Cover Me in Sloppy

Do I have jowls?
Am I a mechanical man?
Do you ponder and scowl?
Why do we all feel down

Just let me figure this life out
Stand there like a statuesque body
I merely want to shake and shout
Thus, just cover me in sloppy

There's a glass
Half full
We are all just atoms of mass
And what is left is nothing at its' period of lull

Rubber Boots

I'm out there in my rubber boots
Waiting for its' scaffolding to fall on me
So sick of being told, "how cute"
Thus, syringe me please

I see an awesome wave
As 48 hours terrorizes
In the fog of one's haze
Being blindly memorized

Caustically true
Feeling a tad bit blue
I never had an iota of a clue
Your pearls of wisdom and its' slew

Hammers

What does life hand you?
A bag of hammers
Up above is a sky so gray; not too blue
And your tone, oh so cacophonous, is in my ear as it clamors

Here I see the walls of yesterday
And the scars of years ago
Where the infection stays to fester
Under which I reside; the rock below

Hold me close
Eradicate the pillars of this erection
And I am myopic at most
All the while fearing your rejection

Toll

I finally drew today
I reluctantly put scar cream on my failures
Even though my "art" is in the scale of gray
I spend so much time in the mirror just uncovering my errors

Out emotions on a blank canvas
Wear inner struggle on your sleeve
Trembling with nerves qualified as anxious
Pine to elude my soul and just leave

But, I've discovered I am anchored to the ground below
Keeping me clasped tight in this mortal soul
One day, perhaps, I may learn to grow
...Before my past creeps in and takes its' toll

Those that Love

There is a melange of masked faces
Trouble in every corner
No longer in God's graces
And I started living this life like a foreigner

Downtrodden by the ideal of death
Becoming just another beggar at dusk
Wishing to make this one my last breath
In permanent danger like an elephant's tusk

I pined to gracefully leave
Instead I caused havoc and stayed
I failed to trust and believe
Yet, those that love came to my aid

This Poem is Terrible, Sorry

I swim all night

All the while morning comes to wake us

Shinning it's omnipotent beams of bright light

I toss to turn and fuss

Quietly, I watch you as you stir

And with my blemished face, I shyly close my eyes to hide

Just thinking that it is you I prefer

Pull me close so we may confide

A smile then resonates from my unkempt face

My stoic disposition dissipates

And, for once I feel like I'm in the right place

Since I've failed to eradicate you from my mind; I sit, wait and, anticipate

 

My Past

These twists of life
Have become so bitter sweet
Feeling like a bestial part of humanity living among its' wildlife
...Just like walking through the jungle of Camden's malignant streets

Trouble once hung upon me
When I was quickly running out of time
I would barter my vitality with a shrilling plea
Living a life at best, part-time

I really wanted to fade away
Go to sleep to a better world
Without harboring any longer delay
And thus, I would have been comfortable being an individual left piece by piece gnarled

One Day

I have been scathed by this world's crucifix
All the while dawn wakes me with pain
Yet, I still continue to take this erroneous life and attempt to fix
All the while experiencing epochs of ceaseless rain

I must hold on to the utopia; one day it will be dry
And where death fails to consume all things lovely
There must be, perhaps waiting for you and I, a sun and blue sky
So lets grasp the concept of owning a beautiful discovery

One day we will all experience the risen sun
Dripping with its' golden beams
Lets thwart pain and hurt so it may be done
And as peculiar as it may seem, this "one day" can't merely be a dream

Hypodermic Syringe

There's nothing to eat
And no where to go
I keep my head down, because I smell defeat
Yet, I must keep my head above so I do not sink below

So, may I dream upon a dream
And I place my bet upon you.... in order to gamble within this life's gambit
Tell me, have I garnered enough merits to redeem
Or must I take this omnipotent pain and use a blanket?

I do feel comfortable telling you everything
But, I do, sometimes, watch as you cringe
We slowly construct trust again, all the while building
Simply because I eradicated the old habit of a hypodermic syringe

High-life

I gaze at you....
As your embraced by that picot weave
I think of how much I love you; one of the scant few
And I render the two of use ideally placed together, like a dolmen sleeve

...A bit odd
...A tad nostalgic
Side by side, we are mediocre and flawed
And yet together we/it's magic

It's happening among turmoil's rubble
...The debris of a tragic life
And yet I am no longer delineated by trouble
So let's move forward and enjoy the cliche... high-life

Allergy

Allergy of the body
Obsession of the mind
What does this world employ or embody?
And how did I become so unrefined

Escape to get some more pain
I feel the cool rain spitting at my face
As it feeds me with its' chilling embrace
While denying every inch to be chained

Disintegrate with the tides of sand
Vehemently disappointed because the storm is coming
Thus, watch your back as it all ends
...And I have so been told what I wear on my sleeve is so unbecoming

Nebula

I must tremble to shake
Just thinking of the retired demon who once resided in my soul
Recollecting the only cure to my perpetual ache
I pined to feel so glad to go

I wish I could have found my old soul's retina
Because it's now in remission
As my sickness became a literal life nebula
Clearly, I performed a reality ridden demolition

Speak the words of the past
Altruistically, so your present may differ
So bloody sick and tired of being surpassed
As we all watched this once promising life almost wither

Half Way Town

I am midway to nowhere
And, yet, midway to everything
It has become plainly obvious, there has become definite need for prayer
In this half way town, that's escape is just too easy

I just find myself wanting to run
To leave the old me behind, and to find something new
And thus I count to one just to be done
Loving in a town built on being queue

Unfortunately, I have become a distant part of this crew
Among the bestial faces of this half way town
And each morning I seep into its' dew
Step beyond your echelon, and just come down