{FINAL ANALYSIS OF THE COLLAPSE}

The Radar Tower Has Collapsed

Dilapadated Structure Syntaxed

Synapse Firings and Wanderings

Aimed for the Wrong Place

The Minds Just Wandered

Now Lost in Space

{THE SPONGE}

Not To Be Absorbed 
By The Outside

A Confluence Of Influence 
To Decide

Fates Construction 
By Design

A Faint Apparition 
Through The Looking 
Glass Eye

Cant See I Died 
To The Wind

Three Sheets In

Metaphysical Connotation

Seen, Unseen, Deaf 
Dumb and Blind

No Senses, No Consolation

No More Fighting 
For The Prize

{HORRIBLE POETRY}

This poem wasnt written
For a Boy or a Girl

It was written with
Not a care in the world

This poem wasn’t written
With you in mind

It wasn’t concerned with
What you think 
Needs to be defined

This poem doesn’t care
What you think, you think

This poem doesn’t care
If the beat is going to sink

This poem is an iceberg
It just sank the titanic

This poem is the warning
That puts everyone in a panic

It wasn’t written
To go back in time,

It wasn’t written
To fast-forward or rewind

This poem doesn’t care
If you’re a lover or critic

It doesn’t care if you
Are a sweetheart or very acidic

This poem wasn’t written
To show you fantastical signs

Or write words of grandeur
Or semantics confines

This poem wasn’t written
With the end thought out

It was written at the moment
Of complete sheer doubt

It was written
To satisfy nothing at all

It was written
From the thought of a call

So I hope you don’t try
To figure it all out

Because then 
You may miss the point
and You just may pout

This poem might be
Horrible from your observation

But this poem isn't
Based on your creed,
science, nation or religion

This poem is getting
Older with each lined written

It doesn't care if you
Have been shy or
If you have been bitten

This poem doesn’t care about the Pulitzer
You can keep your awards,
They’d fill up the isle of Great Britain

Now I must go I made my point
To write a horrible poem
To break all the rules
To invite the great King Jeroboam

So I will leave you with
A slap in the face
At the end of the stanza
Enjoy this annoying extravaganza

{THE OPENING}

Two men 
Look out 

At the sea

Determining 

All possibility

Each wave

Is it's own crest

Then it crashes

The sound 
That it makes

Sets the tone

Of painful lashes

But underneath 

Is something deeper


Turn on the light
And find
The light house keeper