Great Expectations, From the Unconscious Mind

Every day

I tell myself

I’m gonna seize it

Two sticks of dynamite

In each hand
Impenetrable defenses
Sipping out of my Coke can

Stars in my eyes
And laughter at my lips

Flames lick at my heels

Like cruel intentioned whips

Dysfunctional dysfunctions

Like braces on my legs

Grip tightly

Break free

No god shall smite me

Working like a dead man
With no plan

In this social construct

I rarely stand

My spine

Shriveled up ages ago

Get me up

And let me go

This dreamer

Can run faster

In real life

Lace up my chucks

And pick up my knife

This here is a young man's game

Roll with the punches

And throw some of your own

Ask no questions

You’ll be told nothing but lies

This young dreamer

Doesn’t walk

He flies

Fond

Break the vase over my head
That was cracked from my childhood

My sneakers are worn
From dodging cracks in the sidewalk

The spokes of my wheels
Bent from jumping the potholes

Knees scraped and bloodied
From sandbox adventures
The girl from the playground
Held my heart in two hands

The guardians watched on
With a fierce eye
The world was bigger then
And I don't know why

Lessons learned
In the drive-thru of ages
Ten
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Two

One Life
Many second chances
Three wishes max
And Four-square dances

From a time
When luck was just a clover field away
I loved us
And every second of our yesterdays

Blood Poetry

Pop pop pop
Three shots to the head
Cranial juices
The color, grey and red
crimson and slate
Run rampant through my psyche
Washed out hate
Breathlessly binds me
My eyes block the light
Through narrowed slits of rage
Blurred sight
Blood and sweat
Mix on the stage
My anger a vehicle
A mind of its own
With reckless tendencies
I have not prepared to atone
Do us all a favor
And tie me to this post
The sirens call for vengeance
For which I thirst for the most
These monsters are not me
They simply shared my face
I don't claim these atrocities
Innocence is but a waste
Drenched in mistakes
In a puddle of consequence
My compass erased
I am now guided by
Chaos and happenstance
Shrouds fall upon me
With slow velvet dances
Blackness surrounds me
All while the devil prances

Lost Boy's Canoe

I am a boy of an endless age
She is a girl left in flightless rage

She longs to soar high
Up from the down
This island is populated
With the lost but not found
I am one of the grounded lost
This cave is my home
It was cold
Till you came
You've been here with me
For a lifetime of love
But your wings grow stronger
Soon you'll fly with the doves
I never expect to see you again
So when I'm staring
I'm just trying to remember you when
You look on to the sky
With wishes in your eyes
This lost boy's island
Would have been your demise
You were lighter and lovelier
From the day you touched down
The red carpets were filthy
You've always been better than ground
I did my best
To make your stay a delight
So that you might remember me
When you look down from the clouds at night

I am lost now
More than I ever was
My wings never grew
And you're gone now too
This island is lifeless
In the saddest of ways
The days have stalled
All the fruits turned to gray
The sky will be my home now
Too far from where I am
But I know that's where you've gone now
So I'll start doing what I can

I've stayed too long here
In this lost region
This cave is pointless
Unchanging seasons
You taught me
That there is bigger things out there
Grander in spirit
Grander in scale
I've fashioned a vessel
And gathered provisions
Just wait for me
To accomplish my mission
I push off tonight
With the moon overhead
A heart full of hopeful
And a basket of dread
Into the unknown
You have altered my direction
But I'm headed home
With my lost boy's canoe
And wistful reflection

How Broken Can I Be?

Breaking
Breaking
Breaking

The fists to the ribs
The wallops to the chest
The strikes and the punches
None pulled
All connect

Breaking
Breaking
Breaking

Crumpled mass on the floor
Nothing left
I am broken now for sure

Breaking
Breaking
Breaking

Angry pressure
Hits me hard
Fragments and splinters
Arranged into a piece of art

Breaking
Breaking
Breaking

For just one last time
Until I burst to pieces
I'm broken
But I'm fine

The Anarchist's Ghost

I am here

To lay waste to your institutions

Destroy your structures

Warp your creations

I am here

To futher taint your tv stations 

Your lies and fabrications 

Bullshit classifications

Your implicit wickedness

And explicit piety 

Crushes your control 

While your sanity suffers quietly

I am here

To finish what you started 

A misguided misanthrope

To this I can admit

On your expectations

And aspirations I do spit

your religions and beliefs 

Are tired and worn

Unproven and broken

Your thought unborn

Your science fixes nothing 

Full circles

It does draw

Evil it spews 

From its venemous maw

We all still know nothing

In the dark we shall remain

Etiquette and conduct

On your will 

They do strain

I am here 

To bring passion to the voiceless

Quit your mindless march 

And stray from the rest 

Put down your pencils

Don't aspire to pass their tests

But in the end 

Just do what you want

Because we're all dead anyway