Holding the fruit
trying to prod the shell off
we cut
or bite
trying to open it up,
entering a process
of removing a gross tasting skin
we rip and tear
cut and pull
trying to get it all off
trying to get the fruit thats inside
we work at it
we pull until its all removed,
a few moment endeavor,
only to find
that it takes twelve seconds to eat,
its good sure,
but was it worth it
working at a thing
for moments possibly minutes
only to be rewarded
with sticky fingers
and a twelve second fetish

its like all things
is it worth it
working for something so small
trying to live
trying to breath
only to be rewarded with a sticky life
with no meaning or direction

we peel it off
because its the only way
to get whats inside
but is it worth it

Listening to the whistle
the steam and hydraulics,
watching the seconds
tick
on the huge clock on the wall,
the lights flash with each train
and a ruff sounding sliding
echos across the ground,
sitting there
on the uncomfortable benches
wondering what next
staring, watching the destinations
appear and disappear
wondering where to go,
the ride goes,
yet your stuck sitting
on a bench
in the middle of busyness,
people coming and going
some running
some walking
and some past out on a bench
yet for the most part
always moving
always changing
and in the middle
trying to figure it out
you sit staring at the clock
click
click
when will the trip start
and where will it go
for sitting and watching,
waiting,
is but a bore

As the sun
is driven from the day
and the bugs beging to play
there is a stillness
a quietness
that everyone knows as evening
the time to eat
and relax before tommorrow
sitting around
waiting to go to bed
work done
nothing much to do
but wait
yet it seems like its always the same
it never changes
as the evening comes
the boredom comes with it
always the same
as the sun stretchs off into the distance
and the temperature goes down
the feeling of boredom
the feeling of evening
it comes upon us
not fast
not quick


slow

making us wait
making us sit and watch
contemplatively bored
so we have time of thinking
of just how were going to do it tommorrow
always the same
no different
always evening
always waiting for the next day
where we'll have to just do it all again

A defense is ready
built up and standing by
as the swarm
fluds the area
sending wave after wave,

with quick thinking
and brave skill
you hold them off
defending your post,

showering them with explosives
blasting them with lazers
and all for what
another wave

it continues into the night
them invading
you defending
its a maddening rush
never ending it seems
holding them off
keeping them at bay
fuffilling your crave
to murder and kill
a useless blob on a screen

Into the night
heading away
not sure where
just on a trek
disappearing down the street
as the temperature wanes
walking with no thought
seeking refuge
from the unknown
the town begins to quiet
yet the activity still remains
the few milling around
the train still pumping away
where to head
the road goes on
with no stops or leads
just there to travel
again
or is it a different road
the all look the same
they all wind down into the unknown
into the darkened alleys
away from the day
they blur into the night
becoming one with the horizon
and all the while the realazation hits
eventually ill have to go back
down the boring streets
past the buildings and parks
to end right back up
where i started

It seems that people are bothered
from someone staring,
they seem scared,
and get upset
if one continues to stare
looking in their direction
they look over their shoulders
wondering if the watcher
isnt noticing something behind them
they try moving
changing position
thinking that will help
they become uncomfortable
as they make quick looks to the looker
trying not to be obvious
they get shaken
by two beedy eyes
following them
they travel around the room
making faces
and whispering to friends
--they cant just ask the watcher to stop
they continue with their worried glances
and now theyre watching the watcher
with their eyes down
but with quick glances
they view their oppressor
until finally
shaken and bewildered
they approach
with a can of mace in one hand
and a frown blaring across their face
they approaching
with not a question
but a command
"STOP LOOKING AT ME"
and humbly the watcher replies
"I would, but you have a booger hanging out your nose"
--so again I have to ask, why are they bothered by a starer

Watching the hero
the adventurer,
from the bench
wondering what theyll do
they seem distracted
lost,
like they came into town
for no reason,
they begin to ask
around town
hoping for some information
on a quest
that has set them off,
something that needs to be done,
they go to shops
and sell there useless gear
being happy with trade-ins,
what are they up too
what brought them here
they slink around
watching everyone
like they distrust us all,
they seem to carry a grudge
as they patter around
drinking at the bars
and it occurs to me
as i watch
they have no clue why there here
just out on a stroll
in from masecring beasties
yet they think
their supposed to be here
why
theres nothing here
what will they find staring in our homes
what will they find drinking our beer
what will they find

Staring into a wall
bored,
wondering what to do,
you begin to try to stimulate
your mind,
with puzzles,
or music,
being creative,
or just trying
to figure out your age
to the second;
everything you do
becomes a dull fuzz,
something else to occupy your mind,
something else to try and do,
its a trying experience
thinking you should have something,
and yet
there you are
still trying to come up with something
to activate a reasonable thought
something that could give
you excitement,
or just a thing or two
to get you out of boredom,
and so I must ask again:
is there a cure for boredom

Staring motionless
into space
as the tv shines and flickers,
dancing lights crawl past
onto the walls,
no thought
no imagination
as it shows
already aired bores,
the lights blares in
and the sound bounces
trying to spark motion
as it enters our brain,
yet we continue to sit
letting the quick moving flashes
and the shocking static
pounce upon our staring
giving us a venting hole
a place where a mind can dissapear
and thus decay
from lack of imaginary use,
and instead of running in horror
we continue to stare
watching for something
that might seem interesting
in the already seen rerun
thats making us zone into nothingness

They run around
dressing up
decorating their bodies
their faces and hair,
they come in different colors
and different ages,
it doesnt matter
at what event
theyre there
screaming and yelling
hollering and bellowing
with loud horns
and stupid noise making machines,
they think their cool
with the makeup
and dye
their impersonation
of there favorite sport,
they dress up
they wear the colors
of their team
and for what
--for and excuse to be an ass
to shout
boo
at any call
that doesnt benfit their team
making the game a chant
of bull S@@@
and Boo
all aimed at the refs
and other team
for dont they even think
or care
that the people, "their" team plays
are usually other americans?
Other people.
And what do they do
boo them and curse them
all because their wearing a mask
a mask that says
"IM AN ASS
LOOK AT ME
WHILE I DRINK AND YELL
AND BE AN ASS
AS I SUPPORT MY TEAM"
--have you ever looked in the mirror
--when youre all painted up~ you do after all look stupid
--and yes, you look just like an ass, congratulations

Picking up the odd job
for a piece of hope
a spot of silver
a touch of green
only because the bills
of living are growing 'round
so a sweaty brow,
tired body, and a long day
are all thats left
as you drive home
wondering whats next
for the earning is spent
even before you reach the bank
knowing where it has to go
and seeing where its gone
you work and work
thinking its nice
only to find that your broke
twice
inline for the store

Shadows falling
into the night
and the light
of glory shining
all bright

down into the dirt
one must fall
humbly surrendering
down from our lofty
and pious perch

if you come
with an attitude
of forgivefullness
its a wonder
what things He'll show
allowing us to lay
with an ecstactic high
thats way cooler
and funner the any drug
there is to buy
and to top it all off
its free

just ask and let God
change the past

Staring into a hole
watching the world
shift and grow
miles gained
yet none traveled
the eye focus
on a spot of earth
minutes
and possibly hours away
running the time
so far away
through refraction
and magnification
the glass gleams
ready to remind us
the distance through the mirrors

Into the fire
the pit it burns
glowing red
and sizzling into dust
flaking to blackness
drestroying the picture;
its been to long
and the words
wish to glow again
with motion and excitement;
the world has changed
and the heart sculpted
I agree
its been to long,
time to revamp,
the designs one can form
as they sing to the world
through a scorching scene
on a bland white screen;
so thanks for throwing it in
letting it brighten and smolder
allowing time to change
and the flame to lick the fuel
for its been asked to come back
blackened and charred
but back again
to shed more light into the night
and future sky