Penicillin

Penicillin

Smoke rises

Cherry brightens

Forgotten Crisis

Whiskey rain

Senses Deafen

Illusions Blending

Mind mended

Whiskey rain

People Losing

Failed Students

Still Boosing

Whiskey rain

Ending

Falling through the cracks of a dead society of fools

The tired warrior sheathes his sword

The time for bloodshed has expired

Yet the human condition remains a parasite to its host

This vile creature screams in agony

Hate flows through the mans restless soul

Consuming itself from the inside

All that will remain are brittle bones

Prose: Gnawing of Flesh

  "We fall away from the truth and seek foolish pleasures.  That is the true essence of man."

  It was a dark night.  The storm from earlier that afternoon had all but faded away.  I walked through puddles so black i appeared to be a silhouette in the reflection.  Blood dripped from my sword into the murky puddle below, transforming it like red dye.  Faint screams of terror and anger rung in my ear like mosquitos.  Feelings of regret clawed their way to the surface of my thoughts. I exhaled them with a trembling breath.  "Why?!  Why did it have come to this?!  If only...!!!"  My thoughts raced like mad hordes of buffalo.  On the surface I appeared calm.  Inside I was a pyramid of card surrendering to a unsympathetic north wind.

Finding Lost Worlds

Fantasy Fades

Destroying Disassociation

Falsifying Failures

Enlighten Errors 

Fog

We are undeserving of the air we take for granted
This cage we so foolishly named "mother"
Toxic smoke fogs our thoughts and engulfs our third eye
We are alone now, for all the stars have vanished

Metal birds light the melancholic night sky
Barely visible through the eerie fog of ignorance
The fall of man masked by the march of progress
In the end the dark will resemble the beginning

Onward

Whilst the snake sheds it's skin

Leaves crumble and crack

Whilst the bear comatoses 

A cloud becomes quiet

Seconds are endlessly fleeting

Slipping from grasp like grease

Illusion fuels the engine of time

The clock tower has fallen

Sanctuary

  Welcome to sanctuary.  A place where extremes are absent.  A place of content.  A place of peaceful consideration.  This is the resting place all men unconsciously seek.  It is a place where the mind is still.  This is the true Nirvana.  It is not truly obtainable through substance or wealth.  The road will detour if the seeker tries to travel down it by dishonest means.  All one must do is accept oneself and be understanding.  Then you may enter Sanctuary.

A Memo

  There are many dark and light forces at work on this spherical mass of rock we call earth.  The biggest mistake a man can make is to bear the world upon his own shoulders, for he will surely collapse.  It is for this reason that desperate and wise men alike call upon a higher power to assist them in a life that all have lived and few have truly loved.  How many desperate good people do you think call upon God and his angels for protection, success, and wealth everyday?  It is because independence is impossible if you wish to survive in this chaos filled wilderness we call space.  

  We live in a world filled with people consumed by greed, fear, grief, lust, ignorance, and hate.  Man refuses to love his neighbor for fear of being rejected of some form of payment, whether it be love, acceptance, time, tranquility, or money.  Instead man takes these things from his neighbor unjustly.  Then the neighbor feeling cheated takes these things from others, and so on and so forth.  

  It is up to the men and women of today to learn how to treat their fellow man, so that the children will learn.  This will ultimately lead to a better world tomorrow, but just as the farmer doesn't yield crops without planting seeds first, we must also create these changes in ourselves today.  Overcome fear, greed, lust, ignorance, and hate; then we will live in peace.

                       -Joe Wheeler

Leaves

The tree stands solitary

Undisturbed by the violent wind

Buds emerge at long last

The eternal winter has ceased

The tree stands solitary

Young leaves blow in a summer breeze

The sun breathes life and warms the earth

The youth of summer is at hand

The tree stands solitary

Leaves change colors with age

The wind blows until all have touched earth

Dead leaves stain the ground in fall

The tree stands solitary

Naked as the snow violently falls

Burrying the dead leaves underneath 

So is life

The tree stands solitary

Update, Advice, and a quote

  I've noticed that I haven't wrote any articles or poems in a while.  My sincerest apologies!  I've been enjoying the journey of life.  I used to only write when I was deppressed so I've decided to write when I'm okay as well.  Or is it true, that pain breeds beauty?  Why must we suffer to enjoy peace?  I geuss taking things for granted is in our human nature.  We try our best to hold fast to our virtues and principles, yet there are still laws in place in the universe that keep us in line.

    I've been in a beautiful relationship with a beautiful girl for a little over seven months now.  And although we have to work at it daily, it is definitely worth it.  Some of the young men out there might suffer in the relations department.  Trust me.  I know.  My advise is for your happiness as well as those around you.  Be yourself.  The person you are inside is beautiful weather you believe it or not.  You don't have to be "cool", "popular", or "good looking".  Just be yourself.  A tree can't be a bird because it can't fly.  But, a bird can't be a tree because it would die.  When you understand this you will find peace in yourself.  

    I've been thinking.  "Why do I write poems?  No one really reads them.  So why do it?"  I think I've found my answer.  I do it because I love doing it.  I do it for me.  It is what I will leave behind for the world to enjoy.  It is my mark.  It is my passion.

"Those who laugh at you in public, cry in solitude."-Me