I'm aware of all the reasons...
I can't breathe... I don't wonder why
It's not the change of seasons
My lungs are clogged, my nose is dry
After the coughing and hacking, I sit down and cry
That's my morning ritual, that's the way I do
I grab a glass of water, the dog moves to let me by
Hey kid, I'm telling you now, this is gonna be you
This is how you're gonna be, you will have this too
Wait a minute, I'll get coffee, find the matches and light up

With clogged lungs, I awake
I cough up all this phlegm
Even though my airways are baked
I torture them again

I've tried to quit, but it seems
That my willpower is just moot
More smoke filled with tar and nicotine
I can't give these cigs the boot

I can't play, and I can't run
and no matter what the task
My body says, "Hey I'm done"
"Where's the oxygen-mask?"

variation 2:

the sun turned leaves to gold
but you were sleeping
and the world is growing cold
the muse is weeping

there are no words to rhyme
when your muse will not climb
out of bed and into your head
to write your poem sublime.

version 1

did you see the sun turn leaves to gold 6:00 a.m.
or are you still sleeping your best sleep, my friend?

I couldn't sleep much last night, this time of the year the days
are already half-passed all I kept thinking about were poems that weigh

It ain't nothing but a chicken wing
Scarce as hen's teeth
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Keep your nose to the grindstone

It’s all good
hot to trot
Keep it on the down low
love is blind
A necessary evil
the lesser of the two evils
All hands to the pump

Acid test
A mile a minute

Silence is golden
Free as a bird
like a seven year itch
I’m game

Rotten to the core
Knock it out of the park
Knock the cover off the ball
a rolling stone gathers no moss

The Bundle of Clichés

But you are a forest of clichés,
Where can I,
Surf some,
For this small bard to participate
And
Yet be no cause for ransom,
Stay handsome
Send to me clichés some
Or else direct me to that well,
Where I can dig deep
And
Ere the cows come home,
All over here at Neopoet sweep
And ere the sunsets,
As it does,
A new bard full of clichés,
At the far horizon
Does ultimately submerge….

Seasons (original)

The Autumn leaves fall around my feet
I crawl
My legs so weak, my body's beat
The seasons demon breaks my aching soul

The Winter snow drifts around my knees
I creep
Arms so cold, I begin to freeze
The seasons monster wrecks my silent life

The Spring dew drips upon my face
I walk
Mind weary, stuck in this place
The seasons vampire steals my lost soul

The Summer sun burns my tender skin
I fall
Exhausted, head caught in a spin
The seasons Devil deals me a wasted life

She!

You must appreciate,
That the Phoenix
Here is not I
But a distraught one
I did try to rise
Above the pavilion of self,
Tsunamied by the grace
Of thy God
Tis only love
I wanted upon my soul
To shower upon that Phoenix,
A beautiful flower
Ere the limitations
Of physical constraints
Cease her to exist
But she has a heart of gold
To her poetry and mind
Despite her limitations
I’m sold

Under the cover of darkness
Secrets are made
hidden like treasures
in the heart of earth's core

Secrets are like diamonds
dirty, tainted with impurities of life

Secrets like ocean jewels
when purged of it's sins
makes the heart shines
like pearls on the necks of stars

Secrets made and shared
under the cover of darkness
when revealed at dawn
draws the light of truth
on mountaintops

a test of the workshop button