Call me cryptic, Who's computing? All is rhythmic, Break the tuning. Fall to sleep away the meaning. Nothing matters since we're dreaming. Wake me with your thoughts discerning. Break our fake and take to learning. Push aside all life awaiting. Whack a bush and kill the hating. Fate has brought us to this instance. Still it feels like we are infants. Rattle, tattle, lips for biting. Baby hates the sounds of fighting. Pacify through ways of knowing. Eye to eye, you'll see who's growing. Now I'...

Might this poem serve to muse you, Must its form delight your eye? I will tell you it's beyond true, This is why it waits to lie. Too many words were made to please, Are all these words made for your sake? Should your spirit these words ease, Or your essence these words take? Now your eyes are in my writings, Both your eyes are mine to hold. Let us read of more ill tidings, Pasts are tales not meant told. Left are writings of a man, Left for all of man to need. Pushed are dollars through his ...

Now I summon a numb to replace all this pain Such a sense is intense as it's faced to maintain I'm bewildered by living and all of its strain Am I lost in my head or unfit to contain Must I feel I refrain as it seems like I'm seized All my tensions detain while they've never once eased Should I call this infected or see it diseased Too soon I'll know death as my breath is appeased Know before I let go I will slow in my flow I must hinder these words while they wish to let go By this winding i...

See it's sad to know that such is real, We kill to touch and live to feel. I love the sense the same as each, The need of lust we learn to teach. Such yearnings burn a fire hot, We've kept it warm for what it's not. Attractions grow within the mind, Decided thoughts provoke and find. I know the sin is in me still, Both eyes with heart condemn this will. We're forced to fight what always fills, All love is found and romance kills.

All the air of this world I still taste with each breath. I'll inhale the same every day 'til my death. Try this speak I beseech or just leave it alone. By the tempo of life I'll revive a lost throne. With the flow growing slow I am towed by its wake. For these waves I'm a slave with no surface to break. I'll emerge a clean soul from this rinsing of sense. Too much trust I give full with their tolls grow immense. I was made for this time though I'll wait in the dark. Like a mime I stay silent...

Worldwide voice evolves of vision, Truth appears to eyes once blind. There hides a choice in each decision, Fears will lie for peace of mind. I look about our crowd of man, There stares at me a sea of need. The rich are here to build their can, The poor endure for hands to feed. Who knows which path of life is right? I'll follow mine 'til wise or dead. Misguide me not, oh guiding light, Let grace be led by mind instead. How many men are sent astray? Misled are they that fell behind. I'm place...

Selectively deleted still are records from our pasts. Who determined fact or fiction for the evidence that lasts? More power struggles come and go, more books will turn to ash. See our greedy always needy for each precious lump of cash. Smash the relics of our elders to ensure a faith in one. Forces move to meet in battle, stories come from those who won. Should we trust a broken time-line that exceeds the reach of men? Ours is far beyond repair with disconnecting lines of when.

Come across again my friend, it seems your spirit is undone. From our cross there blends a sense that we are not all part of one. Still we'll bicker 'til we kill to make each heaven's sake seem true. We should try to let our gods find peace just once before we're through. See we love these solid lines we ride, one-sided, scared to turn. Must we feed on faith behind closed eyes, made blind, it's hard to learn? Help us broaden all horizons, so much truth is placed about. All too often knowledge...

When in fabric of my sleeping sheet, I fight each night but sleep defeat. In the instance of a blink I dream, And enter land of broken seam. A place of fabrics rip and tear, Creating new in each repair. The patchwork quilt inside my mind, Within I'm lost to what I'll find. Still hard to tell to where I stand, It seems I need a helping hand. I beg you join me, don't be scared, So long its been since I have shared. Just hold my hand and fall to sleep, Together through each seam we creep. We int...

A coma I might kindly greet, Alleviate this stress in me. It seems no less will settle beat, My heart is pounded, let it free. A cardiac reaction comes, I'm numb in state, an addicts fate. Much greater are the added sums, The wait is gone, I open gate. I welcome in this rush, a hush, All silent in this wake of new. Oh god, I love the heat of blush, Throughout my soul, a whole it grew. Now see me in this famished state, Please wonder not to where it came. Tomorrow I will wake up great, This fa...