The myth of neverland

 we spent our lives anticipating
On top of rocks at sunset
at our cousin's house a prolonged joke
The afternoon of great events

Dreaming of one moment
a defining second that would freeze our lives
Redeem us from shame guilt and pride
give us pure light

We'd stay up thinking about it
some lost sense that we needed to feel
Like hollow vessels we never did
The longing never fulfilled

How much twisting of a craving
sprouts the seed within our minds
prodding us like cattle to believe
in the intangible

Fly disobedient arrow

 A lonely world there you say
a foreign sky passes over
friendship less tangible
I'd send piece of my heart

arrow disobedient for good
reaches the tradewinds lifting
where no man breathes
into the grass old men blessed

Walking in silence at the base of the world
Where compassion is learned amid sarcasm
Where my own body grew and advanced forward
Take this piece of heart this arrow and stoke tomorrow

A lonely world indeed out here
take this handful of intention to see you well
to shield you from depression and anxiety
to filter their lies from the vessels of our minds

Overthrow their low thought
Head up and forward, I read your face
Take from me my word my faith my grace
Prosper despite their want for pride and shame

The food of Poverty

 Poverty was overfed
 wealth was hunger enhanced
A child whose legs were thin
couldn't feel autumn's dance

couldn't hear the scorn of it's call
Busy picking corn too tall for him
wealth looked like famine and unease 
poverty was a decadent feast

Boy wasn't told he needed to read
Just given a sack and some shears
to harvest the yard crops no cares
before the day of eviction

Couldn't hear the malevolent wind
Frost and blizzard it's prediction
Stripping husks down no afflictions
peeling through the days

His precious blood kept the body red but tendons slack
the freeze worked into the walls claiming the shack
right through his frame and without a flame
Cold robbed him next to the unlit coal 

His attempt at existence
his God given soul

Don't bother immigrating

 The dreamer relaxes in lost days
swallowed whole by the longing
Lost in a world where love is illusive
the struggle everywhere

Discontented on empty human boxes 
wishing for the future
Praying in the abandoned junkyards
emptiness has it's charm

Centuries of anchoring
people who prefer to be adrift
On a path somewhere 
that promises freedom

balance and neglect

 I see everything tipped on one angle
swinging one way
Is there no opposing force
No reistance

Pulling her arm down
The tray empty
Her blindfold loosens
The sword cuts

The horizontal length
Is not straight or even
In this void of order
Roots of mal intent take

Not the sun nor prayer can kill
Just balance
just order
just the straight lines of civilization

The pretender

 The chair was once filled
by some power unheard of
unspeakable today
echoes of him in the chamber

presence of him along the walls
Shadows that wouldn't obey when he lived
now distort the floor after midnight
The rattle of the doors

That crown still in the glass case
waiting for some far off pretender
nostalgic and naiive
Decides to bathe himself

In a seasoned sycophant soup
That spurned courage of initial conflict
That spun the web of all elaborate traps
plans that included the final step of inhumation

False morals to the end of him
well crafted stories that flew from truth
As the demonized are stained
matyrs and myths will reign

In my vision

 speed of eyeshot
penetrates the psyche
carbonized shoes
flee flee

The speed of this glare
friction singing fire over the path
Toward your face you turn
question burning a sythe 

A simple glance
evade it like a disease
but it's a lazer
Cutting through you

The velocity of my own eyes
capturing your dangling legs
Half of you today
haphazardly over tomorrow

The mere look I dare
bold and inapproapriate
moving through solid steel
desire cooks it and serves it fresh