Why Dont I Work?

I procrastinate.
I run away.
I refuse to let me think.
Why don't I work?
I fired that clerk
who brought me to the brink.
In destruction;
in perdition,
my schooling ship did sink.
I lost my goal
and stared like foal
at failure and I blinked.

My whole crew was
within my head;
my ship was one-man manned.
I sailed her forth
to college north
and found no gleaming sand.
In this arctic waste
myself I've faced
against myself I've made my stand.
This divided crew
does search for truth
and lonesome ships remanded.

To Find Love

The wherewithall
in this land of fate
gives nothing towards
a sauntering gait
until the steps of what you do
lead you to a different you.

So, go forth now,
and sow your loving.
Leave it not in ancient covens.
for all the work and anything
go forth along for soul to sing.

Please, this trail though long...
just hike until your death you'll find
a love lost lest
you move your body toward it.
Your one true love... you'll find it.
It's love itself.

Writing Down My Dreams

In my head,

a flow of ideas

of fabulously fictional escapes,


and so I said,

"well, paper, here's

a run through for the fates."


And once I started,

I could not stop it

and wrote out Morphean lies.


I wrote bitches, cold hearted,

who went out and fought it.

Now, their bodies are lieing piled.


So, gruesome and gory,

but broken, distorted, her

feelings bursting at the seams


for a story, see,

of truths distorted, sure

just writing down my dreams.