(753.) Anyone? Anyone At All? 04/25/07 3:27 PM - 3:33 PM
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DOES ANYONE SEE WHAT I SEE?
Or am I truly blind to the facts around me?
I must be to have so many people disagree with me.
I want to help so much
I was called a hypocrite today.
Is that what I am?
What does it take to prove what I believe to be true?
I thought time would do that.
Does it truly require that I starve myself to near death?
That's how Buddha got his original disciples.
I can do that
I don't want to though
I want to enjoy my life
just as much as they do
But they have power in their numbers
All I have is my voice,
What my soul tells me is right,
And a mountain of work ahead of me
I don't want to harm anyone
I respect everyone's choices
They just won't respect mine
It's so sad
Man will not learn at times lest he is repramanded
I do not want to crack any whip
But you keep making the wrong choices
Am I really as mature as my elders say I am?
Or am I just as immature as everyone else
Too blinded by youth to see it
I hope I'm not mature
I hope I'm wrong
It would sadden me so greatly if so many are truly wrong

(754.) It Won't Make It Go Away 04/27/07 12:29 AM
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She looked in her reflection
And show someone else
She kept brushing her teeth
Ignoring the stranger she recognized.

(755.) Kind Deeds 04/27/07 12:30 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
I apologize
I'll stop bragging
It takes away the glory
I truly am sorry
I will continue my actions
Just limit my words

(756.) And Who Could That Be? 04/30/07 ? - 1:35 AM
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There's a fine line between
That which we can hold
And that which we can grasp
Love is something we can hold
But I fear we'll never grasp it

I am a man(boy) of solitude,
because people are so fragile
Like an antique shop
I will gladly look
But I'm so afraid to touch
Surely my fingers will turn
porcelain to dust

I'm a needy little flower
Not a demanding one though
Water me occasionally
Shower me with sunshine
When the clouds aren't out
And I'll be fine

I'm going somewhere
I'm not fully sure where
Could even be nowhere
But I'll get there

I'm stuck in the muck and the mire
Feeding coal into a self-sustaining fire
The flames may rise
But they'll just die back down

I'll share the warmth
But I'll need a hearth

So will you be a sun?
Warm me with a hug
Shower me with affection
Help me grow

Or just a shovel
Drowning me in soot
Feeding a never-ending flame
Helping me inflate full of emptiness

I'm not looking for love
It can find me
And I will greet it at the door
But it'll have to earn my trust
Before I ever let it in

I hear a rapping
An ever gentle tapping
Is it you at my door?

(786.) The Future
=---------------------------------------------------=
We will become our grandparents
We will gripe about how easy kids have it
And how we had to trudge through the internet on 56k modems
And how our TVs weren't always this clean and crip looking
I remember back in my day,
we had to have a tape in the VCR to record anything
I'm not going to complain,
I like the future

(787.) Leave Yourself A Clue Mitchell 4:05 AM - 4:11 AM 07/19/07
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I wish I had someone to write a love poem to.
Since I have no one, you my friend will have to do.
Why you?
I have no romantic feelings for you, it's true.

I just think you deserve a poem.

You'll read this someday I'm sure.
And perhaps by then I'll forget who this is really for.
by then I'll have a cure,
For this lonely heart that I endure.

But once again, I'm just bitching.

So,
when you read this just know,
no matter where on this Earth you go
My sentiments will follow.

(Space is apparently too far)

I don't love you romantically.
But I do love you.
And I wish you well.
I wonder if you'll ever know this poem is for you.

(788.) 4:13 AM 07/19/07
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Don't be so shy.
I mean no harm.
I want only,
your smile.

(789.) THIS is art. 4:24 AM
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As if I needed his approval
To decide if something was art or not.
I'll be the judge of that
So stop shitting on everyone else
And just keep shitting out that crap on paper

(790.) I Can Feel Your Smile 07/29/07 8:13 AM -
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I can feel your smile.
And it is fake.
I miss the warmth of your old smile.
The smile that I brought out.
The one you showed me when I made you laugh.
When I did something special for you.
This smile,
I can feel it,
and it is sad.
Your sadness pains me.
but the fact that I can't comfort you.
Pains me more.
What happened to the smile I fell in love with?
I still have the photos.
And you make me smile.
Or at least you used to.
If only stealing yor soul,
was as easy as taking that picture
I've moved on
But I will always carry that smile with me.
I can feel your smile.
And it's memory is warming.
But it's reality is lost.
I'll always miss your smile.
I'll always love you.
And I'll always wonder what could have been.


(791.) 07/31/07 12:27 PM - 12:28 PM
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Tiny arms wrapped around me.
"I love you uncle Mitchell."
And I you, Shy.

(792.) The City 08/07/07 2:35 AM - 2:36 AM
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Every little bar
makes another step
on the roller coaster city
and my music hangs overhead
so they can all hear me
when I hum
my furry little companion
purrs peacefully
to sleep
And I don't think I'll ever
want to get off this ride

(793.) When The Day Comes, Come See Me 08/10/07 3:25 AM - 3:31 AM
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I'm standing here
Inviting you to please come back
I won't cheapen your life with petty excuses
"what about your friends?"
"Your family?"
"What about your children?"
"What about all those you'd leave behind?"
You know exactly what they'd do
Doing it for revenge is silly
Effective I suppose
But silly
In the name of science?
You know as well as I do the odds of you coming back are low.
So your data would just satiate yourself
And wouldn't advance science an inch
You're worth something you know
To me
To the "greater good"
To probably more people than you realize
I have a feeling at this point you don't care
There's a lot of things you should at least try
Before you make the plunge
have you loved?
Have you traveled?
Wasted a day?
Have you learned?
Have you felt pain?
Have you lived?
You have to at least live before you die.
Existing is one thing my friend.
We all do that.
Why not at least try to live?
I'll help you
I promise
I have patience
Take your time
Not your life
Please
Just talk to me first.

(794.) Let's Talk About Se..Life! 08/12/07 1:53 AM
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Talk to me of life.
Your life
Someone else's life
Someone's you don't know life
A life you want
A good life
A bad life
The life
No life
Breathe life into a sentence of life
Live life vicariously through a fucking sentence
Please.

(795.) Kill It, Why Not? 08/17/07 4:45 AM - 4:48 AM
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Long blade like shoulders
Callous smile
Grandiose dreams
And she will kill this universe
We will be but red slushes on the ground
Puddled around her ankles
sliding down her leg
We will not move again
The rythm was prescribed
From 30 men
With 30 different views
Of 30 different things
But they meshed horribley
And disorder reigned
Over us.
She will not spare us
with her reptile skin
he will not improve
with his spineless ways
no,
the world is too much for some
and all they'll do is kill it

(796.) Know What To Follow 08/21/07 7:14 PM
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Don't follow your gut.
Follow your heart
but your heart diverts 99% of all queries to the mind
And the 1% it does answer,
You should have asked your soul to begin with.

(797.) Liver Cancer 08/25/07 4:56 PM - 4:58 PM
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I wanted to be there.
And see her smile
Put her head down
Sleep
I wanted to touch her
Let her know it's okay
Hug her
Tell her I loved her
Have her tail wag one last time
I would have cried
I should have cried
I miss her already

(798.) Useless Babble 08/22/07 11 AM
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And so consequentely as a result
implies that the point is demonstrates that
it is clear that therefore then for these reasons
means that it is likely that as a consequence
it indicates that accordingly it follows that
in fact serves to show that we infer that
hence is evidence that suggests in short
it must be that in conclusion
we don't really know anything at all

(799.) Rewrite It Again 08/29/07
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Would you speak to me
in tounges I don't know
of things I have never felt
and perhaps never will

And we will watch tim stumble over itself
into quantum connundrums
that men will kill themselves over
then we can laugh in our our world of uncertainties

I don't know your name
I don't know your goals
I barely know your face
I only know this moment

It seems that's enough
So take my hand
We will rewrite the laws of this world
Finding patterns inbetween the fabrics of our sheets

Making theories
Testing God himself
Teach me about yourself
And I will rewrite my world in your essence

Thank you Banku, rarely anyone comments these days.

(800.) Nice Girl 10/10/07 12:04 PM - 12:13 PM
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I thirst
a year in this wasteland
where I am parched to the soul
has dried me
water will do nothing
love may heal me
but it need be pure

I long for a straw
to dip into the sea of love
and suck
untill the stream is clean
then only true love
will make it through the filter

Here I am though
at the faucet of youth
watching others drink haphazardly
spilling it everywhere
and my knowledge of how precious each drop is
prevents me from quenching this thirst

One cup filled
holds so much poison
that I dare not risk it
and sifting through by hand
take so long

I am tired
I am thirsty
I am lonely
and the water here is tainted.

Can't I just have a nice girl to quench my thirst?


(801.) Pessimistic Drunk
=---------------------------------------------------------=
God damn you Charles.
Just because you made
mistakes
Doesn't mean everyone else is going to
You're a pessimistic
drunk
with more mistakes than
New York
How many bastard children did you have?
Then wayward teens angry with everything
come along and read your drunken
slurs
and have a new lesson for sunday
school
Claiming your fame as proof enough of your backward views
I read you because you make me laugh
I respect you for your drunken way with words
Not your views
You damn
horny
drunken
pessimistic
bastard

(802.) Peddling
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Anything you want,
you can be denied
anything you need
may not be supplied

(803.) Gramophone
=---------------------------------------------------------=
So as she injected the needle
into another dirty groove
the record played a sad song of addiction


(804.) 20% Off On Black Friday
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When you sell your soul,
i suggest you ask for a receipt
when you buy another's soul
make sure to pay extra to have it wrapped in deceit.

Take a chance
Take a chair
But whatever you do
don't just stare


What happiness have we bought?
From devils who decieve we.
It hides our treasure bought hidden smiles
While from souls we sing to Christ
With tounges so full of lament
For the hell we recieve instead

Life shoots me and pushes my body in the trenches
Me still living bleeding out the last bit of hope my people had
I am beset by the down trodden suns
Whose shoulders bowed into the dirt with terror of history
The tides of the weakend words will kill
And oceans of pain and gifts will I rise through
Till I reach heaven
Where God has planned for me a good life
Because all he's given me here was hell.

We took our souls
and peeled away our hopes
and we made you my child
from the shavings

No.
No.
No.
No.
No
No
No no no no no
But still somehow...
yes?

Fuck you,
you piece of white space
I will mar you with words
I will rape you with metaphor
I will inevitably lose to your immensity
But I will not give up writing
How do I beat that which is so vast?
Rhetorical
I already know
For every word I strike against you
I imply a thousand more
So,
fuck you
emptiness

(824.) Recurring Themes It Seems 03/14/08 3:51 AM
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Troubled men write troubled songs,
I shouldn't have to mind at all
That they're crying
yet I do

Happy girls throw up some more
I shouldn't have to mind at all
that they're ashamed
yet I do

Simple men make simple plans
I shouldn't have to mind at all
that they're failing
but I do

I care about you.
I want to help you.
I want to be there
when no one else can
yet I can't.
though I try to

God hates fags they told to me
One day you see
and though I don't quite love my fellow man
to the extent with which they reprimand
I cared

Come to me you down trodden
And nail me to the cross
if makes you sleep at night
if you think it will make you feel alright
just do it

Nike doesn't know at all
and god damnit I'll take the fall
for you
whoever you may be

Mar me with your beliefs
and I will heal you with these hands
but should they wither
or stop to move
my words will have to do
because they are all I have to give you

Take my love
take it far
to the cities everywhere
that children cry
that the innocent die
hell
take it anywhere
that could use a bit
of encouragement

I'm not self-less
I'll want a reward
Give me an update
On how things come to be
And perhaps someday
Someone will bring love back to me
but just your words
that is enough
because really,
that's all I ask of you

=---------------------------------------------------------=
My mind is free.
Take as much as you want.
I have no need for it anymore
Because some day
it will have no need for me
and I would rather break
than have it feel guilt

=---------------------------------------------------------=
the world holds us
and mothers sing songs
that sooth us
and we lay our weary bones
on beds made of promises
because sometimes
today
isn't as good
as yesterday
and no day
for a long time
will be as good as today
but mothers sing to us
and somehow
it's all going to be
okay
It's all going to be okay.


=---------------------------------------------------------=
One more piece fell down today
and it splattered
everywhere
and then it bled
it's dark
brown blood
all over the floor
slowly
i can see the muscles
but not yet the bones
doctor
your patchwork
is impeccable


=---------------------------------------------------------=
i am bleeding
and no one
will love me
don't let me die
please
my world is on fire
and i could put out the flames
but i can't even bring myself
to wake up some mornings
let alone put out the only warmth i get
i want to love
i want to live
i want so little
but even this
im not given
metal outlines a face
of what was
and it chills me
when it is cold
i am dying
and it never warms
there is tomorrow
but i need the food for today
there is love for me
but by god i cant find it
and no one will help me
if i dont help myself
my legs are weak
my eyes are heavier with each blink of time
i am
broke
wont anyone
please
please
for once
fix me.



=---------------------------------------------------------=
I miss
warm breaths
filled with promises
on my neck
warmth of another
splattered with commitment
on my arm
looking into eyes
that would cry, if I cried,
on my shoulder
i want
once again
to know
love


=---------------------------------------------------------=
hope spilled from every pore
and the sun reflected off her glasses
blinding
only if she admired you
I was only blinded once
but it was enough
to make my heart churn
these days it seems my vision
is always crystal clear
won't anyone
blind me


=---------------------------------------------------------=
It grips at my throat
never tightening its grip
never quite choking me
but some how always strangling me

=---------------------------------------------------------=
I met her today
sleek,
soft,
black
hair that was appropriately long
for a woman of her age
she eyed me temptuously
from her perch
and through our social dancing
i showed myself
i was no threat
i was charming
and oh so tempting
once she let me into her world
i stroking her ego
and me being rewarded with her company
and subtle brushes with her skin
she retreated
not of fear
but of testing
and she back away partially
almost to her perch
but still whispering
"love me"
she once again invited me near
but I walked back to my home
and did not pet this harlot
she's the neighbor's cat anyways

=---------------------------------------------------------=
So they leave their fingerprints
on everything they touch
their social fingerprints
their philosophical ideologies
their 10 tips all mothers should know
or maybe just the clothes they wear.
Everywhere they go.
on anything they walk by
on anyone passing by
and it all matters
but it's up to you
to filter out what not to care about
Do you become the will of the way of the world
or lock yourself down in your own little temple
a temple for god
a temple for objectivism
a holy ground for meditation
a trainwreck for drugs
Do you casually browse
picking up only the really
must have
look of the season?
Well, you're a show-off
but it's okay,
we all are a little bit
you guys just pull it off well
How about whatever?
You're lazy
but it's okay,
we all are a little bit
Or perhaps you look for you,
you know what you want
and you know where to find it
so you get it
And you?
You're an individual.
For better
or
neurosis
So we leave our fingerprints
On everything we touch
and every book we read
movie we see
life we live
leaves a little bit of a signature
hidden in their work
And do you follow their trail?
Or blaze your own
A few good friends
or thousand shitty pretty witty ones?
You always choose.
Whether you're aware of it or not.
The brain
is your computer-muscle-machine
of a beast
and it does your bidding
but do you chip away the stone
or just coat the sides in color
in your programming
of it's functions
it's called plasticity
and maybe
you've just got
rigidity
Whatever the cause.
You've got choices to make people.
So wake,
the fuck,
up.

=---------------------------------------------------------=
And that's all we are
Divisible parts of a whole
or just individuals standing so close together
we lose each other
And I preach the middle path
like Buddha
but I preach the painful path
like Jesus
i am also aware of the blissful path
that some men get to take
the more ideas
that i find
the more my picture completes itself
and i see who i am
and who you are
and what we will become
if we do nothing
if we do something
if we do anything
i dont know all the variables
and i am stuck in a pattern
a self referential loop
but not a loop
more so a rhythm
a pattern
where I refine things i find
and these little jewels of mine
i hang them from my neck
like a jack-ass artist on the street
i can lie to you and say i dont care
and i wouldn't,
if i didn't want to
but i know it's all important
that everything
has a place
even if that place
is to be out of place
because only in the absence of somethings
did you know they even existed in the first place
life as we know it is complex
so we just go with the flow
because someone else will write the laws
because someone else has my safety in mind
but we're taught it's cool
to be an individual
it's cool to be cool
to be a part of a crowd
but the true individuals
they're on the outside
but never for long
they'll be eaten by this machine of society
ground up
spit out
culture industries churning
producing the next big thing
replicating
until our words mean nothing
because it has all been done before
until we can't tell where our tastes begin
and what we've been told to like ends
and the true individuals
are not even individuals
they're just different
it's not hard to be one of a kind
it's not hard to be one of the crowd
it's not hard to be yourself
it's hard to be appreciated
hard to be genuine
hard to be loved
easy to love
because no matter how loose you are
how frigid you are
they don't always want to climb the wall
they don't want to solve the puzzle
they just want things on a silver platter
but the right people
they don't want something spoon fed
if you're given the prize at the start,
why play the game?
value is determined by rarity
scarcity
demand
I have a high price on my head
and no one will buy it
because the reserve is too high
because the shipping is too high
because it's not easy enough
here is my mind
it is intricate
it may be ugly
but it's mine
and I'm proud
this reality of ours
i'm proud
this society of ours
im not
i'm not selfish
i'm not selfless
I'm Mitchell.
I'm me.
As i have always been.
Always will be
and i will be eaten
or cast out
either way
i dont want to die
alone

=---------------------------------------------------------=
Vulgarity
Propensity
Utility
Consummation
Vulva
Clitoris
Words
Rambling
On


=---------------------------------------------------------=
I've broken my eyes again
tape to the side
my view has changed once more
and we have recalculated it all
to fit


=---------------------------------------------------------=
You speak like you have a voice
I just hear echoes
You move like you have a purpose
All I see is a shell
You crack like you have secrets
But i see nothing of value
You speak like you know what love is
and you may very well
but I can't trust you
because you're someone else


=---------------------------------------------------------=
Lungs full of fuzzy details
coughing
i am dotting my eyes
crossing my tease
the floor is pouncing
my head is hanging
collarbone flipped up
shoulder blades sheathed
skin peeled back
i am diseased
and we clap
my ear bleeds

I wake up on the floor
my glasses are broken
it's not like I could see anyways
the smoke overwhelmed the oxygen
my eyes asphyxiated
i'm in love
or gravity is failing
no,
gravity is winning
is seems to always win
when flesh and bones are involved
i cut my ear on god knows what
it's kicked in more by now
the blunt trauma only helped
i can't hear out of one ear
it's a good night


=---------------------------------------------------------=
And I'll say something,
anything,
and you'll eat it
because i tell you it is delicious
and by god you will believe me
by god you will understand
by me you call me god
by my hands you will know suffering
by my deeds you will feel pain
by my word will you live
by my choices you will die
and by you accepting these terms
you accept me as your holy savior
because I speak with such authority
I must know what I'm talking about
besides,
we all just want to be accepted right?
so just do as i say
and we'll do fine
and you won't die
till I'm ready for you to
because I know what suffering is
and you only have a fleeting suspicion
of what life even is
the unexamined life is not worth living
i've examined this one I'm offering
rather meticulously
wouldn't you agree?
it's worth living
but is it worth enough
because you don't want to sell yourself short
heavens no
because momma says you're special
by god momma must be right
by her words you must be a god
by god you've got it
by me you'll accept it
by her you'll regret it
but after-all
we do want to think for ourselves don't we?
well, I've thought it all out just for you
and this is certainly what you would do
in any and all situations
so just give your life to God
and everything will go according to his plan
my plan
your plan
our plan
wouldn't you agree?


=---------------------------------------------------------=
I am the sum of my parts
P + A + R + T + S = I
I am Me
I = Me
But I swear to you
Me = Present + Past
I = Present + Past + Future
Me = I
only if me has no future
but are you so certain that
Me = Present + Past
Yes, when I say Me
I mean the accumulation of I to this point
Splitting hairs?
No,
I round after 5 decimal points on principle alone.
but maybe
You = Too Far
Clever,
You = Me
Mirroring conversation
You = Insane
You're not a method actor
You = Nothing
No,
You = Nothing
and you're just trying to justify that by saying
You = Me
Just because it's not fun anymore
you want to quit
life isn't all games
you know
yes,
i do know
don't I?
(There's no point to this poem,
and if there is I don't know it
don't slave too much time
trying to solve it,
write it off as insanity
and if that doesn't work
write it off as genius
either way,
don't lose sleep)

=---------------------------------------------------------=
Her muscles get too weak
and they can't run her heart anymore
and her arm goes numb
she goes numb
he's tired and he never slept last night
but he's still working
she's tired
she's frail
she's dying
and I am powerless to stop it
and I go numb from the pain
pain that is nothing
nothing
like what she feels
and that hurts me more
because I want to take all that pain away
give it to me,
please
she doesn't deserve it
she's dying
and I'm crying
and I have no right to
because she isn't
impermanence?
i dont want her to go
numb
but hurting
that's what she said it felt like
that is dying
numb
but still hurting
they pump her full of drugs
and shes loopy
and she's numb
she is hurting
she's my mother
and there's nothing I can do
and it hurts
but I can't complain
because she hurts worse
but when you love someone
their happiness is your own
their pain is your own
or at least
you wish it was


Fuck Yes? Fuck Yeah!
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I'm dancing by myself
more and more these days
even though I am a creature of rhythm
I need someone to rock with
I need someone to connect with
as always,
a romantic with no material
and the people are a large mass
of untouchable sweat
i am not an island
i am just uninhabited
most of the time
two x's mark the spot of my
virility?
innocence?
straight edge?
who knows
perhaps I'm just as empty
as those other people
that I so despise
but I am full of knowledge
but no way to prove it
because I'm never given a chance
I want to love someone
I want to be loved
but no one
wants me
my friends outgrow me
but in all honesty
they just drift away
and I'm growing up
all by myself
time and time again
i'll keep bettering myself
until someday
I might be good enough
for someone
this is the sound of my soul dying
this is feeling in my heart
this is life for me sometimes
but there's always tomorrow
or tonight
or whenever
I just wish I didn't have to
go it alone


=---------------------------------------------------------=
she sings melodiously
with her large breasts weighing on her chest
her lungs large filled with happy air
hidden away behind a thin,
but bright and solid red
clothe of tapered humility

she dances rhythmically
topless
the beads bouncing
more than her breasts
the board bejeweled with trinkets
that men have offered
the bushel of her hair
held in by a crown
armlets
a fire
the wild
passion

she covers her eyes
skin speckled with freckles
soft,
soft,
so soft to the touch
her shirt is green
her heart is young
and I don't want her to take her hands away
for fear she won't like what she sees

she drapes her arms over him
her wings long and beautiful
arched over to fit in the picture
his are short
black
and sad
her hands touch him
his long fiery hair
her long glowing mane
her face has no features
and his
is just sad

the water parts around him
the earth begins anew
God?
Man?
waves wash over
speckles of blood
and battle
of friendships broken
the earth begins

fire on the horizon
cat tails jutting up
birds flying by
the water is just another fire

beautiful
swirling
colorful
lively
untouchable
unthinkable
so close to reality
chaos

a flower
made of paper
held up by dedication
a little love
and metal

he is sitting
grayed
aged
alone in darkness
but light erupting
from his soul
and clashing
with the soul
trapped
deep within
those pages
and he sets them free
once more
because all he has left
he's already set free
and he prays each night
"Please,
let them come back to see me."
his face is respectable
his hair is still there
and you know he's wise
but always forever
alone

blank walls
dotted with art
sweet
delicious
life

Value
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How do you judge the value of a man?
Money earned
Fame attained
Friends gathered
Women won
Women kept
Books read
Art made
Lessons learned
People helped
Children raised
Ideas spread

For me?
Do you make enough money to support yourself,
and those you love?
Did you taste fame,
but all the while kept humility?
Do you have many friends,
or just many acquaintances?
Have you made wondrous love,
or just fucked an awful lot?
Were you a good husband,
or just a trophy?
Do you have all the knowledge in the world,
and you know what to do with it?
Did you make something all your own,
or just made something that certainly wasn't theirs?
At the end of life do you have no regrets,
or just a lot of what-ifs?
Do you help others because you want to,
or because you think it's impressive?
Are your children their own person,
or just a new vehicle for your sin?
Did you share something useful,
or did you just ponder to yourself?

I don't know how to word the judgment of a man
for I think it is not my place to judge
but I do
and I apologize
I won't decree any verdicts,
but perhaps
we should be our own judges?
and be aware of what we do
because i can't just dance
i wish i could
but when there is no music
it is just my own rhythm
and that's fine if I'm dancing
with someone else
but we're not most of the time
we're on our own feet
our own time,
so why not be judged
by our own standards?
just make sure
you've got
good standards