The Spider

Crawling across the sky,
On invisible thread,
Born of your body, given to the Earth,
S’that others may be dead,

Caught in your snare then left to sit for days,
Contemplating your fate,
Until you’re led into eternal sleep,
Would you have never fallen for the bait,

Of faith in your indestructabil’ty,
A flaw in most of us,
Else preoccupied with mortality,
A state most injur’ous.

Which will you be,
The spider or its meal?
Or perhaps you refuse to see that way,
Opting ‘stead for the free spirit ideal.

Train Of Thought

It’s not your perception,
That informs what you see,
Nor does the world impose itself on you,
By its activity,

 Ev'rything is there for you to notice,
It is what you look at,
How meaning connects each to the other,
What you ignore’s still an existing fact,

 No need to dismiss those who are diff’rent,
‘less you want solitude,
There’s the same gap twixt you and all people,
The human mind’s imbued,

With uniqueness,
You may find those you like,
That does not mean you see th’exact same world,
If you did, you’d want to major in psych.

Everything Is Perfect

Ev'rything is perfect,
Just the way it should be,
Embedded with all the imperfections,
That are necessary,

The dis'ppointments that undermine your goals,
'fyou e'en know what they are,
The reinforcement that what you're doing,
Is taking self-exploration too far,

The hours of doubt alone in your own thoughts,
Wondering what to do,
All this despair is just a component,
Of where you're going to,

Which is perfect.
'fyou knew you'd be okay,
Would you spend so much time contemplating,
Or just enjoy each and every day?

Next Step's On You

What risks have you taken,
That follow your own heart,
With an ends that wasn't written for you,
So you're playing a part,

Reinforcing not just the role you have,
But those others are cast,
You might say your soul aligns with them both,
But you are speaking from behind a mask,

Not that any of us can avoid that,
We are all out and in,
Living 'mongst other individuals,
With certain assumptions,

That have to be,
Else we could never share?
But there's sharing and then there's following,
Doing one without the other is rare.

No More

There's no time for po'try,
Takes too much energy,
Think of all the things you could accomplish,
If you just let it be,

The scads of money that could flow your way,
Distracted not by heeds,
Couched in soci'ty's lazy river flow,
Claimed by those with uncomplicated needs,

With the luck of being of the right sort,
Most are simply repressed,
Who must fight for the chance meander,
'long that disfunct'nal mess,

But go ahead,
To each their own, for sure,
Better a rhyme is never put to pen,
Than risk the ways we have learned to endure.

No Matter

No matter who you are,
No matter  where you're from,
No matter what society tells you,
No matter your vision,

No matter that you've had a harder life,
No matter your priv'lege,
No matter the luck you have been handed,
No matter how you have lost your edge,

No matter how many people hate you,
No matter how you try,
No matter your colour or culture, 'fcourse,
No matter that you cry,

No matter what,
No matter how you grew,
No matter too big or soc'ally fixed,
No matter should be too big to stop you,

That Crumb

That crumb will never know,
The anguish that you feel,
The whispers obsessed with what you're doing,
That facts cannot repeal,

The leers you imagine, it will ne'er see,
Though, who is it to say?
There will e'er be vindictiveness to fight,
Though you did not want things to be this way,

Then it's swept along with the rest of them,
Thrown into the garbage,
Thank god it cannot feel the way you do,
The bullet it did dodge,

The lucky ones,
That have no choice to make,
That care not for the doings of others,
Throughout time, that's the origin of hate.

Shooter

When you’ve no direction,
Heart only beating blood,
You’ve no connection with those around you,
There’s just the voice of god,

Acts of vi’lence swirl around in your brain,
Not yet acted upon,
You’re a male, no doubt, who cares how I know,
Whether genetics or institution,

The fantasies should be enough for you,
If you’ve grasped real’ty,
It don’t matter if this world’s illusion,
It’s still lived in by me,

I want to live!
Sure, life is always hard,
We're thrust in here with no true direction,
Why should you decide that I should be barred.

Chin Up

There’s nothing left to say,
The battle has ended,
Your body’s broken and your mind gave up,
We all just pretended,

Of course there were people who propped you up,
They wished for you to do the same for them,
Things were fine, then were not,
You didn’t support equilibrium,

But they are not the keepers of knowledge,
Nor can they see in you,
The world is a fickle and thoughtless place,
There’s nothing you can do,

Except p’haps pray,
You know, you never know,
No matter what, don’t stop searching for truth,
Though you might withstand a salvo of blows.

You Have It Hard

Do you have it so bad,
That you can’t sleep at night?
You owe money to people you don’t know,
With no recourse to fight,

There is no one close to you anymore,
Nor was there e’er any,
You had to rely on your inner strength,
When perusing connection or money,

Your home, what there was of it, was destroyed,
By the military,
Trama from watching your parents murdered,
That was your legacy?

All or just some?
Does it really matter?
Your life is one to be envied by some,
While you lament things your chasing after.

Upon Reflection

Sometimes you can be tired,
Curl up into yourself,
No thoughts encroach upon your peacefulness,
About anything else,

These are the moments to re-energize,
Before you start again,
Maybe, also, to re-evaluate,
Your curr'nt occupation,

To reflect on the fleatingness of life,
No matter how it feels,
Even the most excruciating pain,
Is long only while real,

Then there is you,
One day you'll not exist,
In your final moment will you smile or,
Will you only think of what you have missed?

Until You Know

Where is it that you live?
In or outside your head,
Obsessed with what you have and what you want,
Kept awake in your bed,

Or detached from the material world?
There is no right answer,
It's a complex dance anchored in fortune,
You may find it's sometimes one then th'other.

Then there are other people around you,
No matter what you think,
If you know yourself, you will attract those,
With whom you share a link,

Or you'll be cast,
Like human detritus,
No home, family, friends or direction,
Like your selfness, life will be nebulous.

My Brows

If you had no eyebrows,
Or nose upon your face,
Long, bulbous protuberances instead,
Stuck all over the place,

A hunched back scaled with overlapping nails,
Exposed organs ‘round front,
A voice that projects directly to space,
Shuffling on puss bags soft and corpulent,

In a world populated by the same,
Ruling over the land,
All conveniences geared toward your form,
No help for human hands,

Would we be friends?
Bushy brows and thin frame,
A soul that, if bared, you would understand,
If you would only just ask me my name.

Tired

Have you ever been tired?
Doesn’t matter of what,
Long, hard days doing work you don’t want to,
Wanting things you ain’t got,

Relying on people who let you down,
The hot sun ev’ry day,
Having to eat ev’rytime you’re hungry,
Seeing only black and white when it’s gray,

Having a body you don’t really like,
Maybe doesn’t work well,
Chasing the meaning that never appears,
Now you know why Eve fell.

You don’t have to,
Though, there’s no reason not,
Lie down, take a rest, take stock of who you’re,
You will never get what you have not sought. <\blockquote>

What's There

Sometimes you will forget,
The miracle that's you,
Your ability to look at the sky,
And recognize the moon,

Then reflect on its distance from the Earth,
If it really exists,
Or if it's perhaps, maybe all a dream,
Which ain't the primary question, is it?

It's that you can ask the question at all,
Like, who else can do that?
Even reading this you cannot be sure,
If you don't smell a rat.

The rat is you,
Who knows what is out there,
It's all a backdrop for your amusement,
Or for your complete and utter despair.

The Manual

You may have many flaws,
Chronic halitosis,
A shoulder that causes you extreme pain,
Family awkwardness,

An obsession with irrelevant things,
Time could be better spent,
Unless they give you such satisfaction,
It’s worth the subsequent impoverishment,

The alienation of those you love,
Who can’t help loving by you,
You make situations so hard you die,
Not getting what’s your due,

But that’s your choice,
It’s so easy to see,
Features that could have just made you unique,
You’ve made the excuse for being ugly.<\blockquote>

What Did You Say?

What is it you're saying,
When you say anything,
The words you speak and the gestures you use,
In what you're relaying,

Invested with all of your intentions,
You recognize or not,
Spoken to self-actuating humans,
Who have their own struggles that they have fought,

Who might not care for what you say at all,
Strictly 'cause who you are,
Offends their own intentions in this world?
You understand so far?

Watch what you say,
'tleast listen as you do,
Treat words as precious as you do yourself,
Because they are an extension of you.

The Dip

You want to end it all,
You're so tired of the war,
If everything you are told is true,
You don't know you no more,

You want to start it all over again,
Not for pity or shame,
As the only way to make yourself heard,
With no chance for a derisive refrain,

It's not an uncommon situation,
Nor to be dissuaded,
Life is over in the blink of an eye,
Whether fresh or faded,

Of course, then what?
There are no guarantees,
You could come back to try it all again,
Or never find out other destinies.