What's fresh

Success is a compliment
Failure a goading towards accomplishment
I'd need clones to count on fingers and toes the dwindling and rekindling of hopes
A tattered frame adorned by growing pains
Lotta situations stay relevant in rotation as I'm pacing.
Facing the itch to define my existence
Free bird in a turbulent condition
The elders don't listen due to their childhood conditions
The children don't listen cause they dislike defining fiction from nonfiction
I paint with morbid depictions on the silver linings of nimbus
Free falling to a higher condition as if impacting to my death was all fiction
Fools can be old
And sages young.
Wars fought with knives are often won with guns.
Fair isn't always fair to everyone
Can't trust em to share, so what's the fun?
Always that one bad apple that comes
Cocky 'nuff to grapple with the sun
Actions never added to a sum
Whether on a hill or a shack the shams the same
Game remarks at the chip on the chizzle
Life is hard, you need the proper tools to break through to the issue
No one wants to miss you , this dead poet raises issues
Misused and askew but still kickin flows so new
Sometimes I feel so old around all these wacky dudes
Really kinda crude how this inspiration blooms
Kick a funky tune and pagemaster the room

Day & Night

The sunset to me is a metaphor
An exhausted day giving way to night
Confident of the next light
The confidants are the stars
Baring witness to the cycles of the omnivores
As sure as the tide that peeks over the shore
Eroding the cultural moores
Because less is only less when you define more
The night masquerades the eyesore with her star-studded curtain
Inhabited by the lurks and the leaks
The cricket chirps and squeaks
Shadows are shallow and the nights deep
So deep the day stretches to reach
To be greeted by the population of uncounted sheep
Day and night are an enigma to me

Sorrow

Talk about regrets.
Lips to a cigarette.

Bottle to the lips.
Temporary fixes on the way to being permanent.

Fellowship of all the scarred kids whose no two shoes were perfect.

Rejects finding a family to respect.

All too aware of the suffering and death.

When life is a sidewalk where nothing quite fits.

Where gnarled roots of past up shoot from the depths.

Your abandoned family home found slightly to your left.

When the swaying winds add to the dismay in your chest.

Trees that share those memories you regret.

In a realm where there's no such things as steps.

Relived again like it was just the other night.

Dry autumn leaves go great with self-deceit.

Remember flaming anger and then the drowning grief.
The triumphs and the drowning self-defeat.

The broken-backed mother and the dad that chose to leave.

My first love that never loved me.

When you can either numb your heart or let it bleed.

We set ourselves apart but some parts never leave.

The moon chases the sun on the playground of the milky-ways leaves.

You are not alone in being conceived.

It's reaching the ending and realizing you never left.
The kids who yearned for the last breathe.
Watching us all grow up into addicts.

This adolescence claimed more souls than I can fathom.
Knew growing up sucked before we had even grown up.

Out of body acid trips and playing in the mud.

Staying up all night to see the sun.

Lost a lot but learned a lot of love.

Poets are born in the roaring flames dust.
We're all looking for perfection we don't know of.

You can't know what you haven’t touched.

Us damaged kids love but we don't love us.

Alchemy turns stainless steel to rust.
Drinking doing DXM on the dock.

The kid in me is still swimming at that spot.

When I thought I knew it all.

Now I don't know a lot.

Faulty teacher taking student's spot.

Long way to go but a long way I got.

Finding solace in the melting pot of thought.  

Cardiovascular Wrapping

Wrap my heart like a present for the next of kin/
Battlescarred and omnipotent/

Fought my loqacious battles

Grip tenacious on memories of the lost one's faces

Let my armor fall

naked

The greatest compliment I've made yet

Walking hand in hand with my love to the sunset

Beholden to lilac hues with spatterings of baby blue

It's a flashback to

Plick plack platterings of raindrops battering on the windows to calamity

My greatest triumph is also a momentous defeat

To love so truly is the illusion of linear time

Watch the skeins of glimmering spider web unwind

She gazes with passion into my eyes

I fell from grace like shooting stars littering a night sky

The last wilted petal abandons the rose

Falling uncharted into the depths of my soul

What was once filled by her gaze now an echoing abode

As above so below

Both moments resides side by side on the pockmarked tapestry of time

Taking potshots in the timeless war of heart and mind

Battles waged on the glass staircase of my spine  

Rocking Chair

All petty concerns that make the rocking chair quake

Further biting it's grooves into the wooden grain

Like concern is a thirst that needs a drink

Watching water thicken as the rocking chair quickens

An alchemy of constructed needs

Seizing victims with their sense of being

Given a new conflict to believe in
I'm surprised that chair doesn't chomp through the ceiling

Falling as a gift to the next to believe in

The weight of that cache carried makes the cabal cackle

Then smuts claim calamity

Taking in tallies of casualties

In all actuality heckling the hierarchy becomes a distant heliotrope

Distant sight, far from afloat

All fantasy viewed from malaise eyes

Glimpsing a window of omniscience slathered in fiction

Opposites oppress and manage to keep continuance in check

Promiscuous guesses from within a safety net of negligence

Acknowledgement sardonic tied to acts seeming magnanimous

Fishing hook for the catfish

Too lost in others schemes that I seemingly see due to belief

The rocking chair never rests
Material investments keep me in check with all of these debts

Autodraw the debit to pay for lifes hedonic checklist

Happily ever after is ill-defined

All stuck in the same line

Greedy for moments and that's fine

But then we waste them claiming we need time

Ticking clocks in my mind play russian roulette blind

Ride the red line down my spine
Outlining my rigid body in the rocking chair of my mind