Friends and Foes

Pointing out my friends is like a finger aiming at a closet of skeletons.

Asking man about his ends without the means is easy clean.
Trying to understand the understatement that is in between.

The truth in scenario is that our life holds on, as we do, its see through, it won't take long.

Mimicked by the dangers, a society of strangers, a nutured shortcoming, that proves lonely as it angers.

I seek, and even when I find it, I know I've got to hit the road and quit this focused diet. An imbacel with embryo, when everything lacks luster. A memory that balances as road is traced by rubber.

I'll be here tomorrow, but meaning dies and ressurects, I hate to feel a graveyard of the structures never seen erect.
The places never seen through eyes when they are bright and broadened. A hollow hole can house a soul, if not so, for this longing.

I hate a world thats starving, the people are sadistic, and man if it aint me its somebody else realistic. I feel so fucking empty, please pardon when I curse. These feelings are unfriendly, more than likely, well... deserved.

Apology

To feel.. to see.. to ache.. to breath
To make, believe
To branch a tree..

It's intimate it's beauty-filled
the sickness swift, I'm usually ill
I'm well intention did I miss?
The whole foundation brick by brick?

years have passed, and here I am
In the midst of many friends
forgive me man, for I have sinned
I've been lost to next of kin

but lets let loose.. and find the sound
so I can swim on feelings found
so I can bring a substance sweet
and soothe the urge to grit my teeth

Don't let me fall upon the way
in search of hope and brighter days
don't find me vanquished in my fears
i'll leave out the forgotten years

your smile is one i love to read
your voice is like a melody
I coast and drift like planks of wood
but now I'm here, and it's all good

I pray that I can be your friend
and learn to laugh and love again
I pray the sickness falls and fades
leaving us here, a colorful ray

What is This World?

Quenching my ancient thirsts
So you know? Oh..
Thats how it works.
Used to write lines of purpose
Now pushed past skins surface

Am I doing a service?
Outside the kingdom of thieves
Wondering motive and means
After all said and done
There isn't much to be seen

Is this kingdom deserved?
I just swerve and I bevel
Rebel and revel trying to state
The unknown
Well I'm pelted with rain
outside this once known home

Its a vivid causation, broad catastrophe
Instilled, Invert, stiring laughs in me
A pity, a vice, a blessed insight
A willingness scripted during darkness at night
A widdling world, a reason to write
An epologue speaking on whats sought to know
This world I perceive, what it asks of my soul..

Conclusions on currents that alter the mood
An altitude brisk and a bright attitude
Maybe tomorrow Ill poke out my head
Till then Ill find respite while dreaming in bed

Room of Noble Souls

Say what you will, speak what you will, feel your ill will.

I and many others like myself are gifts to the world. We are not of it, in the sense we recognize ourselves as visitors, we are faithful to one another, we are believers in each other. Among the dross and forgetfullness of the general populace, we stand, men. Real men and woman, not of the customary norm, the status quo, but of a spirit of vision, broadness, and unconsumed beauty.

We are not of the world, we are too great, but we are sent to help and aid the best we can, offering our insights, our abilities, our joys and sorrows alike. I rememeber you, because you are a noble kindred spirit, and I thank you for representing honor in these days. A new chapter opens, and maturity sprouts from the beaten wall of history.

Untitiled

Break the rules, shatter the confines
Sew the Earth, plowed by the combines Quench your thirst with a strong drink
As water flows, wine, brings cause to think..

I sink low, I think wide
I feel depth so I dive
From each isle, from both sides
Coast to coast, tide to tide

Its a thought misconstrued
Its a word I won't use
A secret thought, swift attacked
So this time, I'll fight back

 I'll grow strong, I'll climb high
Escape doubt, suffer trials
Learn to love, see, and taste
Expedite each mistake

Light a match for the child
Who breeds wonder so mild
Give a chance to a boy
Who does naught but destroy

Heed the call, keep the pace
In this battle of faith
Choice to bind to the brakes
Yet I know, what it takes..

And I know, where I've been
And I sense, where I'm going
Yes I see who I am
Understand that I'm growing

At a pace sceptics shun
At a rate beanstalks usher
To this man whose a boy
There are gifts to discover

A Distilled Sonnet

Like a baby teething
Each moment timeless
Life is so fleeting
Sighs the modest

Hot air fills the room
Like stones take the quarry
Hot air baloons boom
The most wholesome story

A blue vivid dream
Elapsifies reason
A monument screened
The turning of season

A stone wheel invented
But decades away
A story commended
Reduced back to clay

Ash dust and logic
Moonbeams and such
Words of a prophet
Forgotten during rush

A race to the pinnacle
The whose of the whos
A voyage symmetrical
To ages and clues

To war and to bellow
To laugh and to rest
To harsh someones mellow
To piece in each step

Each line is a runestone
A figment of lore
From babe to the tombstone
Onward we implore

Crushed Grapes

Seeping into a stone mug

Blending with synergy

Bleeding thier blessing

Upon the spout that pours

These purple grapes

Willingly squashed under our feet

Are the fruits of a long harvest

Being prepared for wine

To stomp and feel their cool eruption

Is a pleasure in itself

Though to drink their godly nectar

Is pure benediction

It infuses and intoxicates

Making one spin and dream

With each fallen inhibition

We stray closer to the godly throne

It is orgasmic, it is benign

So as season concludes, we drink

Above the clouds, beneath the Earth

Beyond the moon, within the sun

No cup is left wet

Each drop swept clean by our tongues

The other plants lay lame in harvest

Weeping, seeing their purpose unendowed

The liquids of our welfare,

The spoils of our spirits,

The fruits of our toil,

With thirst born of endurance

We drink..

The wine of crushed grapes