Poets are shape-ers
of society
Builders of worlds
of dreams
manifesting
Knowledge
underneath
the Silent
Screams
Hold on
for a Second
and let
me check
Pulse of
the world
stories
Advertised
are
not at
alll
like
the stories
that you
haven't
heard
the Blessings
from you
mother's
eyes
from Watching
these would
Be Perturbed

A little miracle
I could look at that face all day
A little miracle
in the making
Always in the making
I could look at that
face all day
and Never stop
Wondering
Where did you
Come
from?
How Did you
Grow
and when
Did you
First Begin
to
Know?
Little Miracles
Little Beautiful
So Precise
Just the right
Amount Smiles
Just the right
Amount nice

I just met
I can't forget
The way you made me grow
I don't know you
but I guess
the rest is un-repressed
underneath
awaiting the death
of the old me
I don't know you
but I guess
your breath is un-repressed
I'm a fog
of faith and value
I packed my family west
the end was just disas
terous
with asterisks
on best.

I. can't. breathe.a.l...What. is..THIS!?! Expression breathes, push the page up off my face, and it's a sheet, as white as forever. Stark, in it's contrast to the brown that's all around me. Like a well dressed gentleman's basement, but going on forever till I'm trapped.The lighting seems like here is from another place. I can see a nameless man without a face. He's trapped me here, and she's here too. My lucky love, of all the fabulous and well to do. Spiderwebs of action are strapped across my face, but they've taken their residence from a completely different place. I can't move.I stand up. at first I Lunge! Like a rogue Frankenstein's monster. I pick apart one muscle from the next. And then it happens. They all advance at once. I've found my home. My body. I'm MINE.I look beside me, and I see her. My love. I see her. My love. ...I weep. She cannot .for she cannot move. her .head.she is inert. I wake UP!
As I do, I pray to the distant dangling god that she would be protected, directed. Strong enough to move. To LEAVE! A GHOST!I am  only a ghost in the distant strands of time, not strong enough to unbind.Not strong enough to rewind. She must ask it.I know she Cannot. She will Not.
There I am.
A white T-shirt.
Black shorts
And a song.
Strong.
But she is not.
Later on I wait for her
But she is Not There
I wake up.

on the subject of virginity...

From the furthest reaches of space, that's how I feel. In this elongated tube. Riding along a path of silvery lightning, that stretches through the universe like a bungee cord, and fades off into the distance with an iridescent glimmer. I can't help myself, but laugh. For the first time breaking orbit. Going out there, among the stars. Watching planet earth become a dot, as I streak across the never ending skies. Out here, it's all skies.

As my occupod #36, (short for occupational shuttle pod #36) hastens its way toward the vastly be-speckled multiplicity of stars, en route to the only planet known among men to be consisting of mostly Diamonds.

And shimmering, like a chandelier among the heavens, it awaits my arrival there. Where I shall mine, tinker, and toil the soil, as it were.

I feel an affinity for this type of work, because I can feel infinity. It's ever present, and it's evident all around me. Nowhere more-so than on planet Justek-1, where the ground is ten times brighter than the sun. I'll wear goggles the whole time, so the lights won't scramble my brain. When I arrive there, I'll be relieved. All of this flying is insane.

When I signed up for the flight, they didn't tell me about the sound, with outer space around you, and in the quiet of forever, you can hear blood vessels and liquids in your head, working together. It's quite perplexing.

From my pod, I think can finally see, fragility.

Its like
Every Day
I Wake
up to the
new Person that
I Am
Always
With the
invention of
Myself
Always
with the
Revelation
that
I AM
ME

As the night moves in, and
the day is condensed, and
it's spiritual fires burn low,
clothed in the darkness.
When all the things that 
seemed obvious are now
left exposed (and dis
robed) by the light of
nothingness and are
seemingly bereft of a
soul. Those facts you
thought you knew,
posture up and laugh at
you. Just like those kids
back in school, who made
up all of those stupid
rules, who prepared
themselves like abject
fools, for a world
which made no real sense, but
for a time allowed them a
pitiful defense, when they
were crowned the kings
and queens of schoolyard
fences. And the laughing
faces in your mind's eye
turn back again this time, only
to vanish with twisted and barbaric grins, and
being insubstantial from
beginning to end, owe
nothing to anyone or
anything. EVER. and their
mocking laughter echoes
and reverberates on the
shores of your waking
mind, and in a hopeless
shambles you amble
onward towards the dawn,
when once again you will
be draped in the robes of
this shining world, and
caught forever by the
talons of the sun.
a hopeless pawn.

I was young once
and full in the
wild fury and the rage of 
this world.
I was young once,
and the monsters
under my bed
became
me.
I was young once,
and I watched the lightning
and the storms
erupt out of
the earth
and the sky,
the chambers
between,
out of which
came madness.
I was young once.
I lost my home,
my paradise
to unfinished
angers.
I was
young once.

Unfinished Bizness

Keyhole, Door-jam
Locks unlatched
Unfin-
ished
Bizness
I guess.
Leave my whole
Damn
Place a mess.
Walk outside
I wanna laugh.
Place I Hide
I cannot Stress!
Help me I Can't
Clear a Path,
'tween the rising
Piles of trash.
Here
I'll find
my place again
'Neath the Ruins
And the Ash!