The urge to do.
Yearning to start, with much zeal.
The urge to do.
Yearning to finish, with a coup,
Or without, I will always feel

I’m not tired—
alternatively, I’m forfeit.
I’m not tired;
Sleep won’t solve this I’ve acqui
Problems luring to their orbit

I write sorrow
It’s no matter how much I strain.
I write sorrow.
My scripts cast over by shadows.
Lyrics I compose show pain

All I’m known for is indignancey
Unilaterally, that’s all I guess.
Dilated perceptions since infancy
Righteous soap box preaching to br
Even though the rest, my peers, wo

Gracious, have I ever been so los
Stumbling, over and over, I begin
My words are my shield and sword,
Damn, why don’t you see what I se
Love has never been a choice for m

Write one a day;
A verse that explores all cycles.
Write one a day.
Structure takes the mundane away.
Creativity is viral

Forgive lovers
for horrid displays of passion
Forgive lovers
for their arts which do uncover
the reasons for which some may las

An instrument of chipping glaze an
Though it is seldom played in pres
the wear of glee’s remnants tint t
Dust glides through the air, drift
The open window disturbs it’s peac

In sleep he dreamt of blissful thi
These soured, made his mind a tain
He says, there’s nothing more to l
I should’ve stopped the struggles
The warrior confides his festering

Four part cycle
The best mark is leaves– rise and
Four part cycle
Water falls, pools, to icicles.
The cardinal winds always call

Tu es nicht mehr,
bitte, Herr, weil ich kann nicht.
Tu es nicht mehr,
bitte, die Schmerzen sind sehr sch
Weisst du wenigstens Augenblick,

Plenty of time!
a whole month to finish cases.
Plenty of time,
But It passed, no fault of mine.
A partner? There’s hardly a trace

You must be bored,
without a playmate to contend.
You must be bored.
Tricks connect me to you, tight co
Feel free to fiddle, feeble friend

He’s a 'poet’
but most would rather call it pros
He’s a 'poet’
Still somehow nobody knows it.
Literary elements? Close.

Number one thing
on my List, point of life? No str
Number one thing
guides my Wishlist. Pulls my life
I have found it, in man compressed

If the shoe fits,
why try so hard to this mode vanqu
If the shoe fits,
why object to familiar wit?
In flight from this artists anguis

Runaway vein
why must you escape their blunt pr
Runaway vein
one would think you would restrain
fluidity to blood that flows

Arbitrary
and, I guess, insignificant
Arbitrary
makes me revolutionary.
One time around, for me, glinting

Why go outside
when one can buy what the world sh
Why go outside?
Rain sounds far better when I’m d
Perhaps one can’t smell the roses

Aches that echo
through every land for all ages.
Aches that echo
through all people that time has e
In old bare Ireland it raged,

Mundane gossip
somehow considered a classic.
Mundane gossip
with spats of meaning, it’s a toss
between significance and plastic.

Steam rises
From falling water’s collisions.
Steam rises
Coagulates, coats, chokes: Sizes
Me to just a condensation

Misunderstood
assumed to be a heretic
Misunderstood
unable to accept what he should;
counter to his religion picked—

It is silly.
Really, please, to me pay no mind.
It is silly.
I watch longingly, yes, creepy,
But I see you to her be kind.

Child-like mind
still beyond my comprehension.
Child-like mind
raises worlds—surpass the divine.
He’s released from the detention

Your contentment is an illusion
Not to say your existence is bulls
But it’s hardly reality as it shou
We all have heard some persuasion
of what manipulates us, it

Homicidal
And Honorable: synonyms.
Homicidal:
Requisite for glory, vital
To one’s worth. It’s the pseudony

If that were all
I’d rest, speak to myself solely.
If that were all
I could delight in pretty song.
Truly, it’s the cries of wings, lo

Sit back, relax
And enjoy the projected show.
Sit back, relax,
See old legends now in IMAX.
Retelling of tales already known.

My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip
Has now peaked in the valleys of d
On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil
Though this frost does surprise th
Bear-grass can grow despite

Seated upon spring green spires
Ironic, bears for it don’t desire.
Conical stone hides
Wistful wisps inside.
They reside

Violence cycles
Both within lands and between them
Violence cycles
Through lords of loss, maniacal.
Leaves ruins of nations dim,

It’s not over.
Russian, Japanese, African—
It’s not over.
We think it’s gone, it’s just olde
Don’t dismay, though Love it can.

I am sorry
that my mood has been so curdled.
I am sorry
I can’t remedy what ails me.
The dispassion come from hurtles

She waxes and wanes;
Waxing when emboldened by time.
She waxes and wanes;
Waning when She humbly refrains.
She fades to little more than a li

Prepare to fail;
Winning isn’t for everyone.
Prepare to fail.
Perfection is a far off tale.
All expect it, though we know none