if i had an angry poem this would be it

i tell my heart to be punctual
but i feel like its too late
with my last
experience
my hops and skips
and jumps
and the sudden stop
has my heart confused
like a watch to wear
but time
has never told the truth
the silly brands we
wear to
distinguish class
but trash picks up on
tuesday
and you are so last year
but you still decide
to dance around father time
like a little girl
innocent with a smile
in front
and a knife behind
so stab me in the front
so what i see is true
put me by the recyclables
so at least i am able
to be
reused
reformed
renewed

perspective

between the black and white
lies the forbidden grey
our youth forever has told
what is fair but their
in that place
is cruelty
shortcomings and sure as hell
not fair
where is the color that
you place in my dreams
where wishes come
true and and magic
is not deceit but a belief
don't get me twisted
its not superstitious
it just mysteries uncovered
and truth revealed
oh i want to believe
things will be alright
but because i sleep
daylight dies
and night open's her eyes
the jealous moon is troubled
as my heart revolves in cycles
and creating gravity
for me to only barely jump
when i really want to fly

teach me how to die

poppa teach me how to die
because obviously something
im doing isn't right
i am playing risk in my head
a global domination
in conquering the grounds
that have robbed your 'stead
but each town is burned
a church is filled with girls
who are either boring
or already in use
so i walk away like an outlaw
and write my psalms
no woe's with coyotes
just a poet
anxiously waiting for deliverance
and dangers
because i chose tornado
over cotton
wild over meadow
bareback over saddle
ride the pony
to find the stallion
toss my hat down to fix your fives
and put them together for ten
i bet bucks
because i wont change
unless the lion in me
is shaved and humbled
i will continue to walk alone

a promise big enough to shake nations

marlbro lights and
the lighter wont strike
so i sit and sigh
try to cage stress
and simplify life
ive got a panoramic view
its the southern sky
expansive and big
its night
only a few are out
its probably because of the halogens
or something robbing a star to shine
strike
smoke
alone
little flags placed around my feet
all white
critically to mark
for the dig to extend a foundation
something concrete
but i am unstable
an unfinished sentence
incomplete
knock ask repeat
fair enough
this call is forever
your ten digits is within reach
hesitate smile wait
a spark is only for a second
darling your a firework
i am completely aware
when you took the sky by surprise
stretched out your lines
directed me up
and looked west to come to east
another promise
is sacrifice

remain

on a day full of shine
full of peace
shadows
close in like a leopard for the prey
you know what happens next
they lick their chops
and leave what they don't want
for the other scavengers
to pick apart the remains
that is what i am now
remains
but if i cut the serpent
off of what i feel
i remain
i like that much better
because it leaves me standing
even though i am left
it is right
fix me again Maker

(epilogue)
[damn i am desperate]
no pride no pride
humbleness is the servants key for eternity
LIFTED

treasured brands

its what i was feeling yesterday
and i was told you spoke
within the treasury
and you picked it perfectly
[x marks the spot]
because shortly x's turn into t's
if its turned 90
or 45 degrees
[i dont know math]
forgive me but
i know how to add and i know
what i must subtract
somehow this fear has left me standing
with the demons gathered
and there i am naked waiting
for the killer stones but you
divide the young and old
and send them on their way
still left standing
with your line drawn in the sand
the same caleb used
where joshua shortly signed
our lives away
recognizing death as a peril
but rather as a pearl
we are just that
mullosk that this treasure
you see in us
you cannot wait for us to understand
if we go
we will live
because that noose
was never ours to take
we will just wear the brands
this is freedom

[singleness]

my talks with God lately have been like a shotgun blast
executed for a short round and the pigeons shit
and my clay a mess
the best thing of being broken is being able to be fixed
the crippled wings
and missing ribs
is my celibacy
where rank has no name
and structure is only under the roofs of our home
inviting a likely daughter will be the biggest proof
for me to believe again
i am not lacking
i am not wanting

i am waiting

and i am satisfied