Mercurial Twitch

Mercurial twitch

Ephemeral stitch

In this fabric of space time

Continual itch

Leave less to imagination

And more to exaggeration

From dust we come without an explanation

Who dropped the ball

The tall will all fall

Good thing the universe was on call

The semblance of a maker

Couldn't be more faker

Than the tears in the eyes of a full-blown hater

Witches & Wizards

Magicians & Blizzards

Insignificant blips on my radar

That frequently go to far

Lies to be told to my face

Behind my back

Tied to my waist

Weigh me down

For a round

It's more than a pound

More like a ton

Smashing me into the ground

What a waste...

Normal?

Normalcy only runs skin deep

Because underneath lies the secrets we do not speak

constantly punctuating an endless stream of thoughts

The mask of Normal festers and rots

Do not search my soul for what is not there

Can you not accept the lie that I openly wear?

High Tide

Starting fresh

New friends at my side

A second chance

Comes at high tide

Wash away the sorrow

Regrets and mistakes

Here's a new tomorrow

One more chance to save face

What is old is now gone

Carried in by the current

Life starts anew

And I know that I've earned it

Redeemed

Tethered to a lever

Moving to the off position

Ten more minutes till my last transmission

Restless souls and broken bones

Hope for time, to atone

Staring at the light at the end of the tunnel

It’s dim and just a little bit muddled

Dwindling hope

Resting on my heart

“Do as your told, and just play your part”

Is what you remember from before things went so wrong

How could you let it go on so long

Remorse and regret colors your vision

Just enough time for one last decision

Make the right choice and maybe then

You can release yourself from your sin

One good deed in this world of man

Can redeem your conscious, and let you start again.

The Victor's Road

On my road to redemption

No exemption from this ascension

Bursting out laughing

Just to release the tension

Not to mention

That my henchmen

Prevent me from my big win

Cause they're all broken tin-men

Sinning their unforgivable sins

Because the blacksmith

Forgot to give them all hearts

Why must I suffer for the death of a lost art

Please, let go of my coattails

So I can float to the top

You're weighing me down

And it has to stop

Victory isn't gained from

Carrying dead weight

You're a transparent mass of misplaced hate

Don't despair in my success

Go get your own

It's time to take you're own quest

It's time to build you're own thrown

About A Girl

About this girl I knew

About this girl I remember

She was the apple of my eye

From January to December

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year

Turned into decades

I've spent so near

To a girl I've never uttered a word

I know this situation seems absurd

But she was intimidating

Beautiful too

And I was afraid

This much is true

I thought I had

All the time in the world

To muster up the courage

To speak to this girl

But now I'm leaving

Gone on my way

But the girl of my dreams

She will forever stay

Better Days

Dedicated to the standard

Of the olden, golden

Good old days

When I was not beholden

Frequented by dreams

Of the dead and gone

Mind games to be played

In my head all day long

Looking for an excuse

For this noose around my neck

Preemptively forsaken

In my journey's endless trek

Positively breathless

With a negative outlook

Dark days ahead

Look like chimney soot

Blacker than black

on the brightest of days

My future is clouded

In a regret shaded haze

Stuck in the pattern

Of old stubborn ways

I've given up

On life's tangled maze

If I Was A Zombie

If I was a zombie

Tell me what you would do.

Would you try to get rid of me

Like the gum from under your shoe.

Would you scream in surprise

As I reached for your brain.

Its not my fault

That I just can’t be tamed.

Its hard for a zombie in times of distress.

People blame us for things

And it gets me really depressed.

Misunderstood, you could say that again.

Sometimes I feel like the world's got it in.

For all us Zombies

And that's just not right.

So.......

Tell me.

If I were a zombie

What would you do?

I would like to know

Just in case...

Spectator

Cut me in the throat

Let the words spill out

They've got my tongue

You won't hear me shout

Free will is a joke

To be thrown in your face

Choices and options

This illusion's disgrace

Chained and caged

In my own freedom

This appearance of independence

Fools no one

Propagated by the masses

That are ruled by the few

A lie masquerading as the one sole truth

We sit and we watch

We stare and we sigh

And let ourselves be taken in by this lie

But I do not anger

Or quicken to fear

I weep for the world

With one soulful tear

This captive freeman

Will watch the world burn

Watch it break down because no one could learn

That this lie wasn't truth

But fabrication of man

An unstable plague

That ravaged the land

So I shall sit here and wait

In my restraints and my chains

And watch the world

As it struggles and pains

Words He Should Have Said

Hello Miss lovely

Why can't you see me?

How can you

Ignore me so completely?

I'm tapping on your shoulder

I'm calling out your name

But I guess you can't hear me

Do you mean to cause such pain?

How many love songs

Do I have to sing?

To even have a chance

At this angel with one broken wing

For if she wasn't crippled

She would surely fly away

And leave me

With no more opportunities to say...

Paper Wings

Paper wings are Thin & Frail

Paper wings Fall & Fail

Proper wings sail through the sky

Proper wings fly far and high

Paper wings Crash & Burn

No clouds to be touched

No glory to be earned

A fool might build

A pair of paper wings

Be naive enough to believe

Those wings were fit for a king

It would seem quite apparent

That this is not so

But unfortunately

This the fool does not know...

At the peak of a mountain

He reached for the sky

But with wings made of paper

I just want to know why

Would a man such as he

Think he could fly

With false dreams and false hopes

He should just sit back and die

They searched for his body

But it never was found

Not one scrap of paper

Or broken bone on the ground

It can't be

That he flew away

On wings made of paper

There's no possible way

I

The privileged

Should have been the first one

Not this fool unworthy

Son of no one

He should have fell from the sky

A victim of gravity's wrath

Instead he was lifted on high

Sent on the most coveted path

So maybe paper wings aren't as bad as they say

Make your dreams into reality

Is what I learned today

Achieve your flight

Any way that you can

That's what separates a fool from a man

The Listener

He's hungry for info

Thirsty for chatter

Greedy for gossip

And the news always matters

Interested in intel

Focused on the data

Collecting all the memory

Saves some for later

quick and quiet as can be

Picks it up with his ears

And spits it out with his teeth

Beware of The Listener

Cause he's always hanging 'round

Try and keep your secrets

Close to the ground

For if you let them loose

Careless through the air

He will snatch them up

And spread them without care

Sleepwalker

Gliding through the soundless crowds

Passing through like air

Walking through the busy streets never time to spare

Trekking through the countryside

On the barren plains

Blocking out the world behind

Blocking out the pain

Never wondering

Never caring

Never knowing

Never hearing

Never selfish always fair

The sleepwalker, oblivious and unaware

Destitute

Living on the bottom

Creates a broken man's autumn

Flakes of his soul

Fall like leaves on a tree

Predestined to fade away

Winter's inevitability

Looking to the top

With Something in his eyes

A flicker of an emotion

Brewing deep inside

Envy yields to rage

And before he knows it

He's climbing to the top

To remove greatness from its pulpit

Mr. Disconnected

Apathetically pathetic

Describes Mr. Disconnected

His senses aren't refined

And his tastes are eclectic

Unplugged from the world

Relaxing in his bubble

Do not disturb!

Or prepare to be double-

Teamed by an army

Of oblivious destructors

The end game unclear

Of these dismantling instructors

How were we to know

What they were going to do

A chance to save the world

When presented with the truth

One word when heard

Can stop this absurd war

But Mr.Disconnected's not listening anymore

Haunting Past

A monkey wrench

No purpose but to screw me over

What I need is a four leaf clover

Quit your machinations and leave me be

Why must you pursue this desire to ruin me

Does my pain and hurt make you smile?

How about you take a break

And stop the hate for awhile

This is truly unnecessary, can't you see

Sticks & Stones may break my bones

But words can't hurt me

I'm a rock of hard granite

I was built to withstand it

You're a weakling in the wind

Don't mean to be so candid

My foundation is sound

Your walls come crumbling down

Sink into the sea

And as that hate starts to drown

I can give you a hand

And bring you up to my level

We can start from scratch

And leave behind that young rebel

Who at one point was you

But not anymore

No longer a monkey wrench, like you were before

Now you're a man

With true understanding

With Class & Honor

High status and standing

You can be proud

That you rebuilt your walls

Reinforced the material

Foundation and all

All that I ask

Is that you do not forget

You weren't always this strong

You weren't always this quick

At one point or another you were as low as it gets

Subdued in a bath of ignorant bliss

You were blind to the world

And everything in it

So, all that I ask

Is that you do not forget it.

Time

A mistress more cruel than mother nature herself

Can steal one's beauty, fame, and wealth

Endlessly present and forever aware

Of the insignificance you hold when others compare

Oblivious to your pleadings

To wind back the clock

And numerous attempts

To avoid death's inevitable

Knock-knock

Time is today

Yesterday & Tomorrow

So please try and contain

Your youth wishing sorrow

Your nose-wrinkling pain

And eye-twitching terror

Time won't be caught ever making an error

Time is a being of a grand design

So best to watch yourself and not get out of line

Please enjoy your days

As plenty or as few

Because one day you will realize

Time has been working on you

Doomed

Taken, yet mistaken

For these claims that I'd been making

Expertly protected

But this outcome was expected

Left alone

On my own

Built my heart out of stone

No one phones

They're all gone

Left behind an empty home

Except for me

Solitary

One young man too blind to see

Released from his captor

On a cloudy afternoon

With a dismal future that will be cut short soon

Cinderella

Twelve O' Clock

Tick-tock, Tick-tock

Cinderella it's time to stop

Dancing with, Mr. Prince Charming

It's sudden and, oh so alarming

Prepare for disaster

Meet with the master

Do your best and try to outlast her

Only then can change your fate

This showdown should be a piece of cake

Once this is done

You can dance until one

Midnight won't be when you come undone

This is me sending my best wishes

Cinderella stop doing the dishes

I hope for you good days and laughter

Please enjoy your happily ever after

Insomniac's Dream

Light breaches through my skin

Illuminate the dark, one for the win

One good day, coming right up

Pep in my step, gotta full cup

Somehow things seem a little bit brighter

I don't feel like such an outsider

24 hours go by in a zoom

One good day foreshadows my doom

Night comes, and as I sit in my room

The darkness has me trapped in a tomb

Thought swirl in a haze of worry

Stress makes them into blurry

Fragments of wonderings

Problems of the past

Resurfacing and built to last

Wishing for sleep, to sweep in and take me

Endless nights why must you forsake me

Hours pass in what seems like weeks

Four O' Clock and my insomnia peaks

Clear my mind, just to sit and wait

Spend my time, stewing in my hate

Aching bones and a weary mind

I know that sleep will come in time

Remembrance

Shattered Glass

In the windows to my soul

Distant future

And misshapen goals

Light flashes on days gone by

A moment of silence

My face toward the sky

A remembrance

One for the many

Enough is Enough

The death toll counted plenty

Life isn't love

But memories are

Links us to others

No matter how far

Uncross my heart

And leave on my way

But never forget those from yesterday

Summer

Adrift on 1,000 blades of grass

The best time to remember the past

One or two trips down memory lane

The sun on my brow

And the summer rain

Walk to the water

Toes in the sand

Stand next to the breeze

Hand in hand

Spend my time

On whatever works

Close my eyes

As Autumn lurks

In the corners of my daydreams

It sits there quietly

Accompanied by winter

They wake me from reverie

Interestingly enough

I stop and smile

A glimpse of two friends

I haven't seen in a while

It's nice to know

They're on their way

But for now

I'll just enjoy this summer's day

Downfall

Living on the edge of his seat

And trying to compete

Beyond his means

Exactly like what it seems

The inevitable downfall

Of this ridiculous outlaw

Was foreshadowed by the ominous clouds

Surrounding his outer wall

The pressures of this society

Make a man fall quietly

Hit the ground without a sound

As spectators look around

Curious as to the cause

Of this man's deathly pause

Breed confusion and fear

Don't wait for the applause

Why did he drop

The questions don't stop

The pretense of a life well lived

goes pop

His internal struggle

Unknown to us all

Made this long moment further stall

Who and What

Where, When, and Why

Did this man fail to touch the sky

Bogged down in the sewage of his own creation

Choked by his world, caused a death of frustration

A sad man's sorrow, cannot wait till tomorrow

The will to go on, is not a thing to be borrowed

At least the deceased

Can enjoy a cease of increase
And spend the rest of their days
Resting in peace
No more pressure
No more pain
No more tension 
No more strain

Hopefully this, will make them all see

That the only way for man to live

Is to live free

Chasing The Rain

17 dreams of steam

Evaporate before his eyes

Depression follows closely

And he's left to sit and sigh

How could he miss his chance

He let it slip away

Opportunities are fleeting

There's nothing left to say

Now he's storm chasin'

With wishful expectations

To get back what he lost

Wait for precipitation

As the rain comes

And bathes him in its mercy

A second chance is given

To a fool unworthy