Garden Snail

a shelter in a shell
a shell's a living hell
when a home becomes a prison
your hell is now a cell

when I know I have a back bone I'm more inclined to slouch
ever moving slowly
creeping slow into a crawl
the slime still far behind you.

to leave and still be a slug
in a garden infested with bugs.
I wish I could move
at a rate to improve
my life around leaches and grubs

apples that fall from above
never grow up and be free.
and seldom grow up to be trees
for when they are consumed
they're digested (entombed)
into excremental brown doves 

No, Time has passed

walk with me for once
talk with me once again.

never mind
seek that which is yours.
I don't share.
hell, I don't care.

depart from my sight
can't stand that look.
one I can only imagine.
one I believe you're capable of making.
how it haunts me.
doesn't it?

can't say for sure.
won't say I'm sure.
can't cause it's still a blur

was that you?
on the bus?
was that you
whom I used to trust

can't say that I've helped.
can't say that I could've
won't say that I tried.
can't say that I would've.

where did they all go?
why did I stay here?

I should be gone..
I could be gone.
but I'm not.

could it be hope?
I wish it were hope
and It very well can be hope.

but it's not.

it's not.

It's all times that seem to be all gone and over with. 

Chameleon Proclivity

Like what floats on a river
like want can't sink fast enough
a movement referred by inclination
so long as you've flow far away.
away from your problems
can't ever know you to well
directing your problems like that free flowing tide
mistook you for someone too brave to hide.

since you've gone
gone to far
since you've lost
lost so much
lost your touch.
lost it all

and I can't bear to let it slide
it's now torn though my rough hide
and it's a thorn on my side

you've changed friend
you've not you anymore
you've change fiend
you're not who I knew
you're not like before

Or just don't
change now, some more. I beg . become nothing instead. you have changed to adapt. it's ok but it's sad. cause your not what you could be. you've become what you want to be seen as. it's a drag I can say. that one changes each day to be saved from a slash by one with a gash in a heart.

I told you quite clear with assertion and fear to never get near for your joining wont last. and you would be a cast for a once broken heart.

but you do what you can to survive. it's quite noble you see
and for that I coincide your a chameleon indeed

Self of little or no value

Look, again
step aside
rest your head

by the rules you'll abide

set in stone are the causes we think then we are
broken bonds yet decided are sure to be wrong.

bomb the capital you ask
rotten filth lines the street
yet we eat where we feel like and
sleep where we need.

return our foreshadowed hope in exchange for free will
and yes we are unsound and valid indeed

unused to the purger
what health can we have
when you're soaked in their power
there can't be much fun
uncertain I am of the risk that you take

by you I mean me
and by me
my mistake

you're right and you're not cause what's left is you're done
the world is a value
and we are each of none 

For what it's worth

My sanction's sanctum bewildered by doubt
will my courage rejoice me?
or am I not eager to begrudge my objectives.
can I not go home unscathed
or is my worry the bases for reworking my security
I see the poor arise as the rain dances in colors
what world supports a battery of lies and negates the souls of man?

can a middle ground be the abyss of moderation?
well I'd hope more regrets encourage less action for
why would the soul less wonders of the human condition be in effect in our sorrows

why involve reason in death?
for my plea is no longer to the devil
but to the demons afoot

Intrepid Re: A dying breed

Sell out boundaries
lay a course for our insistence
we exist to be frail
so we search for destruction
it's obvious now.

we hide from our troubles and exemplify our causes
effects of the heart I'm sure.

but yet fear drives us.

like a drunk driver on the road
death will come soon enough

either for me or a victim

only time could tell

and the wreck that follows is there for the world to see
and slow down at a pace only a snail could hope to compete with

ofcourse no one there mourns for the dead
they only pass in hopes they don't share the same fate.

and sad to say everyone does

so fear drives us over the edge.
yet certainty wont allow progress
if held in the threshold that is our censes
when we pass though
all fear and restraint is held out like.
bounced into oblivion and our naked
selfless bones now lie and wait for it's next witness
to the horrific

can one be helped with out lashing?

can one be taught without pain?

or is the pain the lesson of living?

and death indeed the reward.

I say not.

but tell that to the mislead

To control and discredit

Seizure begins with the consuption of our own goods

such qualities at the behest of others are far to frequent and we aspire to begin our own source of contempt toward another. such occurrences must be unrewarded and result in a shameful banishing. 

heh, to neglect a scourge such as that we must be savages 

for what more courageous heroes  bite your leg and take you to safety.

a slow man can fear fires

but a fast man bullets

what many more dreams end in nightmares

what single beds feel large when under the spell of slumber

the world turns on it..s axis every day

and god is not at fault.