Another's Garden

Like a cement wall

I've crashed myself into, take the pain

It is human nature to be selfish, I agree

Now the clock resets itself

blinking zero

no alarm, no night, no day

It is obvious when you feel the current

There will be no more starry nights

Alas, my heart has reached it's destination

No alarm

To fight would be silly

as to accept is an honest approach

When you plant a seed 

that never grows

then you watch it grow in another's soil

It is that time, to reset

blink zero

12 am: 12 am

I will be dreaming of my puzzle for a while

a million piece's to answer

and i've finished too soon

The True Equator

Less of a poem in poetic form

a realization more or less

a lucky guess

I was sitting in the back seat of a car

watching the sky

imagining the equator was a confused super hero

diagnosed with OCD

he just can't live without making a ring

around the only place he knows

a home

like we pace back and fourth sometimes

thinking of things we do not understand

I'd like the think the equator is just some confused man

with powers more powerful than he can comprehend

where science is just as factual as religion

but the sun has no purpose but to blind us 

heatless fires, the sun must be machine

the sky is the mantle built to settle the view

no wonder why this superman is confused

ever watch fish just swim round and round?

they know we are watching but they don't know how

round and round, the equator, it's there

we are here. I am here

In the backseat of a car

riding on the same roads I've been on before

making my rounds, circling round

too much time to think. too much.

Prayer and Vitamins

The lines are said over and over again

His voice unheard yet, you hear it

A lie is told, so brave, so bold

A sickness but you can't cure it

You cough the medicine

You sneeze the truth

God bless you, God bless you

I do, or, you do?

The bed time story for the emptiness and tired

A riddle that spits such lies leaves most inspired

An obvious cure so hard to obtain

You choke on prayer and vitamins

God bless you, God bless you

Never Scream

Not alike

more...

subtle like a lion in a thorn bush

frightened? apparently

calm in the ways that I am bleeding

but not screaming, not a sound from me

I should scream and notify my surrounding that I'm bleeding

but I will drown before I admit it

the death of me

will be

probably

the quiet way of pretending I have not fallen

or scraped my knees on the glass i've dropped

still scattered around

reflecting every movement i make

thought it sparkles in the moonlight 

like diamonds, it is beautiful

but I wont scream

I hope you understand