Walden! I seek you during empty hours.

The docile take their apple farms as wild,

While chronic tillage cultivates the child;

Their faultless melodies breached by power,

And taught to sow abroad where soil hasn’t soured.

Rapacious craving taints your pond now mild.

Distant and dry are mouths who live beguiled.

What hope under blinding diamond towers?

Let the spirit rave—Birds don’t sing in caves.

A thousand seeds contend a single fruit, but

Complacent dwelling smothers growing grasses.

Behold Walden! For Nature cannot enslave!

Release the temporal; crack and shell the nut.

Truth welcomes the desperate men of masses.

I wager I've been alone

Because a cliche of the sun's spotlight

Hasn't shone on that one.

I wrestle with trembling desire,

Desire for the rays to arrow 

A woman down a golden brick path.

Where she tip-toes around fire ants

Right to my clammy feet. 

She tells me to loosen up,

Because the hummingbirds 

Are singing without me,

That the Cypress' live in swamps

For hydration because 

They're out dancing all night, 

And the wind whistles 

Like a cat-call which lead her

To me. 

Then, my tongue twists and my

Throat thunders,"You speak poetry."

She replies, 

"No, I speak love."

But, I deceive myself, believing

The morning rays aren't just

The feeble glow of a cell-phone, and

The wind doesn't heap over-dyed

Split-ends to the next fashion show. 

Oh—I know.

But, do you?

Of course not—Ha!

It’s impossible.

I’m concealed and

You’ll never discover

Me.

But it’s obvious, you lunatic!

I'm involuntary;

Recluse in manner,

Blank stares,

And faint tolerance for frustration;

I am whoever you are. 

Pensive gazing at gray walls

Because they’re more colorful

Than the mediocre conversation

I am suffocating in.

I don’t care about your job,

Where's my money?

The examples are poignant.

(I know how you'll feel)

Every siren who

Uses her vocal cords to lure me in,

I take the bait, because

Retaliation is my game.

Her heart is dangling,

Rolling around in my hand. 

Squealing in the warmth of

My intelligence. 

I proclaim with words:

“My oh so elegant love;

How the rain trickles

Off your head into my hand,

As the cusp of your sculpted cheekbones

Aligns with my palmistry;

My lips throbbing for another kiss,

Our heartbeats synchronize while

Our eye-lids flutter in search of

Each other's soul.”

Ha!—The vocal cords are tangled,

And I will remain, so long does

The velvet between her legs.

You’ll never find me.

You see, I’m a mimic, a parrot, a genius.

When your eyebrows raise,

As will mine,

When you’re wetting your cheeks,

I wield compassion.

When the veins in your neck thicken,

I know to support your cause.

When you speak

I nod and repeat the last words. 

Cognitive empathy, you see?

It's brilliant.

And you will not escape

Me and my needs.

Besieging the minds of others,

Not allowing for critical thought,

To take over emotional response.

I'll show you some secret

Triggers for any assistance.

(Remember, they are the center too)

"I do not like to burden you,"

Because their time matters.

"I hate handouts,"

For them to think I'm admirable.

"I don't do that"

To show I'm mature.

"I work 70-hours a week."

To show there's a cause for supporting. 

"I don’t play those games"

Only behind closed doors.

And, behind closed doors, I kneel.

Yelling to anyone listening,

“I'm a cruel and unworthy human being

I don't deserve anything except 

Punishment for my deeds;

No lavish gift or status. 

So I will not ask, it is unfair of me”

But He doesn’t even know,

I tell Him that because

I ought to.

I am me, 

and you, 

and her,

and him, 

All one,

searching for

eternal life. 

We bleed freedom, we bleed music, and we,

My friends, are beat. No blood for art, No blood

For purpose. Making a living just to be.

Repeat. Repeat. Become another dud.

One step at a time, not a top in sight.

We’re reaching fabrication, filling heads

With pay and play; clutching at sweet delight,

But mocking Death when he loots every stead.

Cherishing nothing for something daily,

Virtues rise from jitters and out casting

And woe sprouts from worrying ferally—

Add cunning ploys of pensive daydreaming.

Now, seek the ladder and give it a shove.

Transform. Transform. Become the thing you love.

Ticking of a clock in Silence,

As the rush of footsteps near.

A gale-like sigh

Slams the door shut.

A graceful lunge causes

The satin sheets to ripple like water.

Ticking of a clock in Chaos,

A desecrated heart beats like a stampede,

While a fierce stare vibrates the dry-wall.

The crackling of fire as brain synapses burn out.

Bone cracking pressure of burden and desire,

Ruffling through damp sheets as melatonin malfunctions.

Ticking of a clock in Stupor,

Lamp stand crashing, light bulb bursting,

Stumbling over a clutter of clothes

As solace is sought through the

Clapping of thighs with an undesirable

Woman found at a bar.

Ticking of a clock in Survival,

A flick of the light switch signals war.

As apathy and hedonism pump through a television,

A lone tear roars like Niagara.

Birds singing as a reminder of life,

A common whisper, "Alright, you can do this."

The clock stops ticking.

The rumbling of yellow paint

Deafens the gray coat

Underneath. 

With your exclusive invitation,

Show up with this promo code,

For 10% off your next purchase.

All you have to do is visit your

Locally posed-for-a-camera,

Over-friendly, cashier that doesn't exist. 

Just say you saw this commercial,

And walk out with your unwanted product

With a few extra bucks in your pocket.

It’s just that easy.

Don’t be the one that misses out.

Didn’t get the message? No problem,

How does this commercial glue to the back of your mind?

Look, a wholesome family,

No struggles, only happy as can be.

Look! The actors

Holding fake gazes in an attempt

To show that loving people buy this product.

Holding so patiently, with the biggest smiles

Until our cameraman stops shaking

From being Coked-out.

Sorry, Excuse me for a minute…

Okay we’re back with another commercial.

If the last commercial didn’t get you,

Well, this one will.

Look! Here’s a child playing,

Oh, we know you love children.

Who can dismiss a child?

The Devil. That’s who.

Don’t be the devil.

Wow! Look at the little rascal go,

Running through a sprinkler 

In the hot summer afternoon.

Children are just so darn cute!

Remember 10% off with your next purchase,

Still watching? I was sure I had you on the last commercial.

Must not have children, no problem.

Ha!—No problem at all.

Look! We added a hearty dog,

Now this family is united.

Not a dog person?

Don’t worry, here’s Fuzzy the cat,

Sitting the on the opposite end

Of the couch.

Remember, 10% off your next purchase.

For reassurance, here's another commercial,

I think we will exploit your sympathetic side now.

Look... These children, dogs, and families,

All suffering from misfortunes; the children are starving;

The dog lives in a cage and has one-eye; the family is

Destroyed by natural disaster.

The product has nothing to do with their suffering,

But your mind can't tell the difference.

Remember, 10% off your next purchase. 

Next up, we having an this alcoholic beverage

For hardworking, average people, 

Just like yourself. See, everybody does it. 

Now stay tuned for the next commercial about 

A new car, so if your children are watching

They will think drinking and driving is 

Completely normal, because, hey, 

Their minds can't tell difference. 

Wow! You’re still watching,

Can’t believe you’re not at the store

Where the normal people go.

Must not need that product.

Oh, well no problem.

This company owns a lot different products

We had to take out the local businesses, you know?

Where was I? Oh, yes.

Check out our new deal

On this toxic food,

Only $1.00 for a hamburger.

Wow, Look at this kid ruffling through the couch

For some quarters. It’s just that easy.

If you’re hungry, you should eat,

And it should be cheap.

Still there? Wow, you sure are resilient.

There’s no way you’re getting out of this one though.

Look at this gorgeous woman,

Huge breasts, luscious lips,

Licking that hamburger all over.

Yeah, that’s right, give into those

Primitive instincts.

Oh yeah, I got you now motherfucker.

Still didn’t work, huh?

Well… I don’t know how to tell you this..

But... you’re not normal,

I think you may need medication…

Look! Here! A normal person,

Living healthily on this unneeded, harmful

Medication, while exercising, enjoying company

Of other actors. Don’t miss out,

This could be your stepping-stone to happiness.

Side-effects may vary, but hey, that doesn’t include you.