Day 330

The blaring of horns

As gravity prepares

To fall the ball

To signal in the year

To be and turn the old year

To the end.

Day 329: In Memory of

Dear readership,

Recently I had an acquaintance of mine pass away. It's been difficult to grasp in my young age that life is so fleeting. One day we are here the next we are not. Urryan was a good person, a funny person and I only wish for him to rest in peace and that he hopefully can find solace where ever he is. RIP Urryan

Mike Hand

Day 328

The flashing screen

Crack for the common man

His idea

Spread as seed

To the idiots;

Fools-

Sit with the drug

As they lose control

Do what they're told

Complacently,

Calmly,

Quickly.

Day 327

Finish line

Has its numbered made

In plain sight

Yet so far

From the butcher's

Meal plan.

Day 326

I still have it

5...4....

The key to the mind

3...2...

I don't

1

The countdown ends

Soul seals

The way of life

Forgotten of glory

To the soul full

Mind

1

1

1

In the head

Of the soldier

Who's countdown

Ended.

Day 325

The secret life

A fact well known

The crouched amazement

In a dreamlike world

Tigers and bears

Oh my

The world

Of dreams

Day 324

Holy day

Of holy days

The star which

Shines brightly

But one night

Gleams the heavens

Kisses the cheeks

Of soft baby skin

Before going to year past

And leaving the sky

Behind.

Day 323

The brightening

Flashes

(Star scapes

Pure sound.)

The eyes of

The young child

By the window

Not knowing

What tomorrow

Brings.

Today

Is all there is

For the truth

Of lies.

Day 322

Marching morons

Hitting the lawn

Like the sound

Of drums.

Day 321

Humble forests

Grow from roots

A disguised blessing

Granted by those

In fig leaves

Of the land.

Day 320

A tip off

Is all it can do

For the god

Who waits alone

Aloof of the night

In the flames.

Day 319

The demonstrations

Running in the street

A peacock in flight

Tails extended

Can't get off the ground

While the tiger

Creeps from the bush.

Day 318

Dear Pluto,

I regret to inform

The new upon you

That this is all true

We have discovered your trickery

We never liked you anyway

Especially not after

You broke and entered our orbits.

Love,

The Sun.

Day 317

I am the man

Who lives in a box

Searching for cardboard

To make a mansion.

I am the man

Who makes his own fate

In his life

For the guarantee

Of liberty;

Freedom;

Happiness;

Love

That will never be

For the man

Who finds his freedom

In a box.

Day 316

The pouring sea

Outside of the soul

The old is excused

For the new;

(A musky husk

Sitting in a chair).

The watery sea of souls

In the line of fire

For those we see

Who are not be.

Day 315

Wiring in gold

Wiring in silver

A wish to dream

Caught in the intersection

Man shall be gone

Woman shall be gone

But mayflies are they

In the scheme

Of the wires.

Day 314

Journeying

In the aquatic

Land of wires

A current time

For neon in peace.

Day 313

Exhaustion

The wave of typos

And poor writing

Which rides

Over a tired mind

Day 312

One hundred hours

Waiting in ices

For the box

To open

For the night

Day 311

Traveling waters

A wicked trail

Of cursed witches

Who sit on the beach

While the money flows

So you can feel good

About yourself

How are these

Our heroes?

Day 310

[Let me tell you,

Of the King of the World;

How he broke-

Naked on the Hills of Pennsylvania]

It's the second time

I'm standing in line

The same show;

Different night

Seeing everyone naked in the rain.

It's breaking me to say

That I'm the king of the world

But I can't climb

The Hills of Pennsylvania.

(Three years back

So close to everything

Gone from his fingers

On the Hills of Pennsylvania)

I never realized

These hills are so big

If I lose my will

I will break.

(If you're the

King of the World

You can climb-

You can be)

What am I?

(My lordship)

Who am I?

(My lordship)

Why am I?

(To break)

No don't turn

And leave the green hills

I've left myself

Naked in the rain now.

A fool to all

(Break)

On these hills

(Break)

Breaking

(Burn)

A burning in my head

Water; Pouring body

In flames

(Burn)

[And that was hell

The man who had everything

You could ever want

King of the world

God of man

Stood broken

And naked to the world

On the Hills of Pennsylvania].

Day 309

I can't see

What the others hear

In the noises

Of the sounds

I know.

Day 308

The rising sun

Of nonsense

In west

The sun rises no more.

Day 307

Standing in line for the second time

Tonight by the way I see you

Just over the hills of Pennsylvania.

Lately

Lately

I just want to break

From what is

I would've had it all

But that shall never be.

The truth stands in sheep's clothing

I know where the reality lies

But I can't look at my face

Every morning now.

Lately

Lately

I just want to break

From what is

I would've had it all

But that shall never be.

The hills are larger than they look

All I can do is stare as you

Turn and leave me here

Atop this hill

King of the-

King of the world

Am I

But I'm breaking

I can't take it

I'm breaking.

Break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break

Break, break, break, break, break, break

(The king of the world)

Breaking, breaking, breaking, breaking, breaking

(The king of the world atop a hill)

Breaking, breaking, breaking

(Has it all)

Breaking, breaking, breaking

(Lost what he never had)

Breaking, breaking, breaking

(And now he breaks)

Break, break, break, break, break

(Atop the hills of Pennsylvania).

Day 306

Husk of the withered

World drying at the tips

Of a fiery pit

We know not

Of hell in Earth

Or heaven in sky

But only of man

In dirt.

Day 305

Hit

In the side

Of knowledge behath

Towards fire

Of ice.

Day 304

Run Johnny

From the land

Today the nights fall

And the darkness rises

In the starless night

Of artificial light.

Day 303

Silence falling

Never fun

For victim

Whose eyes be carved

When the darkness comes.

Day 302

Crashing reality

With out a kick start

Into the jungle

Of no wisdom

Where waits the tiger

Of all things.

Day 301

Happy thoughts

Swimming in the sea

Of unknowing depression.

The sound of fire

Waiting on shore

As the remembrance are held

For happy thoughts.

Day 300

The march of

The soldiers

In a line

From one to ten

Down the rows

Ornate of red

To the war

They sit once more

Stones of grey.