A problematically good aim.

Told I need to be smarter, a penny for the thought

mugged off, of no wars fought

no penitentiary, a different direction walked

from life in tension to good intentions to create a mind like a fort

to venture fourth from the third degrees to do 180 on lessons retaught 

a D for art but I'll score the highest score on the board, that will be the retort

mistakes of missed takes will never be passed the torch 

been told many times I'm abhorred, that's ok only one human I want to be fantastic for

one opportunity slipped or maybe more

for they don't shine the light for what I'm looking for, for their feelings sore

as the mind plays tricks on what I could've caught 

who I could've courted, but most were brain dead tricks following the zombie hordes

the social whores who think all men will come when sex is called

then act appalled when the offer falls 

upon deaf ears of those who want more than legs sprawled

and claim they're not real men, as it's what their exploration taught

then turn so touch starved they follow the wilderness call, to be mauled 

a bear hug of hatred restored, outpoured, you gonna hear them Roar 

yet it's guys fault that they're battered and bruised, used by dawn

guess it's not surprising when pop artists are their mentors.

If not this life then maybe the next, but I swear I'll find the cure

to be worthy of who I'll adore.

Unwandered alone.

Water fell down the car window, like tears it streaked

I saw rainbows in each drop, as they played with the suns heat

and the contrast of her beauty, looking nonchalantly in her seat 

as I stopped for a heartbeat, to feel the same water soak my feet

a quiet moment alone, walking down a bustling street 

transformed the damp to a grand sense, of a lifetime lived discreet 

a fortune formed from an unfortunate imagination, of a life bittersweet 

for even as pure fantasy, we weren't destined to meet

but the sight still remains of her beauty, forever on repeat

and although I hate the feeling, I thank God for my wet feet.

Collective collaboration.

Fleming discovered penicillin and antibiotics

and ICI Pharmaceuticals helped create antipsychotics

while the famous in lyrical media seem to brag about being psychotic

and it's social sister has a body that's nothing but erotic

with a lust for surgeries that's purely cosmetic   

an artificial silicon inflation, yet we fear robotics

humans and research has always been symbiotic 

yet, what the mainstream seems to question has become idiotic

who hates who more has become a familiar topic

as genuinely learning from each other has turned strangely exotic

we war with each other over anything, no mater how microscopic 

and turn a blind eye or pussify the will to stop it.

Positive collaboration now lies within papers torn.

We stand on the shoulders of giants, it's what I believe is the gift for being born

still people bragging about being murderers, killers to whoever scorns

like little kids still drawing with chalk, we stand tall but walk with dwarves 

in the third millennium still we venture forth, we age like fine wine missing it's cork

parading the Devil like it's cool to wear horns,

but we fear nothing more then how we collectively talk.

Lost and

Saw heaven that wasn't there

just a smile and an evil glare

heard truth that was but a dare

a beacon of light that was an unanswered SOS flair 

saw beauty bare but without the care 

and rode a dream to awake to a dead mare,

we've seen hell that didn't seem fair.

Hope springs to summarise a fall

to try again with memories hauled

for those who deserve better, then what we can recall.