Analyze This

Oh please mister can you fix me?

Anyone come and save me

Doctor doctor can you help me?

Someone climb up and reach me

Lay me down to rest and sing to me

Hello I love you

I threw out the trash to try and get through to you

Somethings are better left untouched

Where the hell have the walls gone

Pretty baby come play with me

I wonder how far down it goes

The pages turn pressure

Swallowing the conspiracy 

Down these go

Walking the stage of fame

Cut it out because here we go again

He can't succeed 

We learned to ride this bike

Beneath the land of Oz 

I'll just wait in bed until she comes home.

Amelia

Ripples in the pine tree crawl out to the edge and waddle off the cliff into the blue never ending escape of a world. 

Sweet dust bubbles to the air letting their whispers become cries. 

Oh what a world manipulates the forms of their friends. 

The sunshine reflects the droplets turning from watery nothingness to starry black and blue nights. 

Clouds bringing the stars down for a camping trip on top of the ocean blue yonder replacing the bubbly dust with tiny little planets sparkling at the bottom of the sea. 

Viewing this ocean at night while the sun rises you steal those tents and replace those camp fires with your eyes. 

You are the starry ocean scene. The mermaid that gallops through the foggy ocean floor, twisting in between the coral and rocks. 

Alluring.

 This fantasy land that you are owning is become more and more inviting. 

Hungry For

I'll try and make this perfectly clear

I'm so uneven I balance out your heart 

I'll ascend over head with the silence of orioles 

Let it sprout and develop throughout

Are you peeking in whenever it might happen

Amore is my fancy kept within

Past, present, and future tense

Left to the north of the broken glass

Lost to the children of humanity

Bruises constructed upon the foot traffic 

The railroads to success misread the tracks

Night lights warm the arms of the isolated

Reduce the rowing rose ruins

Monumental movement mischievously misleading

Awoken to a sliding vague vision

Compliments of the dead end pharmacy 

Trademarks and copyrights to the catastrophic 

Impulse checks out to the south right

Giving the glory days back to the restless.

Cache Lost

Unjustified blaze of corruption scattered across their faces

Hundreds of legs combined into forms of couples 

Shouting the words of the songs unknown by parents

The optical lens fox holes for the pretty shiny things

Darting through the rooms unfamiliar

Unconscious or purely just abnormal behavior

The best acquaintance of the night billowing the stepping stones

Speaking the muttering giddiness in dissatisfaction

Fire-y paper sticks smoldering in the fleshy shaped skin 

Whispering tunes that can never be loud enough

Conversations turning to bawlations odd

Similarities and commonness only because of the bottle you drink from

The dark gets darker and the confusion hits the streets 

The street bends to a stop and thats that_ the end of the mishap...

More than enough years

The flip side of the honey comb bee hive goes AWOL 

While the thoughts slide up the spine to hide behind the retina 

Glide to combustion through uninhabited territory

These silent destroying harmonies give the remedy of absence 

Glowing gifts of abundance flowing 

Though not tangible giving off the essence of life 

Crippled skeletons play patty cake on the knees of the men

Shaking the hands of the lawyers and money makers

Humming the tune of saving grace

Hope

Benefits held on the behalf of the murders 

Cash prizes given away to the blinded people

Honest liars and petty thieves let loose like a pack of wolves

Words that tangle themselves in your teeth and left in the cracks

Is anybody there

Their craft only multiplies

Abandon ship.

Permanent Motion

Drifting, Sleeping with my eyes open

This spell feels like I am in a picture

Stationary, lifted by the hands of the movers

Carefully placed in between boxes like a game of tetris

Floating, flying in bed above the wheels

Pot holes and speed bumps shifting my position

Peering, visible passer bys spying me

Destination unknown by my eyes 

Steady, constant breeze flowing through the cracks

Permanent convertible with a view of blue

Cool, air condition weather I like it or not

Body warmth next to my cardboard friends

Guessing, mind games played by pit stops

Long enough to be real but movement is absent

Melodies, horns and purring of gears shifting

Tires over reflecting bumps and grinding of axles

Turned off, engines final roar settling

Locks pop, hinges squeak, feet grounded

Were here, arrival successful, destination complete, move accomplished.

Friendless

Friend is a funny word.

A friend can come in any form you want it to.

The hardest part to grasp about friends is the fact that not all people are meant to be your friends.

Friends can either be short or long term. 

The people that say "they were never really friends in the first place" is a lie.

They were your friend or maybe even your close friend at that, they just weren't one of your long term friends.

Just because you grew apart does not mean you take them out of the friend category.

Most of the time when friends grow apart there is that feeling of rejection or anger towards the opposite person.

The best thing to do in my mind is figure out who your long term friends are and nurture those friendships.

Be selfless and caring so that in the long run you will still have those friends next to you.

If you put to much effort into those dying relationships then you will come out empty and alone.

Evaluate your friends.

Find Enjoyment

I have been told a lot of things, none of which have helped me to find enjoyment in my life.

I think people tend to stress about the little meaningless speed bumps more than important things.

I have found that life takes patience and perseverance to stay grounded and stable. 

The early sun rise in it's self is proof enough to be joyful in your life.

God created light for us so we didn't have to live in the dark, yet most people I know think the morning is boring and or annoying.

God shows us that we don't have to live in darkness.

I look at the morning as a blessing and the reassurance. 

When that sun peaks its head over the mountain tops it is soothing.

Remember how blessed we are.

Looking at life not worrying about the small things is the single most enjoyable state of mind I have come to.

Blue

She has Jupiter in her eyes

The black fluctuates with the light

and White clouds surround the outer blue circles

Oceans and galaxies combine swirling into effect

Little brown specks so tiny they are barely visible

Moisture creating a reflective layer

My love resides in her eyes 

Clean as water

Three clicks to the left and the water starts to dribble out of the faucet

The cold turns to heat and the steam begins to rise

Humming from the overhead vent vibrates through the tile

The sliding door squeaks shut behind him

Flushed with warm water

An array of feminine products absurdly stating nonsense

The droplets of water piling up on the glass and separately make a break for the bottom

Pipes pump the water from the ground up through and rattle their way out

His hair is drenched and his body soaked

The aroma of the soap flutters through the air

At the cream colored wooden door comes a knock

Through the water stained glass he sees a mouth filled out with white teeth

Her clothing drops the floor

The glass slides and she steps in

He slips into a lusting adventure

Half past eleven and he clicks the knob three to the right

The water is off and towels are snatched

The flowery rug leaves the evidence of two sunken into it

It's time to start the day