An Outlaw

I’m an outlaw,

I am not a poet,

I act out the dreams we share,

Poets only tell the tale.

I’ll take freedom anyway I can get it,

While you’re stuck in your modern constructs of time,

People are afraid of me,

Because they don’t understand my methodology.

I gave myself a title,

I wear it with pride,

I don’t care about your governments,

I’ll make my own and let you flail about like you know whats wrong.

I’m to tired to stay and fight it, 

I’m to awake to close my eyes on it,

I’ll just let it work its way out,

But even if it ever does I damn well ain’t going back.

Hollow Point.

A dead eye shot,

Armor piercing rounds,

Tracing you in the dark,

Following your ever foot step.

What are the things we do,

Things we do just to stay alive,

I can hear that train coming,

I can hear it with my eyes.

I can see you from a mile away,

But when ever you come near me,

It’s always a figure of my imagination,

A blurred image of what you once were.

Think about after the shower,

Think about the fog covered glass,

You try to wipe it away to get a better view,

It just gets worse over time.

Imagine you were in a boxed off room,

Contort the shape of the walls,

Invert the ceiling to match the floor,

Make a door with out a door knob.

I am an archer of true skill,

I use sound and sight,

I knock you down from a distance,

I take you out without a flutter of the eye.

I’ll stare into your soul,

I’ll look so deep into your eyes,

That you never look away,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

You can never pull away from my gaze. 

A New Heart

I see us,

I see us in my head,

We’re walking on the sidewalk,

I kissed you there.

I see you,

I see you crying happy tears,

My knee is bent, 

I hope I get it to shine enough.

I said to everyone,

I said to them you made me happy,

You make me happier every growing day,

As long as I can see you smile my life is worth it.

I heard,

I heard you whisper in my ear,

Sweet nothings to carry me away,

Simple words that I couldn’t live without.

I’ve seen you,

I’ve seen you at your worst,

And you’ve seen me at mine,

But none of that matters because you are just that.

You are mine.

The Truth in the Eyes

Focus on a fact, 

Think about it in your mind,

Bend the truth in the idea, 

Let it rot with time.

History is written, 

By those who didn’t lose,

Where’s the other side of the story,

Where’s the happiness in the blues?

As time passes by,

As we’re left six feet under,

The facts will change and still be facts,

Just contemplated no longer.

Posing for pictures in our minds,

Flashing us a white smile,

We don’t see it creeping in,

They had lied all the while.

I Shot and Missed

I’m a Starchaser,

Follow me as I aim higher then I can reach,

Come with me to a lost moon,

Come to the place where they don’t mind that I preach.

I Shot For the Stars,

I missed by just that much,

But I came damn close,

I almost had it in my Clutch.

I missed out on my best chance,

I missed out on my one shot,

Because once you leave that place,

You can never get caught.

I’m a poor mans excuse of a fortune teller,

I’m a retired teenager,

I never stopped caring,

I never got my gold and a pager.

Interior Design

There’s a time and place for everything,

A Broken feeling that goes along with it all,

A Crumpled up memory in your back pocket,

Almost illegible.

I think I broke her for the last time,

I think I changed her version of normality,

Nothing will be the same ever after,

Nothing will feel as good as this did ever.

I hope you still think of me in the depths of night,

While your eyes are closed and your music is up,

I want to be your distraction from distraction,

I want to be the first thing that your mind wonders off to.

I want our time together to be a main memory,

I want our future to be your main priority,

Like it is to me,

I can’t wait to see where we belong in this wild world we live in.

The Road’s a Dead Dream

At the wheel for hours,

Gazing off into the distance,

You see an ember burning off,

Burning brighter then ever.

It’s a little bit perverted,

A little bit distorted,

Blured by the rain,

But as bright as the day you were born.

They come in twos you know,

The lights that is,

They always leave their shape burnt,

Their image is always molded in the back of your mind.

Anyone that’s been driving home,

The time is late,

And the lights are low,

Your head already fell off your shoulder.

Then there’s your car,

The shoulder always feels to close for comfort,

The edges of the highway can never be at a safe distance,

You closed your eyes for just a second you swore it.

You know you’re in pain,

But you can’t feel a thing,

What’s the importance in yourself,

Think of the girl next to you.

You can’t even see her anymore,

The lights got to bright,

But they stopped coming in twos now,

The one that rages is bad enough.

I’m not a mind reader, I just have good judgement.

Look apon a face,

Watch their reactions,

Monitor their emotions,

Make an assumption.

Base your life on assumptions,

Make snap judgments,

You need to be able to react fast,

You have to know the right words to say.

Know what someone wants by their face,

Respond to their questions before they ask,

Live a life on imperial afflictions,

Even if it is reprehensibly reputable.

Love’s a Metaphor for the Human Condition.

I Loved you when you left my life,

I loved you more when you told me you hated me,

I loved you the most when you couldn’t even look at me,

I love you now that you forgot my name.

You believe in love when no one else does,

You keep you head held high and your eyes steady,

Even when I’m yelling into your face,

You never shook once when I slamed the door.

I never asked how you’ve been,

I never bothered to get to know your new man,

I never looked back until today,

I never asked how you stayed so strong.

You never opened the door,

You never got in your car,

You never took the time,

You never believe a word I said.

I don’t regret who I’ve become,

I don’t care what mistakes I’ve made,

I don’t ever forget what you’ve seen me do,

I don’t hate you any more.

You wish you could love who I am,

You wish I could take it back,

You wish you could forget what I said,

You wish you could stop hating me.

Remission.

Another song for the Lost Boys,

Another movie for the morbid drug addicts,

Another poem for a teenage dream,

One last thought for a depressed Poet.

What are these white things I see,

What are these small things that go down so nice,

I Gave them up to a greater power,

I Stopped for a bigger reason.

Did you know me,

Did you meet me when I couldn’t talk straight,

When I could never look you in the eye,

Because you might catch a glimpse into my soul.

You learned today my demons inside,

You found out what I always chose to hide,

Either locked up in the bottle to boil over, 

Or just at the bottom of one.

I have fixed my mind set,

I’ve worked out a method that works,

I’ve maintained to stay clean,

But for some odd reason my throats always dry.

My Nose pours blood,

My eyes spill tears,

My Vains pile drive my heart into a coma,

Slowly I slip away from your life.