History of Seperations

In the way you look 
It is killing the vibes
That permeate this mind
Till there is no more room
For rational realizations
It will only bend if its torn
It can only tear when it's bent
Slightly chaotic cores
Underneath cooling exteriors
Behind the hill of everything
We are underminded
When its only for the good
The good of all of us
Do not let the light go out
Silently the defenses
Developments,
And conditions will melt
Into the pot of shit.

The Light At The Edge of Shadows

For what its worth you are a perfectly imperfect being

In the smile that rests upon your face

Is a contagion that causes me to fluster

I see inside the soul of joy, and sadness

A window through the heart of a queen

Giving me hope in the possibilities in humanity

As you strive forth through your struggles

Still smiling, still stronger than anyone I've known

For what its worth you are an imperfectly perfect being

And in this world that is something special

In the terribly fierce winds of this chaotic existence

You have a soul that brings them home

Those who feared and worried for humanity

A hope to strive for because you know to care

Through the fabrics of the listless endeavors that you place upon your weary shoulders

We may see hope,

It is true you are not alone,

There may be others out there that others may take note of

But I'm thankful that I know someone like you

Even if you never know.

Imitating Clowns

If I should continue my onward descent

I will eventually enter into my void

A place in the back of my mind where I sleep

When my thoughts force me into tired mumbles

In the back of a room in the dark in the rain

That pitters and patters upon the roof

Echoing in a ghostly chamber

That is all in my head where it always was

As were the troubles that cluttered the room

Where my footing was unsure and I could not move

Lest I trip and crush the trinkets about

My soul to keep itself entertained remains

In a blanket of melancholy

Disguised in sarcasms and humorous undertones

An invisible frown painted on the face

Of my mask that must be worn today

Though I am inside and outside is nothing

The world is there and it is empty and nil

Tree's blow in a wind of catastrophe

because of my claustrophobic tendencies

Do not omit the details just because you can't write the words

It's not your fault what they did to you

Stop the process of getting stuck in your room

If the light were released from this void to that

We might actually smile for real

Maybe today just once it'll be real.

An Ode to the Death of a Long Ago Simplicity

Of all the things I've said and done

Take me back to the corner

Let the dreams of yesteryear fill my void

As I try to replace the cold with warmth

Toss out the good with the bad

And decide on no course of action

Back when limited reflection granted me nothing

Where cold hard facts were unfeeling and morose

When little children laughed and played

And no one told me I told you so

Before the mistakes came in and jilted me inward

But after I read my first books

And catapulted my endeavors into the stratosphere

And they lingered there

Just above my head

Like a mobile in a crib

Tenderly tuned to a tune of astute calamity

That somehow despite itself

Soothed my world weary heart

Before pretty eyes and  a delectable smile

Ripped out my fingernails

But after I decided to be good

Even though it would be difficult to breathe.