Bleed

This might come off as the work of a psychopath
But I am merely a highly functional sociopath.
No because I take the less travelled path
But its really because I love a bloodbath.

I am weary and worn out easily by well-worn paths
and striving to be politically correct.
Uninspired with too predictable an environment
Seems that I best thrive in chaos
A place with no boundaries;
Ideas anarchy.

I hate the sight of things unmarred
For they are to my my eyes, simply plain
I love fiery moments, the aftermath charred.
And seem to only find beauty in scars.

I love to slice and I love to slash
Rubbing fiery, potent, hot spice into a gash.
I love to drown, the sound of the splash
As I wallow in my emotions before I make the pen bleed.
Leaving the paper's face permanently bearing my mark;
a character attack 

Pantomime

Play no games, with me my love.

Another moment of drama, I will not have.

Now it's this, then it's that.

Take it slow and play just your part.

Overly gesticulating, why not try tact.

Mind you; the world is a stage and we all put on an act.

I am tired of trying to please, one impossible to appease.

Many claim you blow their minds and at first you did.

Eventually you made me feel like I should just blow it off.

WORDS INADEQUATE

Words inadequate, to express what's perceived.

Words inadequate, for a gift gratefully received.

Words inadequate, to say all that I mean.

Words inadequate, to describe the beauty seen.

Words inadequate, so the memories stay deep within.

Words inappropriate, to express what I feel.

Words inappropriate, the mood bound to kill.

Words inappropriate, made more palatable with skill.

Words inappropriate, harsher than the sound of steel on steel.

Words inappropriate, for they tend to emotions chill.

Words uncaring, from those doing the most caring.

Words unsharing, in moments of full exposure and soul barring.

Words unbearing, a little of the load of those on life's road faring.

Words unstaring, never to see what they do yet to be off always raring.

Words undaring, saying I will yet nowhere to be found when actions come tearing.

Words unveiling, the perverse and uncouth.

Words unveiling, failures past and triumphs of youth.

Words unveiling, the rough beneath the smooth.

Words unveiling, burning as they soothe.

Words unveiling, see now the naked truth.

Words availing, a way to express love and hate.

Words availing, an abstraction for thoughts small and great.

Words availing, a path to immortality and glory.

Words availing, a way to tell my story.

Words availing, a way into or out of paths lowly.

Words inadequate, to not be mistaken stay on guard.

Words inadequate, to be understood is an art.

Words inadequate, for even a fraction of what's on my mind.

Words inadequate, yet words is all I have.

A Word is adequate, for in the beginning was the Word and for me it's a start

Time Passage Crossroads

Another season has come,
And with the passing of time,
I have grown wiser; or have I?
With the passage of time

See, time has a way to dull the pain
but some wounds never heal but simply fester
We forget the reasons but hang on to the emotions...
With the passing of time

Experience may be the best teacher
But some of her lessons are forgotten fast
Yet each of her tests more trying than the last...
With the passage of time

Last time I swore it will never happen again
But I want the whole world to feel my pain and have all to gain
will I later in regret swear yet again as I cleanse my soul in the rain...
That's the passing of time

Life's Paradox

To avoid strife, decidedly undecided.
Going against self, wholly divided.
A wanderer through life, committed to non-commitment.
A pupil blind to self, truthfully self-conceited.

Simply profound,
Successful in self-deceiving that more sins will atone their many sins
Living in a movie, making one too many scenes
And unseemly as it seems,
They do believe the make-believe they have seen.

Believing in the eyes and brain and the hard truth is that
All that is or seems is but a half-truth
Which am sure we can all agree to disagree is a non-truth
For what is deja vu  but a cosmic peek-a-boo
Space-time to mind: joke right back at you
when your mind informs itself yet recognizes that it hasn't
That is has been and seen...
There is an order to the chaos

E-Love

Downloading a file one night
While I waited surfed and saw her profile on a site
Caught my eye, she a pretty sight
Had to make her my iShe short of using might

Greatest pick-up line "Hi, howz you?"
So started our vibe and it was on Twoo
Soon we did it everyday so I asked "Can you be my beau?"
She said she needs lots of love replied "Lucky I got enough for two"

She lets me know how she feeling with an emoticon
Told her she was straight out of my fantasy like a unicorn
Told me I had her ROTFLMAO and I just when I was about to bring it on
She told me GTG and before I could lets her know NTTY my net was gone

The Sun Stood Still

The sun stood still,
And marveled at her brilliant beauties
And it by great feats of will,
That stars don’t spirit her off to the skies.
I, the lone wolf, she, the shining moon
Tempest in passion seas, stirring up a monsoon.
The howling winds almost drowning her sensual voice,
Promising to be at my side again; soon….
When the sun rose at noon,
And I found myself back to my old ways.
Waiting until the next full moon
And then shall I call out; only to you