My Endangered Bliss

You look phantasmagorically at me
in accusation of an endearing proposition.
I just need three drops of vitamin D
while you require a truck load of tacos.
Nothing will get the job a gold star
when we cannot focus on the opening of
an eye that is responsible for firing of the cannon.
Reprise me,
shock me,
taser me,
and elope with me.
It is the same old game we have
been playing.
I know you hear me.

My Meditation

I lay down on the floor
to stare at the blank white ceiling.
All the lights in my room are on
to make the ceiling the brightest canvas.
And I think about all that I should do,
all that must be done, and what I should not have done.
Submitting yourself into wrong doing
is a very complicated scheme.
If anything, you should compromise
your brain and your hands
into creating a healthy habit
rather then a hate crime.
Your lord is a leviathan
and your heart is a stone,
but somehow he loves you still.

Reliquary

A rich in mirth playwright
weighs heavily upon an audience
in which to guide it's next step
onto flat screen and fake actors portrayal
of something they could care less about.

When were the good old days
the witch would scream curses
and spells!
The crows would fly and attack with talons
scratch at me deep
and stain my eyes with
forever asleep.

Carrot House Hoppers

Tripwire set off explosions
which make me happy to see others die
and I do not mind at all
when someone cries, "Oh please let me go!"

Sleepy Time Reveries

Serpent crystals weaving trees
picking up where we left off
at last page of my journal.
If we finished the story,
lets begin our own
in secrecy inside a paradise.
Do you ever peer through a keyhole
and wonder what mechanisms keep the unwanted out?
The keyhole is a paradise
that only you and I live in.
We are lock-picker protected.
Come and enjoy all the sun
and play the mandolin for me.

If I Got The Attention I Needed, We Wouldn't Be In This Crises

Any method I try is a failure.
Anger does not work.
Kindness is pointless.
Internet is useless.
Social media is stupid.
Talking is obtrusive.
Learning is backtracking.
Commercialism is a sellout process.
Mainstream is too unhipster.
My way is the worst way.
Money is happiness.
Starving artistt forever.
Just help me to help you to help each other
to make the world go round.
Or lets just start a new war.

February Poem Titles Combined to Make a Poem

• I am always wrong about job recreation. 

• Spoiling for a Bludgeon

• All I Eat Is Candy

• A Freelance Dove

• Sleeping On The Scapegoat Train

• Dogma Breech

• A Farce Rudiment Pertaining to Russia

• I Know What I Do. Am I Doing it? Oh God What Am I ...

• Sidestep the Trellis

• Absolve

• Common Intrusions

• Oh Where.....

• Mirror Showing Remorse For Not Being A Mirror. The...

• Mediation Meditation

• Stuck Yuck Ughhh Why?

• Never Have A Tissue

• Convoys to Tajikistan

• Trepidatiously

• The Cannon Ball Logic

• Spontaneity Hot Lips

• Post War Analytical State

• Shoe Graze

• I Am Blood In The Meat Market

• I Am Chalking To You

• Online Baggage

• I Dream of Iron Clouds

• I Adhere To Nothing But To The Pages Of A Book

• Muffins They Glow, Muffins They Do Not.

• Normandy, Can You Serve me Food?

• I Commend to Mild Deformity

• Make me a Taco.

• Shrink

• It Changes Fate

• The Green Pastoral Sheen
• And all I had to do was copy and paste.
• That was too easy.