Creasing the Line

This folds that crease the lines,

Just repeating the sequence as if stuck in place,

This sheet that lays as it is caused to crease,

Shattered the image of what should be,

Rather what is,

The continuous removal of the crease,

The normal view that has become nothing but a reflection,

A reflection of a line in which is pressed,

Into the mind,

And this crease is only a fold on this line

Glass Only Half Full

This gathering of these thoughts,

Like the water to my glass,

Its only half full and the clock is beginning to tick,

Around the circle in a straight line,

Confusion and a clear path are two parts of different paths,

The life that fills my cup,

This glass only half full is starting to fill once more

Burn Cabinet Burn

Devoted to the case in which the files are collected,

Deviantly dwindling done to the wire,

This fire is burning down these halls,

And the flames are only claiming everything of worth,

Rising with the prices of the gas which has lit the fire,

Scorching and hot the fire tongues at the doors,

Burning with the desire to destroy those files that have been sitting,

Sitting all collected like in the files in which they're stored,

And yet they burn in the fire,

Festering in the fire the cabinet burns

Language of My Own

This language that is not my own,

Yet it touches my tongue and flows out,

This language that has seemed to escape my knowledge,

Is it something of moral revise or is it just an opinion etched into my mind,

This verbal spew take hits your ears like rocks,

One that penetrate much like bullets,

These words of this dialect,

They take me back,

As they fall from my own lips,

This language that is not my own is not only my own

Night's Arms

This night that takes us,

In to the arms,

Of what ever we may fall into,

The lives that seem to surround us,

As our own lives surround them,

We take this night to cherish,

To drink and plunder this night,

To games and song and more games,

This night will take us

Parting Water

Over the hills make the water part,

Into the streams as bridge starts to turn down the river,

To the ocean the stream opens up into the night,

Upon the morning that breaks to the open sea,

Just to see ships weave with the waves,

The splash is cool,

The spray of the ocean is cool,

And one day the day will break over the water,

The hills are over and the water has started to part

Lust for Compassion

This feeling beating my chest,

It can be confusing and sometimes ever changing,

But this heart of mine oh how it urns,

My breath is taken and my words smitten from all thought,

Ideas run dry and lips become moist,

The thought of all else escapes and the product is one of affection,

This life of mine as lead me wrong for a time being,

And just to reserve this action and take back something,

Just in hopes of repairing the damage that was done,

And make that smile shine like it did before,

With such luster and compassion,

With the grace and beauty that has been missing from my life,

Without this heart of mine leading me,

I never would have done anything like this,

This is the step that must be taken,

Even in failure these feelings would remain

Just Thoughts

Remembering the times that were spent,

In the deepest thought and having it be only a memory,

Something that lingers in the back of your mind and there it stays,

Much like the mouse as he hides from the cat,

This thought that becomes burrowed deep in the subconscious,

This memory becomes eclipsed by the fact of life,

That living take priority over all that this thought was,

So many one day it'll just be a fond memory,

But for now it is just a mindful reminder of how our deepest thoughts,

Are only thoughts and are sometimes nothing more

Your Moment

Make or break the moment,

Just to let it take you back to the time,

The idea of the moment of this life,

The moment that would take you and stop time,

Make this time last and make the moment,

Stretch this time and forbid those evil thoughts,

Those slight tangent that seem to control our lives,

This moment is yours

Rewind

There might not be any rhyme,
But this is something never before splattered across my mind,
It's what I go to bed thinking and what I wake up thinking,
Normally this takes time,
So maybe I could rewind and think,
But just like a bullet,
It hit me and I don't remember the shot sounding,
Unlike a bullet though,
It didn't hurt,
But took me by surprise,
Maybe this time,
It will change and reverse the actions,

Just backing up in rewind

Like Winnie the Pooh

Wonder how this can all be true,

This dream that feel like Winne the Pooh,

How odd that Christopher Robin isn't here to pester me,

And no chipper bouncing tiger to bring these spirits up,

Why is such a thing as this pop culture filling my dreams,

Confused this Disney state is,

Why damn it

Chaos Pt.6

During my thoughts that seem to take me back,

To the period where chaos seemed to consume,

Just to find out what was before me was belated,

This chaos formed into something that was not perceived,

Finding out things through the chaos causes me to think,

Think about this moment,

This time maybe I will be the one to finally get it right,

And control and bring order to my chaos

Chaos Pt.5

This world continues to revolve and change,

Change into something that can resemble something close to power,

Control the power and order can be attained,

Yet there is always an issue with the mind of one,

The control of another is to hold the chaos of many,

Controlling the masses and not quite understanding what exactly going on,

Isn't that how chaos is created,

Is that not where it starts,

Or is it where it ends...

Chaos Pt.4

Welcome to the moment in which chaos can consume,

Not just your world but mine,

The picture that you think is painted is nothing more than fiction,

Life has never seemed so planned out when you watch every step,

Leap into the world with feet first and find your own path,

Not conforming to any one thing,

Just becoming your own person and finding a true center,

Chaos is only there to remind us of what peace could really bring...

Chaos Pt.3

Delving down into something that may seem unknown,

It is our own primal instinct to take and make life better for ourselves,

These selfish acts create a tendency to change the world around,

To form up something new,

Maybe under some sort of control the is yielding to the fact that everyone must live,

But if not for war then how would our primal nature be let out,

How would the equivalent amount of blood and hate be freed from this world,

And though this war may seem good,

It only creates more hate for the world to scold at,

What does this all pertain to you...

Chaos Pt.2

This reigning world that seems to flood with the anger of some,

What is this world without the anger and the chaos,

It fuels the world and drive the industry,

We will take and we will steal,

If not for ourselves but for the good of our families,

Imagine if everything was so peaceful,

Would you enjoy it or start to try and change the norm...

Chaos Pt.1

Taking aback in this open forum,

Listing out words that aren't my own,

This world that seems to want to control,

To control the masses and have perfect order,

But what is life without chaos and the construction after the destruction,

Without all of the events that should take place,

What would take place...

Lustering Life of My Own

This world that is my own,
Seems to shine and glimmer lately as if something good is heading my way,

This light that fills the sky is not only visible by day but by night as well,

Who is to say that one cannot see what is in his or her future,

What measures must be taken and what rules need to be broken to attain such an idea,

This idea is more of an ideal setting for the start of something beautiful in life,

No more is such a lack-lustering style of life,

These words do not even speak to the meaning behind all of these words that take us aback,

Who can really say what is in our own future if not but ourselves,

We can take grasp and shape this world of our own,

Much like clay just forming into something beautiful and beyond compare in the sense,

One of which life can take you and make you,

Break you down and build you up again,

To just stay on top of your game and attain these deep inner workings,

Now that would be the challenge and the way to take life into your own hands

My Heart

Mi corizon,

How you ache at times,

Uncertain at times,

Oh my heart

Muster the Courage

Wonder if you can,

Wondering if you can't,

This thought process is not a challenge,

It seems to be something of a battle of inner workings,

Can you muster up the bullets to fill your gun,

To shoot your target and find what you are searching for

Without Excuse to Change

When a reoccurring theme comes in play,

The world seems to stand still and analyze the process of this theme,

This repeat is something much like a re-release,

Same product just different packaging,

How can we all not say that we follow the same sort of pattern,

Being stuck in a perpetual state of a constant cycle,

One of which doesn't change the mind of the masses,

Much like dancing,

We all will repeat moves at some point in time,

The same can apply to the rest of the world,

Ideas spew from the minds of many diverse people everyday,

Yet there is no receiver to communication these ideas,

With no relay the message is lost,

And this reoccurring theme takes hold once again,

Just imagine if we never had to repeat mistakes to learn that they are wrong,

To just make the mistake once and grow and become better from it all

Lifestyle in a New Meaning

Like the day before everything is cold,

Not wet but cold in the feeling that something might be off,

Maybe this day is just out of reach for someone,

Someone who thought to themselves about what they are meant to do,

Who can make our own choices,

We as a whole do not always let others make our decisions,

Our choice is our own and to invoke the right to use it is to simply,

Stand against what is said to be correct or the right path,

This day is something to live by as the years will go on,

Time will proceed whether we make the choice or not,

Life is no longer the game that it was once thought to be,

Sorry to say that this game that is life is no respawn,

So take pride in this life we all get all but once,

To not just find a dream,

But to attain this metaphoric object and leave a remembrance,

This life that feels like a dream may only seem like a dream in your eyes,

And as long as it stays just a dream to you anything is possible,

In this free form lifestyle that has some reason to it

Piece of Eternal Sunshine

Possibly misunderstood to the point where it can become frustrating to be around,

Around the people and the environment which seems to capture,

The time and the place in which I do not want to be,

This world that lurks and lingers into my vision seems to cloud the very sky,

To the point where the clouds seem dark and then magically part and give way,

To the rebirth of the idea of the world that is mine,

In this nightmare I control my own reality and make it my own,

To change my dreams with mere thoughts is to,

Change my life with actions,

Not words,

One that could hold the hopes and dreams of the mine that may never be properly conveyed,

Shown to the world that is my own,

This eternal sunshine that is my life and the mindset which makes me a part of my own world,

Is all just a small piece of me and to the puzzle that is my own inner workings

Theory of Everything and Nothing

This is the moment that you find that one thing you are looking for,

That one euphoric moment when all comes to the front of the line,

Making you think that maybe this the moment to seize,

To honestly sit and wait for the moment to take you,

To leave and let be and let everything fall into place properly,

Living in this moment that you so dream of,

Is limiting in sense that my life would live in the world of now,

Yet these are all just moments that we are stuck in,

Just wondering around the world waiting for the correct moment,

Before this moment happens there are things that should be,

As if pieces of a chess board that makes this world achievable,

Awake in this world to find all that is attainable attained all that once,

In that one moment when all comes together it will be the most important event,

Where nothing else matters

Mind of Mine Pt.4

Mind of mine,

That one was not complete before,

Before the big sleep that distracts,

Living in this world can be stressful,

And can sometimes dither on my mind,

This mind of mine is thinking on it's own now,

If that makes sense,

Like a little bit of butter spread over too much beard

Mind of Mine Pt.3

These dreams that take hold,

These demons that keep me awake,

This mind of mine,

Seems to dither,

And return to it,

Only in my mind...

Mind of Mine Pt.2

Wondering where the mind will take me,

Where this life will lead me,

When this life will end,

To live this life in my mind,

Is it like a prison...

Mind of Mine Pt.1

This is the world that is mine,

What would the thought be,

To create an image,

Of this world,

Where is my mind...

This Evening

This night is ours,

To the stars we can look,

And find the formation that will be ours,

We watch the stars this night,

This evening is ours

Lingering Breath

Something that was anew,

Something that never felt amiss,

That needed change,

Finding that change is just as much as that,

The breath that stinks to the air,

And lingers has lead to a sign,

One of which has possibly,

Changed the view

After the Night

Leaving the night,

Like something of a dream,

To smile and not wonder the occasion,

Finding the night,

One that finds ourselves in something,

Something that can no longer feel problematic

This Night

More over the night that passes,

Like the night before,

Seems to wash back and forth,

And provide something that is anew,

Something that seemed to be lacking before hand,

The night can bring those moments we crave