Double Click

It’s like a double take, a double click,
When you’re thinking one thing, an instant past you think different,
I can win now I can’t,
And I’m stunned from the change in the supposed, self made plans,
The passion previous to the change, dust, and
The ideas that switch sides, every day, switching swishing tides,
Are the pressing struggles,

I want to be better, at this, this thought conveying process,
And once I thought, that I wouldn’t be this,
This last night’s nightmare,
Terror to myself,
Or just new? Still getting used to

My life being a double take, and a prolonged day of changed minds,
And when I switched, to the thought of peace,
A crash of tumbling boxes cracked open my head,
And out spilled ideas, that were red with gore,
And the very look of them, was revolting,
That is what I thought, of myself, and the world,

Before that double click,
Before that double take thought.

Children Throwing Stones

I have lots breaking down my mind,
And many spinning ideas, and thoughts tricking me,
Like children throwing stones in the dark at me,
I scare off the boys and girls, with a yell and a wave,
Like I write away my wearing worries,
I write away the things, on my mind,
To bring a temporal peace,
Temporal.

Limbo

Why are we captivated by each other?
And why are our minds, focused on that one?
How could I, get stuck in the muck?
There are many bewitched minds, struggling to break away from bondage,
Always struggling, the mind is of old age,
You are the one, who is gazing out at her,
And you can’t help yourself, if only,
If only, you never got into mud in the beginning,
Now you’re too deep, for an easy exit,
The dark, it has hexed it, poor relationship,
Poor souls, stuck in a limbo, till they depart,
Poor me, it’s a sad sentence that I speak,
A pathetic sentence, dripping of helpless mewling,
Oh, I forgot,
I like being stuck in the muck, well,
Sometimes I like it, tomorrow
Pull me out.
Gently.

Life's Ride

I really don’t know if I can,
I don’t know if I can, all the way there,
It’s such a long way,
The ground is scalding, and the air thick,
And a hot wind is blowing against me,
Each step is a struggle, with each ragged breath
My chest hurts more, my legs beg for reprieve, and
Sweat is pouring off me,
The journey is long,
Pressing on.

Not a Poet, Just the Clearer of My Mind.

I think I’m done, saying what needs to be said,
Thoughts vented, and a new thought on my heart,
Singular and pure,
Driven to the point,
Sending vibrations through my skull,
That make me think more,
I am fascinated with the mind,
I can’t feel like I need to stop talking,
But I can’t,
And when the world comes against me,
I call for aid,
When it comes, I want to know,
If I got the aid or not,
When those men make music,
I want to it like them,
But I can’t,
Because I am uselessly helpless,
Bring me higher.


Just trying to get out my thoughts,
Onto paper,
They don’t really mean anything,
Just things I’m saying,
Almost like a need, to vent,
Into the sky all my smoke,
It’s like a story, a sad story unraveling,
Almost like my life, is dying,
Away into the dust of men,
Can’t say what happens, in the end,
But the world needs a savior.



I cannot do it,
I am broken,
And smashed useless,
Only you, can save me,
From death,
Please, come down to my dirty pit of sin,
Cleanse me clean,
Straighten me mind,
I am nothing,
I am useless,
Without you.

The Burn of a Thought

It’s a thought, that beats through a mind,
It brings on a burn, that spurns an action,
Power of the action powers the beat, and the beat powers the mind,
Its sends me deeper into a trance, deeper from day, where my conscious lay,
Up high, in the sky, farther away, the farther I pry,
Farther down into the dark, is where we go,
Flight, we are like kites,
Deeper into the thought, that beats through a mind,
It brings on a burn, a churn,
Fly away.

Random Man

These are random words,
Works of nothing, how graceful do they pose, and I pose my pen roughly
To write, a random thought, like my own,
Is to scroll a mess, a mess that makes not much sense, even to the creating mind,
You need to have a random mind, to be like me,
Are you ready for the random land, that lives in my head?
Probably not, as you do not have a wild mind, like mine,
But if you weren’t ready,
Why are you reading still?

Sense?

Writing genius, clasp
Your amps, pin drop Silence please,
You, bitter sweetness.

Ramblings of a Wild Mind

I want a mind, of beautiful thoughts,
Intricate, different, will my ponderings be, at least
Different from their ideas,
They who can’t create, solve, differ, differ
From all the others,
New thoughts to the world, they will be
Something that gleams to a mans small mind,
And shines in his eyes, like the best prize,
The unique and never thought of thoughts, will grace my mind,
Scroll it onto a cloud, and let it fly, into the sky, as it gets
Carried away, into a pure blue horizon,
Like a spinning top, on a rampage,
Unique mind.

Think of

We can’t find a place to stay,
Staying on the safe side of life,
Are some of you,
Fight the good fight,
Win the hard hearts,
Break the gates down, and storm fiery prince’s palaces,
Victory is the goal,
Not happiness in life, if it takes that to win,
We should give, all,
The life in a our vanes for love,
For giving hope to the broken,
Loving the forgotten,
Saving the lost,
He saves the lost, when we take steps of faith, belief in the King,
Man is so empty,
God gave us a reason to live.

Where?

Where is humanity going?
Loss of heart, loss of love,
And broken spirit,
Young men live for young women,
And boys die to wake up their fathers,
What has humanity done?
Murdered millions of innocents for desire,
Scarlet lust,
Slaughtered like pigs at the butcher,
Are the babes of this age,
What is humanity thinking?
Live a godless life, and die a godless man,
And for what? Temporal pleasure, that fades away with the day,
Who are our leaders, to whom we give our love?
Who are our influences, that they overdose on cocaine for more, more
Is what their searching for, something, something that fills,
That satisfies,
Where are you going?
Do you know?
Where is humanity going?
Death.

Hollow Inside

Man is empty, an
Endless expanse that eats all,
And can’t be sated.