Alive, but dead inside.
I've had my feel, but I feel empty.
gained knowledge, but I've learned nothing.
I'm relaxed, yet I feel so anxious.
No care in the world, but I'm paranoid,
I feel valid, yet null and void.
I'm stoned, relaxed, I lack velocity,
in this hectic, fast changing world.
People change, But I stay the same.
I long for change, but I see others
moving without a care.
I feel alone.
Adventure is what I long for,
but my boat is docked at the harbour.
As others leave in search of new lands,
I hold the fort, why did I stay?
Pouring port in a coffee stained mug,
take a couple sips, reluctant, I drink it up.
The twilight haze of the evening outside my window,
all the lives surrounding me up, down and below.
warmth from the orange lights of the houses in view,
in this cold, mellow near darkness of the blue.
Light a cigarette, I must digress, I don't smoke,
I just put it in there as a random joke.
Just to add for the mood and the atmosphere,
back to the poem, now, we're right here,
the static of the TV hissing away loudly,
I'm on my laptop, typing proudly
my next opus. I'm an egotistical writer,
acting pyro flicking on and off my lighter.
I don't care what everyone thinks,
I'll be here and gone in a blink.
I'm an intelligent, self righteous man,
I'm the only one here with a master plan.
I am a creative mind, I should be treated like a king,
Like a rapper, I deserve swag, necklace and rings...
'Shut up, Steve, you write as bad as you sing'
there is untold joy in each minute...second
and nanosecond, a year fits into a day
if the day is a bad enough day,
(or a good enough day)
most people are so conditioned,
they never take the time to think about things like that,
the power of living in each moment,
as if a lifetime
was wrapped up in it,
and a galaxy.
because they don't, they can only live their lives
being slaves to their own brainwashed minds.
and now that's what sad is, if you ask me,
but then, all of that could change if you rush out tomorrow
and buy a new house or nice big expensive car.,
2:47 AM 7/12/2013 ©
many moons ago
I could have
thought this be true,
but love is never lost,
it's just removed
from our view,
enough is always enough,
when enough has been done,
it just isn't always easy,
and rarely ever fun.
when it's seems
nothing has been gained,
the truth remains in a seed,
It's usually plenty enough,
just not what filled the need.
when love's always sweet,
tough love is what's missing,
it's isn't always about,
all the hugging and kissing.
let go and let love,
show your true love the way,
sometimes it's the pain that cures,
the heart too shallow and grey.
blow it away,
and let go of expectation,
you'll find most times that even love,
needs a vacation!!!!
10:14 PM 6/29/2013 ©
The illusions created by the hands of love,
Frequently seeming to fit like a glove,
A gentle reminder for us to take heed,
Love is not an emotion, or a romantic need.
Love's more like a guide that puts us in our place,
It's alluring illusions wrap it's difficulties in grace,
It whispers for us not to ever be scared,
But to seek from it, balance,
And then to be shared.
It can be confusing, but will never desert,
And not always about one removing their shirt,
When we start closing doors on it's virtues requested,
Our heart becomes cold, and unable to grasp it.
If you cannot accept this and try to control,
You'll get just what you for ask, dreams that cannot unfold,
If you shut out it's reality, refusing to see,
You'll get only illusions, nothing in reality.
The more that you shut yourself off from life's pain,
Your return will be illusive, with nothing to gain,
But if you embrace it, and accept in whole,
It will fill up your heart, and shelter your soul.
When love sends good feelings, it's meaning to say,
"This is my best for you, if you'd like me to stay,
there is more to this feeling of heavenly bliss,
that can only get better, but it's not just with a kiss,
If your wish is for kissing and hugging and sex,
You will have to accept that your wish is my hex."
Love will be shallow or deep as you ask,
Love can be hateful, or abundant...it too can wear a mask,
If you make love a game, it will show you the door,
It's not only for pleasure, it's so, so much more.
5:50 PM 6/21/2013
...the bridge of a soul from what is,
to what is not, and from what is not,
to what might, can, or should, be.
it is a turn of events in the schism
that shrouds the evolution of
the universe in it's momentum
to be empowered or to wither in
time and space, it is an immeasurable force,
both minescule, and prodigious,
and incapable of comprehending itself
in it's relation to the infinty
that holds it's ongoing
it is untold potentiality that
manifests itself through the
guidance of all that is,
and queries that surround
are the pivotal levers that
hold the breath of the universe
in the interims, gently teetering
upon the fulcrums that
balance the stars and planets.
every new question, thought, awareness,
of every human, anywhere upon the earth,
and every spark of emotion or emergence of enlightenment
contributes to expansion or contraction of all that is...
...and all that is not.
and so to ask the question
of 'to be, or not to be?'
is really just a waste of time
as we know it...
...an oxymoron, maybe,
and yet, all questions
refer back to it.
4:18 PM 5/4/2013 ©
Love is like a well
As you go deeper
All things go darker
When you sink on its end,
You won't know you drowned
You think all are sound
Love is like a bottle
You can fill it up
You can break it up
You'll never know when it's full
You think all are wonderful
Until you find yourself doomed
Love is like a brick
So firm that you can build a house
But strong enough to bring it down
This brick can be a tool
To hit one's heart and break it
To beat one's hope and sink it
Love is like a candle
Bringing light to your world
But hurts when you get burned
Love is like a rose
So magical when it's fresh
But it's awful when it's dead
if you think that
you know yourself
then it means you
why would you want
to do that?
i hear people say
and it makes me
feel a bit
not because i am
with myself, but
because the thought
everything there is
to know is sort of
a ridiculous one.
no one knows
there is to know,
not even about
when you are dead
i imagine you might
that ever was,
i used to
think that i
you wake up.
then you can
live a more
have a good
There is a girl with cuts on her wrist,
with dying at the top of her list.
She closes her eyes and counts to ten,
she's ready to try this all again.
She grips the blade a little tighter,
tried so hard to be a fighter.
The world she knows starts to fade away,
she's happy she doesn't have to stay.
Slowly everything fades to black,
a smile on her face because she knows she's not coming back.