Hand in hand,

misery walked with me.

I searched and searched,

but could not find D3.

Four hours I looked,

five bus tokens I spent.

Everywhere was sold out,

so across the city I went.

"You should have reserved a copy."

Store clerks all pointed out.

"Fuck you kid!" and more,

Sun in the expanse

Girl on the bike

Its a squeeze 

Sun in the eyes

Girl on the lip

of the seat

beer cold in plastic

promise.

How I wish this fractured mirror reflection would lie to me

Twisting, contorting, to be the pretty picture you want me to be

If only I could turn back time and wipe my soiled slate clean

Burying, hiding, so I can masquerade as pure and pristine

I stole the colours from the artist’s den

To paint a picture, of our friendship my friend

Honesty and humour, companionship and strength

are amongst a few of what I wanted to paint.

I painted through the summers’ breeze

Frosty winters, autumn and spring

A picture so dear, I’ll paint through my years

AN:Hey guys, it's been a while. Well, I'm back with some poetry, and while I feel this piece isn't particularly strong I felt like sharing it. I will say that critiques are welcome as always, but I  would like to ask that you be gentle in this particular case, because this poem is awfully personal for me.

Everyday with this sadness.

On the edge of certain madness.

Malevolent whispers in the dark.

Twisted thoughts have left their mark.

Other people, whom I can't relate.

Have left me in a contorted state.

The days end as the Sun begins to fall.

Personal demons grow upon the wall.

Roses were red.
My life was blue,
Until that one day
When I met you.
You brought me happiness.
You brought me love
like a guardian angel in disguise
that came down from above.
You captured my heart,
and enslaved my soul.
With your ever-loving presence,

  Am I serving a kind of punishment,
  or might I be part of a concealed plot?
  Could it be that I’m part of something good?
  Perhaps this life is that which no one thought.
  As I look back at all that I have done
  it looks as though my actions lack in worth.

Love is the most beautiful lie that compels us to accomplish unimaginable acts. The very lie that makes us swear and promise eternal commitment is in itself a limited anomaly. This fairy tale goes hand in hand with the most amazingly stunning creature ever known to man.

He was not what I had expected, that silent boy,

Who smiled gently at me and proceeded

To pull upon a thread. It was not painful,

Only curious. I was being unraveled, it

Was as if I had been made of this miniature

Thread all along but I had just not looked

Close enough. I tried to ask a question but

I didn't want you to end,

But you did. Like a flare

At sea, you faded. Once aglow

With fiery heart, then

Plunged into dark waves and a 

Sea so black all trace of

Your red soul was drowned.

I am left cold holding the

Lifeless steel of your bedside.

I am lost in an ocean, yet

With the things that we know now,

and the knowledge we've lost.

you say things are better,

but what was the cost?

If knowledge is power,

then why are we weak?

Who's really in charge here?

Is the answer I seek.

We've become so corrupt,

conditioned with lies.

Harvey’s the name and capturing souls is my game

I know, my moniker should be something more nasty and vile

Maybe Azazel or Labal. But I’m not looking for fame

That’s my whole gig, to sneak up on ya’ with a hook and a smile

Nothing gets me goin’ more (if you know what I mean)

Than the poor schmucks who think I don’t exist

It started out with small, insignificant things here and there

Then my favorite records started disappearing, one by one

I asked him if he’d seen them, his wily answer “nope, I swear”

Then items around the house; that made things seem undone

Shivers run up my spine as I feel the cold air.
The moonlight gleams, cascading my curves.
Dressed in nakedness, I lay before you.
My chest synchronized with rapid breaths
...of wanting you.

Passion and desire is all I have to offer.

Of the stars in the sky,

some faded, others bright.

Briefly I join them,

bringing end to the night.

Of the Sun I'm prologue,

I come before the day.

I guide the mighty Sun,

and I show him the way.

Of the peoples of Earth,

for who I do labour.

I sit and wait as Father Winter comes to greet Mother Earth,

And I watch the snow fall lightly outside my window perch.

The branches that sway with leaves,

Will soon hold their weight in snow.

The animals that usually come out to eat,

Now will surely go.

The cool autumn air will give way to,

I Hope that I die quickly,

With no where else to run.

 I also hope I'm all alone,

To see just who would come.

I bet nobody would care,

About the suffering and the pain.

They would all imagine,

The things they were to gain.

If in my will I left them,

A shiny diamond ring,

I do,

I did,

I left.

Can you,

Forgive,

My Wreck.

I told you,

I’d be Done,

If you sought,

That show of One.

Now I am all alone,

Can’t look past all the moves,

And all the suffering,

I have Done.

Dreams of you still appear,

Sands whip around the red curvature

Of flesh and the white-bone roads.

Cheap plastic crowns blow across

the empty doomscape.

I ride a sputtering steed to

Collapse and a final roar.

If it had been an animal

I would have buried it.

The burned soldiers with their

I'm Not sure that's right.
Live It Forward..
Makes a bit more sense to me.
I gave a one eye, crippled man
$1.30 today for Bus Fair.
He only needed 5 Ones for his Five Dollar bill,
No one spoke, so I said
"We got 130, if you can find 20 cents, you on the bus"
He was stoked...

White light creeps across my haunt.

It finds me curled, reticent 

as a bud before warmth,

a root before wet.

The ruddy grey, so heavy,

the stone tower on top of me -

is impossible. The grey grey

blur ties me til painful white

touches skin. Aching sun

erodes me and the tower upon

It took only seconds just to realize,

I was drunk with crooked eyes.

I went up to the biggest guy,

And laid a warm right hook

On his eye.

On his eye, we Ain’t Shy.

That just kicked us out,

With All my buddies, kicked out

Of Our local pub.

After only one punch and

I’m sorry,

The public should be wiser,
our wealth controlled by misers.
Breed more sheep for the pasture,
bow down before the master.

When it comes to worldly knowledge,
you don't need to go to college.
Scare tactics promote the system,
tie us down in neo-serfdom.

*Some of the rhymes are a bit..iffy? So try to get past that...Ahaha.(:*

I have come to a realization.

I am my own creation.

I am exhausted from years of this fight.

I have awoken with a new sight.

No matter what they will judge me.

Why has this taken so long for me to see?