little monster under my head

with an unscrupulous intent, here, we, banging heads together
life has assaulted us and we fear it, will there ever come a day
when precious life can be cast away, and in it's place we put
things a little more understood, and will that action take away
all the pain it's caused today, because a thing being not for good
leaves my trees bare, as the winds call to take my shade
but having not heard the call, to heed, i make peace with the beast
and put my shoes back under bed, hoping not to see it rear its head 

i remember elizabeth reed

i bet you wonder how life could be,

if you had even the slightest understanding of me

you never noticed that i always saw you

i always knew exactly what you were thinking

you hardly even had to speak,

your bullshit was always a pleasure to wade through

you never noticed that I was happy to do it

stand there and tell your stories,

thoughts that you hadn't decided on, made as fact in seconds

and all that makes up your being.

hahhaa you said, you never knew me at all....

and you believe it.

things change

upon writing I find myself caught up

not in the way we used to be

not a cherry blossom way either

caught higher than I've been

seen where I don't care to hide

riding waves with tides

braver than the wise

things change I said and your palms bleed

its not that I hadn't noticed I

just didn't want to point out my mistake

admiration is thick for your portrait is yet to dry

one painted long ago by a brush that ceases to be

never to be added to but always to cherish

I remember the day my charge was done

the sweat that poured, the cut on my chin

my shadow leering in the corner, wondering

Miss shaped took place,  my dreaming eyes

painted more than I saw, more than was there

for had I imagined
 only a hollow shell,

that is what I would have made, but I saw

so much more. I painted your portrait well

and that idea is mine, you wouldn't dare take

another picture from the wall and declare it yours

change it to suit you,

no,

you accept them,

to hell with them.

I am that I am.

my mind is my own.

I'll pull your pictures off the wall

declare them mine, shatter all the mirrors

because I cant stand to see mee

scream leave me alone, they'll fall

one by one, the pillars of your mind

until it happens again

I will tear at them

think of a magnifying glass

do you want to see what's really there

or do you really, really care.

justly so

making the hidden work stand out in front of our eyes
bold and bidding, daring but never seem to try
just from one to another
it was all true all the time and we never knew
pulling string like teeth to get in the ring
with gold hemmed gloves
lobby for me making my case grandstanding
sympathetic latter half taking plans to stands
don't worship the calf
I couldn't begin to tell you how wrapped around nail
of the fingers of "Fate" rise to power as of late
the Federal WAL....L
he was the cream of the crop you see and was loved
he didn't know what he'd to lose and grace when forth
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
this power that's amassed, this trickery still binding
came forth from a love first days light blinding
and to Him return

impower

Scratching the surface I open up
a big lift of green smoke a tug of blue
lay back and keep the textured ceiling company
as my mind drifts down this warm river
I can't help but touch on that warm gravy
abducting and deducing, reducing and deducting
reflecting but unable to see so clearly, you
deflecting any attempt to subdue
rationality that quivers my Bones, makes me ache
gives me a fucking headache

I'm falling-but not down-up
scaling the face, Rushmore sized at the base
remorse, regret, rebuttal and debates
then Sin, then, let it in
I've been born again
but not again and again and again
don't you see the dictation, or is it diction?
the lines are being fed in front of you
your ear just isn't keen enough to listen
despite all intuition, it's all in inflection

homeword

I hit my home key in silence, trudging through
seas of septum sinking serenity
an eternity, benevolent race
and tiding binds in me, into you and out
i have no moon to afflict,
no spaces to grab without already made out self serving portions
the kind that serve the self
the self serving kind

I lie and wonder

I lay in wonder, cardnals breaking the red out of the spectrum
Yellowed decayed foam, looking quite thirsty
a beating velvet heart pumps saphire red indirect
have you found me wanting,
i found nothing waiting
I Found Nothing,
not hopes nor dreams
casting gazes into
out of thin air
nothing, more than thin air
tangable in an intangible idea
seemingly paradoxical