Gasp
Can’t write with a clear mind
water running dry
needing riptides
Drag me back to life
to the war
on a hillside
Only way my work
works,
deep down
need to drown
in a black mind
Then I’m back
with a gasp
exhaling new life
Cycles
The people will be merry and live contently. Eventually at the cost of greater society. They will bring about plague and famine, with the innocence of misbehaved children. Those that care deeply will punish and restrain their others. Those that understand greatly will restrain themselves, and hope those that care deeply will one day feel better about themselves. Those that are lazy will wait, until they’ve grown angry. The name of Revolution is called when the first Hero falls. Only to leave once their last child has gone. And so for a time, the people will be merry, and they’ll live content lives. . .
Sharp and Fast
Below the skin
Passed the sternum.
“Nearly there, but I’m no surgeon.”
Cutting deep
hard to breath.
“Almost free, stay with me.”
Heart in hands
rhythmic beathing.
“There you are, the source of all the bleeding.”
Move On
It’s official, you’re not special.
Those goals you reached? Happenstance
The struggles you beat? You can thank circumstance
Every medal made of cheap metal.
Those honors and good grades, as worthless as a blank page.
Every success written off: a matter of luck.
And yet in the face of failure, mistake, or misstep. . . you moved on. . .
And Cut!
Days slip by
like a film reel
Halfway through
not sure how to feel
What i’d give
for a monster to kill
Best I get
are reports to fulfill
I can’t wait
for the credit reel
Hugging Death
You keep me at ease
My blame ends with you
I wish I didn’t feel guilt, for loving you
My cure, from the poison’s delay
We are in seperate cages
but only I decay
You know the pain I’ve come to crave
“I don’t blame you.”
When you see me numb the pain
“I’d do the same if I were you.”
I bear the weight, everyday.
I do it all for you.
“I love you too.”
What Are You?
“I free what’s inside. I am peace. Let Us speak. We have been and will always be. To ask for your end is to ask for sand to drink, or for light to bind.”
Tell me, what is this that I feel?
“Opposing emotions that snuff one anther out. Calm anger, joyous fear, and worried hope.
We are becoming one. Division is the Illusion, Unity is Reality. Things are changing, and We are on our way.”
Am I going crazy? Am I losing myself?
“We are no longer pretending that We arn’t, and One cannot lose what One has never truly possessed.”
What is going to happen?
“The world will open up. Words will flow through you like a river and quench the thirst of others. Life, along with its turmoil, will be splendid.”
Are you me, or are you something more?
“Do not try and make sense of illusions. There is nothing more that what We are.”
I fear that I’m straying from the right path. Am I supposed to turn my back from you?
“How can one stray from an unwalked path? How can one turn their back from what always surrounds them?”
What about Jesus and Buddah? Arn’t we supposed to walk their path?
“They walked their path and did so magnificently. However, their path was their own. They are your seniors and your undying inspiration. But they cannot walk your path for you, nor you theirs.”
And should I walk into Hell?
“Then We will wait for when you choose to return to Us.”