Willingness

Unrelenting willingness to create
Anticipated vision, inspired thought
Tortured Calling
Trivial Human
Obsessed with time and gravity
Deep in chaos lives contentment
Husky notes call my name
Why must I make sense of mass?
The occupied fall witness
At the bottom of the temple
Grace and Harmony sit together
Distant
Content 
Connectivity a foreign element

Leon.

Don't tell them, I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.

Don't tell them, I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.


A tough day turning ten
You go from a single digit
To a double digit
You are now an adult.

I was wearing my Fathers clothes when I was 9
It was not unfamiliar that people relied on me
The weight you carry is sensitive and real
Sensitivity is your only measure to keep peace

You get moved away from your home
Fostered by caring people
Christ their salvation
Thank god they have faith

It gave me a place to rest my tired head
Night one, my birthday, a Jelly Bean Chocolate cake
As they presented the cake with huge smiles
I whispered to my brother ,Don't tell them...

I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.

Placid Bear, Eats what it wants.

Teeth grit at the side of the lake
No moment without a blood soaked memory
Every touch a noise that echos

Penetrated skin
Unlawful Hunt
No time like the present

You can see the placid bear
It eats when it wants
It survived this long

Hibernation not an option
Only to bunker down
Hearing the teeth grit  

Mediocre Template

Sometimes it is like ever bad decision got you here
Other times it feels the good to have made the wrong choice
Most of the time it feels great to breath the soylent smog
Each day the tomb wraps me in it's cold grasp

Peace looks like a dream, mainly because it isn't free
Etching the tiny existence in a material that will perish
Only wishing the day was ours instead of yours
Perfect is narrated by the frail unrealistic pessimist
Leaching on the tit of the neighbour on life support
Eagerly counting the maggots on their genitals

The atmosphere has touched yet again.

The consecrated skin has touch again
Hear the heart pump courage
Twisted concepts make it to another sunrise
It has been gone so long, so long.
When the uninhabited met the landscape.
The overwhelming feeling of disappointment
No silver blessed bullet can stop the fox,
Consistently surviving the hunt. Abnormal.
The relentless countdown taking bite sized chunks
It hit me so unkind, it took the last piece of sky
Disenchanted backdrop ran through everything.
The atmosphere has touched yet again.

While the sleep is restful

I roll over because the sand is warmer there
Glancing at the sun, through the gaps in my hat
Hollowing for just moments, I can ignore
While the sleep is restful, my thoughts are full

Each clench of the fist draws iron from my side
The palace has no warm spots, but stinks of wealth
But at night by the fire, conversation can be great
While the sleep is restful, the house is still cold

Testify the great man who told the truth of the future
No matter what though, I won't be here to see it
The man and his future look similar to mine, Rigor Mortis
While the sleep is restful, it is forever.

The Dimples

I checked the time an hour ago
I still look at your watch

I made a time to make it
I still was late

I had scheduled the date
But the time never came

I lost my little toe at the wharf
I was so proud to see the gold star on there

I challenged the stranger
He was good at Rock, Scissor, Paper. I lost

I stood at the lights hoping for it to be sunny
But it was scorching



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The Mist..

The Mist that, is Mist

Look at the Mist hit your face
You are so beautiful in Spring
My ankle has clicked since that day
That colour always looks good on you
The toll ahead seems a little steep

The Mist is more, than Mist

Hands held tight in to the night
We just leave the light on until 3:38
The bills are due yesterday
I know a day with you is worth it
Destiny is our experiences

The, is more than Mist

All that matters is we are baking.
But I love you.
Mist on my cheek,
Mist on my boot.
I could not see the end.

Nothing will stop the Mist.


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The Sqwinchy Test

The Sqwinchy Test


Each nestled feather has and entry
The fickle pose of the duck was a problem
There was a time when the duckling was brave
But now the gunpowder has to be removed before it is cooked.


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