That sinking feeling

There is a sinking feeling almost abnormal it seems,
It bubbles in your belly during dark dreams,
That will pull down at your core and stress your seams.
If your knots are not undone they soon will be.


This intense  gravity that builds and builds in weight,
In likeness to an obese man's plate.
Then a dark minded spirit on your shoulders will wait,
It's not too late then - to shrug it off- and be carefree. 

Lies

Lies are like roses-
They will smell and look pretty at first,
but in time will wilt to the barren truth.

My I's

I refuse your moderation and contemplation,
I am not a book you can judge or read.
I am not a credit card I do not need your validation.
I do not need any concentration to accept your condensation,
I see it only as your feeble attempt of ego inflation.
Eye blind of your hate, seeking loves sensation.
Eye Looking into your soul, it's seeking consultation.
I offer only love.

Sand castle

Powerless and careless,
I am a sand castle built too close to the sea,
all I see are the dark waters coming to drape me in oblivion.
My trillions of pieces will be scattered-
doomed to be faultily reconstructed elsewhere.
I doubt I can bear another resurrection,
but it seems enduring is my only choice.
The boiling ocean takes me bit by bit.
Maybe, if I am lucky-
I will one day be turned into glass.
Glass loses itself so proudly,
crashing and shatering,
sharp and mean.
All I can do is be trodden on,
and later- silently slip away into destruction.   

Note to a devil

This isn't a note for you,
or to you,
or about you-
not even a note i want you to read.
If you can read.
you -
Failure of failing.
Trickiest of tricksters.
Unholy creature without shame.
Most unclean.
Your evil extends beyond hate into love,
and that is your worst crime of all
even your down fall.
The love you generate-
bonds that cannot break
strength you cannot take
will you cannot shake.
Your life's alcohol-
god's sin.
Without fail you find a way to make them grin,
let you in,
truth is they let you win.
Yet all for nothing it would seem-
the world keeps spinning
in the morning your gone like a dream.

This isn't a note to you- or about you- or for you- or from you.
(because I am not you. . .duh)
 I wonder if you even exist-
if you do, this isn't even a note I want you to read.
if you don't, this note still had to be written.