mood is king I obey every thought ever invented is present they are a crushing weight
myth creativity the pegboard of the human psyche everyone pretends to understand
a shack by the sea the tide setting pace gentle waves that never cease bleached palms tower overhead in the soft breeze
passion is selfish desire comes and goes laziness an undeserved reputation hard work barely noticeable in the din
the suns rays light up the snow banks obliquely with a pink tinge the Andes in miniature
there exists a warm place safe from the sting of a world built on irony
explain yourself to no one coldness meets coldness there is no room for us all success cannot be measured
either or that is where the mistake was made the error of duality man, those nuns were killers
once I began a list of principles deemed important it was to help serve as a guide as I steered my way through the world
why are we so alone? how does the time pass so very slowly to allow our doubts to surface strong, impregnable, concrete
well, I hope I have given you something to disagree with I hope that by expressing my ideas in these poems has offered you the opportunity to cut and tear down the sentiments and allow to see yourself, your actions in a better more secure light, as if that was possible Thanks and good night