Decide

It’s terrifying

Losing control, not knowing where to go

Stuck in place, feeling locked in a cage

Can’t make it,

so break it,

losing time on all the little pieces

No peace,

No light,

No signs,

It’s terrifying, deciding what to do with a life

Like a Spark

The Cosmic Oruoborus

The Progenitor of infinite light.

It eats itself, pitch black mouths that devour all around.

When its bitten down and closes all its mouths,

its tail will grow at the speed of new light.

Renewed flesh, must be fed again.

That Oruoborus, our Big Bang yet again.

Three of Me

I’m tired of waiting.

Sleeping and dreaming up a life I’m not living.

Sick of the same day repeating. . .

Listen to my heart aching and waning.

Soul seeking fame like a beggar for change.

Pathetic, maybe that’s why I deserve to walk away lame. . .

Enough self serving mutilation.

You rather carve up your soul and woe.

Too scared to admit, your rooting for yourself,

On your own.

Have it

I don’t think I’m turly mad. Things make too much sense for that. I want to write all day but the words are cleared away. Mind wiped like Men in Black. Waiting to be given a task. Feeling stable and safe. Bored and in a cage.

I’m at the other side. This is what I wanted. I never thought I’d hate it. I never thought I’d miss feeling hungry. That desire for improvement. This is what I wanted.

I wanted death, and now I have it.

Young Love

Riptides and young love

drag down the same way

I lie and you cry

Relive the same day

Denied our own lives

a bane for the other’s sake

Deep down we drown

Lost and cast away

Complacent

I’ve grown complacent

forgotten strife

Wish to strive for more in life

than common places

I dreamt one day

I’d hone my craft

to write all day

like it’s my last

But now my mind lives at work

hammered down by KPI’s and excel reports

I found successes

but alas,

It’s not my passion

I’ll never reach the heights my soul wants to climb

sitting here in this corner office.

We are Gods, but for the wisdom

Infant Gods, born of the ether

plagued by power and hate

killing one another, as if playing a game

Don’t even know what’s at stake

Unleashing one of ten plagues:

Dropping bombs, spreading disease,

even taking sons away.

We infant Gods need to change

and be like Fathers someday.