Take another look
Look at me
My back is still broken
Look again
Now stop looking

It's been so long that I've forgotten how to hold a serious conversation with someone
I don't know how to start
I don't know how to reply
I don't know how to ask
I am out of practice

Take a look
Look at me here
My back is broken

I think it's safe to say
that you are a reoccuring character in my dreams

When I test the waters
I always forget how to swim

I want to embrace
I am a boring character
Afraid of risk

Concentration- by: unknown forgotten

It's beginning to get hard to concentrate
It's getting difficult to sit still when alone
It's becoming a problem to get to bed before late
It's always a worry of life under the moon
It's a continuing problem with a tense back that aches and cracks
It's still a spinning dizzy head that pains the brain
It's never being able to completely understand the facts and relax
It's a hard enough time already staying sane without devastation
It's wrestling the whole world within the worst holy wrath
It's destroying dreams deep down to dispose disputant distress
It's sincere substance survival versus surreality's silhouette of salvation and sensibility
It's null normality and neglect narrating nonsense nostalgia notwithstanding notoriety
Zealous of Zeus in the zenith zigzagging through the o-zone, my zeppelin will arrive at zerohour to zoom me to Zion behind the zircon sun. I will rest in the zephyr and zinnia's playing my zither as a zombie.

Concentration, what! -by: unknown forgotten

For it's beginning to get hard to concentrate
Ubiquitous, it's getting difficult to sit still when alone
Course, it's becoming a problem to get to bed before late
Keeping as it's always been, a worry of life under the moon
Yet it's a continuing problem with a tense back that aches and cracks
Often it's just a spinning dizzy head that pains the brain
Usually it's never being able to completely understand the facts and relax
Jaded, it's a hard enough time already staying sane without devastation
Of course, it's wrestling the whole world within the worst holy wrath
Subtly, it's destroying dreams deep down to dispose disputant distress
Heinous, it's sincere substance survival versus a surreal silhouette of salvation and sensibility
Under it all, it's null normality and neglect narrating nonsensical nostalgia notwithstanding notoriety
And in the end, zealous of Zeus in the zenith, zigzagging through the o-zone my zany zeppelin will arrive at zerohour to zoom me to Zion behind the zircon sun.
! I will rest in the zephyr and zinnia's playing my zither as a zombie and eating zesty zwieback. Zing!

Ghetto-

Good Sir or Ma'am to whom which I speak,
You do not know whom I am, or from whence I have arrived.
I shall do so as I please and see proper.
Regardless of any incoherence there may be between us.
Thank you, and I shall be on my way.
My good Sir or Ma'am! Shame be on you!
I surely hope you did not commit the actions I have just now, this very moment, witnessed.
Speak only to the palm of my hand that I have presented in front of you as a sign of commanded silence, or rather do not continue to speak further on this matter, for I wish not to hear any more of what you may have to say at this present juncture.
Good day, and thank you for behaving so rationally. Let us now part ways, leaving this issue mutually unresolved, to avoid any further complications that could lead to aggression.

Half of me always wants to say "fuck it" and give up
The other half of me persists
and tries to keep moving
Fighting against what the other half sees insignificant
it does so, thankfully
The latter keeps my heart pumping
and does so, even when it hurts

Even yet how jealous I grow
Lord help me lay low

Listen Closely to the Human- by: unknown forgotten

The sound of a sole person pacing about in a completely silent room
The set of every foot on the ground, one after the other
The sole of the shoe touching the ground
The squeak and stretch of the shoe as force is put upon it
The brush of the pant cloth rubbing together
and the movement of the legs deciding if that noise be made depending on step
The sound of breathing that is so often over looked
Each and every inhale, each and every exhale
The silence that abides in between
The arms swaying

Feel the action of introspection
Every muscle moves and they are there to be felt
The neck is holding up the head
The back is stiff in uprightness
The legs are tense, even when relaxed to support the entire human mass
The toes move endlessly, every step the flex and bend to balance the mass
Fingers twitch or lie still, depending on the conscious and unconscious signals sent from the brain
Feel every nerve end as the clothes embody your skin
Your shirt, your underwear, your socks
Feel your hair rest lightly upon your scalp!
It is always there touching you, yet we forget
The face expresses concern, sadness, glee, it's infinite!
And the heartbeat beat beat beat beat beat
The grumble of an empty stomach
The cracking of a worn joint
The human is a marvel
in silence pacing we disrupt the tranquility
The silence we disrupt is overlooked

Saints- by: unknown forgotten

I bit the bullet
It broke my teeth and came out the back of my neck
I caught the arrow in my hand
Or so I tried
It kept going and sliced two fingers off my right hand

You were a saint
You used to be
So was I
Back in the monastery in our vow of silence
I could levitate and turn water into wine
You could heal the wounded with your spit and slight of hand

Now we're desperate men
Changed hearts and confused minds
So I tried one last attempt
To prove my worthiness in this life

I had bitten the bullet
It didn't turn out so well
I caught the arrow
I'm handicapped for the rest of my life
Last I heard you were dead
Died drunk choking on your own vomit
Your bloodstream infected with disease

I meditated in a field of lilacs
To levitate once again
I rose high above the ground
Higher even yet
A large gust of wind came down from the heavens
And blew me off the horizon like a speck of dust

We were saints
We used to be

Try And Follow Me- by: unknown forgotten

It was like greasy pavement
And a burning tree
Whirled up into one big monstrosity
There was black skies
And protestors chanting
Cars everywhere
Something being rumored about burglaries
Cinder blocks and yellow paint
Sewage and railroad tracks forcing upon the senses
It was like a tv exploding (which I've never seen)
and an empty stroller rolling freely down a hill
Furniture knocked over
Stoves smoking in empty homes
And a dog fight
I heard a gunshot
After I felt the bullet enter my flesh
And that was it
I remember nothing else

Romantics- by: unknown forgotten

Oh divine incantation
Why do my eyes dash away at moments last
And walk away somewhere else
When with thee I've never better felt
Lay still, let your mind sleep
I will not move an inch until you awake
For to disturb you in this precious moment
Would be a ruin against myself
I too, silent slumberer, shall sleep the best sleep of my life

You were in my dream
Directly before I awoke
Your eyes glowed brightly
Your face illuminating
The thing I love most
Is that even when you are not here
You still make me smile at thought

Improvident Sunday- by: unknown forgotten

Oh how the clock hands turn slowly
I woke up early for no reason
Expecting to win the world over
but lo, I as the cold gray sky moves slowly
I am still here
Purely exsisting to exist
No cause or matter for now
The world hustles and frets
Creating, making life change
But as the clock moves ever so slowly
I will have gotten nothing done
I long for escape in the hour
I long for adventures and danger and fun
I would venture out into the wind and the cold
If only I had a means to travel
If only I had somwhere to go

Chewing on a paperclip
Biting down on tin foil
I don't have any fillings
It doesn't hurt
Gnawing on gravel
Sucking on dirt