will be able to get a better

job and afford some new diapers

when I decided to have a baby

and not do anything

with my life at all

and most people are doing things with

their lives like going to college

and having a family

and following their dreams

but what is a dream when people are

starving and unconcerned about the

environment in which we live

and nobody cares about anything

except the blank clock

the sun moves and it bends

and time is in waves

like the waves of the ocean

and wounds stand still

and I cannot think or move.

I am a mannequin.

I live a life that is lost.

WHAT I DID TODAY A MEMOIR.

WHAT I DID TODAY A MEMOIR

I eat day old ramen noodles

that is full of dust and lint on

a good day

then after I eat lunch

I go back to rearranging

my sock drawer in hopes to

free myself from my insanely

lonely mind,

a mind that is full of

holes and dark water

that is thrashing and thrashing

like milkweed

in a winter storm

and I can't hide myself from

all of these problems

because every day I have to get up

and get dressed and go through

the same motions

about giving a shit and giving

a damn and not learning

anything at all

or almost next to nothing

and finding myself hating

the routine.