lightning might strike

its a planar shift
like when lightning strikes
doubling back
going up to the skies
my mind so slow inside

everything is changing
not so much becoming solid
but liquid
its state flowing through me
i try to trudge on
just walking down the road
the sap in my legs
makes this trip so grueling
so where will i go?
i need a quiet place
but i cant be trapped
i need the consistent change
in my stage
will i turn the page?
the book of my life
is becoming a cage

the planets on which i hail
slowly forming
wicked and wild
in the pouring rain
mountains drowned
in the floods of my thought
peaking out
only to collect the sun
and then wash away in the breeze...

over encumbered

you're going to be fine
all you have to do is push through
fight the laziness inside
its your motivation ringing true
but don't do this
nondescript thing
without description
no more hinting
just do it
no questions asked
i don't care if you don't understand
just do as i request
you look at me
with your quizzical look
telling me you don't understand
your conscience is dwindling...

i blink
think for a moment and smile
the calm has come...
...and then...

are you going to be ok?
i remember you have some difficulties
thinking and making decisions
all these things
they could be bad
cause for alarm
bringing you harm!
go seek help
go find your way
you could be dying
but its hard to say!
just tell me this one thing
am i overwhelming you?
is everything ok?
do you understand me?
should i talk a little softer?
shall i fetch you some water?

i sigh and it all washes away
so many contemplations
wandering through my day
my head the icicle
frozen in itself
over encumbered
by all of the stress
my god i want a break
but one doesnt seem to find me...

a note from the musician

the lyricists poetry

floating on by 

killing the deaths 

of all who try

give me solace

give me an answer

i keep running amok

with this cute little dancer

you say that i'm running away

seeking no solution to my problems

but the fact of the matter here is i have none

my running is in these stationary actions

never wavering from path of sameness

largely ignoring all of my passions

in attempt to make life painless

give me all those trials

give me adventure

the musicians notes

flow into your ears

for that zen-like moment

you let go of your fears

...and this is where i live...

Bill Hicks

tumble for not
you sappy little girl
sending me vicious thoughts
of unintended happiness
hoping ill do the same

run away
you gross little boy
piling all your wisdom
into a heap of nothing
driving yourself insane

all life is a ride
mild at parts
then sending your hair to fly
shimmy through the line
while the express ticket people fly on by
if you dont like the roller coaster
then why not try the water slide?

poem to poets

what a place
the writing flows
all these creative people
exuding a creative glow
we go
onward the ways we will
snapping our fingers
as every stanza stands still
sweet words of someone else's poetry
filling my ears
listing all of their memories
all of their fears
what a wonderful thought.

idle judgement

you know where your soul comes from
the area below where you live
if the world around you yelled in excitement
out the bottom it leaks like a sieve

as the world around you turns
leaving the universe spinning too
annoying counter particulars
are standing judging you
but instead of being all wrapped up in the moment
where they stand idly and stare
instead enjoy the worlds peace
after all thats why its there