Quest along the beaten path -
Rite of Passage;
Cheerfully pay toll -
Your Fair Share of sacrifice.
In return,
Earn
Falsehoods, hollow&unholy;
Silhouettes of acceptance
Virtual applause
Manufactured smiles,
Which guide like tracks,
Revealing shortcuts to sunlight
Passing predators' dens
...
Lustful leeches
Latch on with thirst,
Flesh swells
Veins burst-
A familiar love
...
Still travelling
In figure 8s -
Hypnotic lemniscates,
An infinite conflict-
Self-reliant cannibal
Indulges in
Structured insanity.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Licks & grins
Freedom from Sin
Enter
Euphoria
Return to
Hysteria
Stumble into
Self-made traps
Bite Your Own Bait
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
After surviving the many Tomorrows
I dreaded meeting,
How blessed am I now
To be eager for Sunrise
To greet me sooner.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
We find comfort in the Dark,
For it makes no promises.
Contrary to the Light,
Whom We have learned
Must cast a shadow
Each time she shines.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
Afraid of the Unknown, afraid of Discovery
Fear is Our one unconditional tendency -
One that will never
Allow Us to feel free.
Put me in a cobra,
Put me in a tree,
Whether as a lion,
Or as a bumblebee -
Will I still blame my vessel
For limiting me?
The battle ultimately,
Is Fear against Liberty,
And given that Existence
Is largely mentality,
My only real limitation
Is Me-
Unconditionally.
"Freedom is a state of mind."
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Granted with solitude
Becoming too familiar,
I sank into crinkled sheets and sobbed
While Loneliness hovered,
Lingered,
Embodied and so absolute
That its shadow projected on the gaps
Between aging artwork on my wall,
Having the impression of a spider I once knew,
Who was weaving along those very gaps
Its own artwork,
Which too would have aged,
Had I not taken its life with a dusty tissue box -
A memory like a cloudburst over my heart,
Flooding its hollow chambers with regret:
If only I had kept that spider around,
Perhaps by now it would be calling this house its web,
It would have multiplied
Blessing me with generations of natural listeners -
For I would speak my mind
And they would skillfully translate
Each vibration from my mouth -
I would see my thoughts reflected in their webs.
Why did I insist on killing?
Defensively I announce, "I am fearful
Of its poison!"
But that is no justification
For I have witnessed such poisonous Love
...
And the way it would have
Hurried along my flesh
Could have very well been the same.
Whether poisonous or affectionate,
A spider's company
Is better than none.
Shamefully, I stare at a wall
That bares no such creature,
But the shadow, rather, of Misery's lover
Who will never feel this exhausting solitude
For Loneliness is never lone
So long as I am Misery.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
Forever I wondered,
Now so clearly it seems,
For I am a Vessel -
All who go, go through Me.
I am the checkpoint
At which some decide;
I am the stop sign
At which others realise
How far they have gone,
That they must keep going,
That all One can know
Is always worth knowing.
I am the Traverse,
The others climb aboard,
As more move through me,
The more am I worn.
Now I am the subway -
Diseased by character,
Ridden with burdens,
Yet having to nurture.
But with all the damage,
How can I fulfill
My obligations
As a faithful Vessel?
My strength is the fuel
I use to keep going,
But no one fills a tank
Empty without knowing.
I won't ever blame you -
Simply staying on track.
But a train broken down
Goes neither forward, nor back.
So stuck here we'll be,
'Til the "Check Engine" light
Reminds you of Me
And you put up a fight
To repair what's been lost
Throughout years of hard work,
Jumpstart this vessel,
And revive your Traverse.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
I wish You were here
To smooth the knots in my back
I'd gladly trade
These sheets
Blankets
Pillows
To be all wrapped up
In You instead
Because these things don't make me
Feel beautiful when they touch me
Having to stretch over me
Taking every chance they get
Each time I turn over
To sneak out of bed
The way You only would
When You were headed for the kitchen
To brew a morning *** for the two of Us
Though I know You'd stay in
As long as You could
Watching me dream
Kissing my cheek
Waiting with patience
For me to roll awake
To watch those precious eyes
Marvel at my presence
And to feel those gentle hands
Still smoothing out the knots in my back
I wish You were here
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
My mind, a greatly powerful creation,
began to grow absent,
just as man, a nearly equally powerful creation,
rests his bones in old age:
a time he once feared, but now accepts.
Then just before I settled
in my own retirement,
exposed unto me was a colour,
one much sweeter than "black";
I saw rose petals fall from some sort of Heaven-
an unknown realm right above me-
down and down,
into the depths of my perception,
a sensation bringing such
warmth
and
comfort
to me,
as light led me to my end
with this tender, "goodbye"
Proving to me
the beauty in passing
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC