all resolution is slippery,
the firmer the foundation,
with pilings sent deep,
the swifter the undermining.

there is an inertia
in drawing breath that becomes
an immovable focus intent
on repetition alone, always
leading to itself; call it
the myth of life, for this
temporal existence stands
far from our true being.

so says the sage, planting crops
so says the priest, spinning comfort
so says the banker, theatre tickets in hand
so says the poet, eyeing his words
so says the parent, with blind instruction

stand mute before your needs
awareness doesn’t amount to much,
nor does anything else.

Your thoughts
are such powerful things.
They can corrupt
your mind and destroy you,
like poison,
if you let them.

And it’s so easy
to give in to.
The poison,
it’s addicting,
intoxicating.
The sorrow
so tragically inviting.

The bottomless abyss
you so willingly
return to
feels more like home
than any lover
you've ever clung to,

and more comfortable
than all your attempts
to dig your way
into their rib cage,
to try and find
a place to settle down,

with foolish hopes
of filling that emptiness
in your heart, which
you carry around so heavily,
that these pathetic attempts
will ultimately create inevitably.

to get over writer's block,
write.
not for likes, reblogs,
views, or compliments.
just start.
with words
and nothing more.

losing that longing
for validation
is a liberating cry
that i wish could echo
through these hills,
into libraries
and classrooms
and that notepad
which remains blank
at your bedside.

The tourists mill about on weary feet,
seeming clueless of their final destination.
It appears, at least, they've had enough to eat,
as their clothes can barely cope with new inflation.
I wait, impatient, for the street to clear.
I resist the urge to honk my horn or more.
These beefy bon- vivants from foreign shores
move like the sacred cows of Bangalore!

When blessings are overlooked
Narrow minds remain bitter
Hearts keep quiet and cold
And the mind turns to winter

Fear begins to consume us
Our only option is retreat
Failure and depression rise
Facing the harshness of defeat

Ignorance claims the throne
Loss of morals and lessons
Reality strikes viciously
When you overlook blessings

Throughout her adult life
all of the land shaded.
Feverless islands where the
aged couple sleep.
Never once have I hosted a party. Not once have I
told you, I have
been hurt.

It's something just boiling inside me but it something that's keeping my sanity. It's something that leaves me nervous but also keeps me excited. It's the only shot I have but also the only risk I can take. It's your heart and it can be pampered just as easily as it can be crushed. I can make your tears appear just as easily as I can make you blush. I can make you laugh just as easy as I can make you upset. And I can easily make you remember just as easily as you forget. The word is love and It's a tough subject but it's a war I would rather accept thatn a war with the word regret. Second thoughts easily dismember my train of thought and your smile leaves my throat in a clotted knot. I tell myself to not hold back but all I feel is restraint and I tell myself it could go better but I would leave that up to your decision that is made.

you owe me money
you stole my peace

i dont know what to do
so i drink and take her pills
but she shares and accepts
that all i want
is to drown my thoughts

days it works
nights i slay insomnia
and embrace amnesia
six hours later....
dawn breaks and it starts
all over again

i could use the money back
sitting on the couch
gets expensive and depressing

and the other ***** took
everything away from me too....

again