I watched how violence manifests in the hearts of men.
When I walked passed a spider,
Resting by the entrence of my home.
He had no quarrel with me
Even when i took his sun without say,
Nor was he scared of this great figure
That he would scour away.
It was I who was gripped by fear,
Imagining the unimaginable.
In my minds eye
I had already seen my death at the hands of a spider.
My ignorance had lead my imagination
Into a great series of unfortuitous events.
Without knowing, without seeing for my self
It began
With thinking if I leave this door open,
He will enter.
When he enters,
He will make his way to my bedroom unseen.
And when the night takes me away,
He will make sure my soul never returns to this body.
This is when my fears soon turned to hate and anger,
Spurred on by the fear of death
I had no problem sending this creature to the great unknown
That I was scared of.
My superiority in statue,
My enduring strength to **** without the need to feed
And this consciousness I possess to differentiate between victim and transgresser,
Is the proof and worth
Of my life being spared and yours buried beneath the rubble
Allowing worms to feed off your decaying matter.
I will not be reduced to such insignificance
And be shamed by this inferior peasant with no home.
I had seen how fear had contorted my imagination
Influenced my thoughts to vibrate at a low frequency
Of; hate, anger, fear, doubt and anxiety.
With the aid of memory,
What I had conceived vividly in my mind
About how this creature wanted to belittle my existence
Now latched on to feelings from the past
That also vibrate at a low frequency.
The trauma I had to endure
From shame and moments of embarrasment,
Was the great encourager in killing
Preventing a reoccurrence of this pain in the future.
Even though he should succeed in my hyperthetical death
Where I would no longer exist to bare this worry,
I was still scared of what people might think of me after death.

You are okay with disallowing the truth
Because it lends a threatening aspect to your security.
Your security,
A false sense of entitlement,
Is by no means your creation.
Your security is the safeguard
Of another man's security.
You allow your self
To be enslaved
Because you do not know how to walk alone
And the master has told you many stories
Of heroes, villains and creatures alike
Who sought this adventure;
Its dangers, toils and snares.
The good bit he left out
Because he too is enslaved by your obedient labour.
The good bit he keeps to himself,
To remind his self of the goodness he has carried out.
To save a soul
Who dared question the existence of the master,
And steer him back in line
With shovel and pick in hand.
To him
This journey must be split between the eye;
One must enjoy pleasure
And the other
Must enjoy the displeasure
Of creating pleasure for another.

She watches herself
As her fingers reach for the white ball
A miscued hit
Lends a hand to an ailing duchess
Its no mere coincidence
That now the ball sits at rest
On the palm of her hand.

"I need a closer look
This game has my attention
A shame to be stuck with inertia
Curse the pipe that took my legs
I ****** my hands
And cast the gesture of a lighter
Someone is watching
Stealing a glance
Shy
Of playing God with folly angels
This cigarette won't light itself
Find a peg and follow your gumption"

I observe
She goes for the settlement of doubt
Reaching gracefully to her companion
Beckoning the question
What to do next.
Gracious he was on hints
But cheap on specifics.
Such is the unwritten word
Absent in mind
Conscious in the experience and interdependent of reality.

For the woman had it in her grasp
And need not focus on her fear
But rather knowing what you know
Because the unknown will illuminate
In the getting to know
What you already know.

Moon, I thank you for brightening the night
With all your might
Bringing light
For transparent sight
Today let's take a walk
back in time before the deadlock
Back to the infant
Before the internet
Before freedom
To the pillars of your kingdom
An entrance to eternal bliss
A winding road into the abyss

Beyond the twig before my eye
i stare in wonder as i pry
with my sole cushioned against autumn's harvest
drawing was each leap to edge farthest
your silhouette shines bright by light
as the waters flow gracefully beyond your crouch
with grace your reflection reaches for your touch
and to see one enter within ones self gave me such fright
for the joy of discovery was brought forth in tear
but it was your unperishable smile that lead me astray from fear
now before the twigs my sole stands in flight

The *** sits gently above the fire
And the embers flicker in surreal delight
As my gaping lips draw nearer
And sit back I shall for this splendor of sight

For each gasp of breath we take
We kindle the flame within our heart
And tender is my touch as we transcend our make
But such is our way to drift aimlessly apart

Primitive are the ashes tending to my soul
And grateful I am for the timber of old
For in its absence my stew grows cold
And so without light, I am just another serving bowl.

I am the flower in your seed
And I will not bloom
Until you have seen me grow
My growth is mine alone
And bound I am to your will
For I may wilt along the riverbanks
And bask in the scorch of your light
But it is You who fertiles my soul