the endless corridor.

tongue tied and twisted

confused beyond logic
should have me committed
living at somewhat chronic
yet mystic
levels of perception.
Damn me to hell,
I admit it,
that at a nightmare’s reception
I abandon the infinite
and
I’m left rather lonely and fatalistic.
Solidity is rejected
Blurred lines get intercepted
by new lines
by fine lines
by old lines
Inception.
How can I break out of a cell that’s been created
by a being that lives in more dimensions than
I can pray in?

and all dimly lit exits come to a close with thick chains.

and all of these hallways lead to scary rooms in my brain.

Learning Styles

He taught me to appreciate the nice words

by overusing the hurtful




You teach me to appreciate the nice words

by only using them when you mean them.

High Contrast Corn Syrup

The truth is
because of past hurt

I've become quite guarded.

My verses grow generic,
like they're pumped with chemicals
on some corporate cropland
Like some high fructose corn syrup
diluted with too much water.
Sometimes my words
fail to impress
like the pages of a shallow book
forging a leaf
may fail to preserve
like the inky old arm of a typewriter
may fail to set

And though I know I have my emotions
and though I know that they are
all tightly wound
in colorful spools
I have not yet chosen
what the theme of my public tapestry will be.
So in the mean time,
I utilize my safest chromes
my purely negatives
and positives.
Conservatively I etch in
the occasional shade
just to give me
the slightest hint of depth.

To you I seem
bland
vapid
insipid
and
monochromatic

but don't let that fool you


The color's only missing
because I haven't shown you yet.

An Old One

You're just stones in my pocket
and I'm drowning so fast
You're just bones out of socket
humoring ghosts of the past

I've got a hole in my vessel

a crack in my mast


I've got a whole ship screaming
and this ocean's so vast.

Double Helix

my view from inside the whirlwind
where somehow
I seem to've stopped time

this place where
one moment's forever

where connection's by one finite line.

I'm talking about
the window
where solely I look through to yours

cautiously I dare to remember
bits of the scenes and the horrors

We severed ties on a foggy platform

highheels cocked inward with worried knees

Then parted eyes from our telescope romance



rolling waves crushing into icy sleeves.

truth

May.

I've got a mouthful of truths

and I've been chewing

and chewing

and chewing them up

just to get them down.

But if you keep putting your words in there

ones that don't belong

ones that aren't mine

I might just spit them all in your face.

The Tortoise and the Hare

How can you respect her

when she still believes

in nonsense things

--

Like God and Love.

?