The chalice is filled to the brim with blood red wine
A sorrowing man, an acquaintance with grief
They sit contemplating the loss of their precious time
There in a weekly ritual marking a rebirth, an end
A dance with darkness, a spilling of mind
The weary write down stories, accounts left unsigned
The moon hangs hidden unseen by the souls in armor
A young girl standing in front of the mirror views another
She laughs at the remarkable roundness of life's design
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
An illusory world filled with clocks
Isolated palaces with circular rose windows
Made of cement and broken mirrors
Encased around neat rows of mental blocks
Genetically modified organisms
Clothed in veils of materiality
Caged in artificial environments
Looking at life through glass prisms
A flaw in the design has been proven
A shimmering mirage of ambiguity
Shards of shattered perceptions
What the hell are we doing?
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
A camera flashes, you smile wide
Moment to moment; life is just a ride
A common metaphor for what it's worth
You were given this nonrefundable ticket at birth
Strapped in with a buckle by your parents
The unstated rules were quite self-evident
Sometimes you get filled with exhilaration in anticipation
But then it doesn't always meet all of your expectations
It can even break down during the hardest ordeals
So you learn patience sitting on top of this rickety Ferris Wheel
Fear settles in as you pray it doesn't all crash down
The courage to hold on is something to be found
As this old ride slows to a screeching halt
You feel a sense of despair at the thought
But a waste it does become to live with this worry
Life is just a ride, and the amusement park has plenty
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC