got time for that"
So I'll hit a button.
Hell, it's not even a hit.
More like a tap.
I mean I'll search through
Some endless animated ****
When my words are flat.
I want to say more
But why bother?
Keeping up is a chore.
I mean, effort
It takes... effort
I were to tell you,
Time won't stop flying.
If we all stop trying.
Go to work.
Thicken your constitution.
Deaden your nerves until
feelings glance off of
your steely exterior.
Your apathy is a samurai,
with unnatural precision.
the fallen garnish your feet
like pencil shavings.
You are sharpened.
[reads a news article about people suffering]
Somewhere, seemingly distant, a voice cries or sings. It starts faint, but you know it's going to get much louder. No. That's not quite right. You know it IS much louder.
You know its volume is being filtered somehow. You know because you're doing the filtering. Or a least you're trying.
[trying is the wrong word]
fighting. You are fighting this noise down. You are an indomitable force that fights everything. Wasn't it you that moved like wind? Wasn't it you that struck your enemies true? A warrior that stands fearless above all.
[something is looming]
Of course you would want to tune this out. It's not just a loud noise. Pretty sure there's pain involved. Pretty sure you might be hurt. That's why you had to turn the noise down.
[it's a scream]
the scream down. I mean, even a warrior is scared by pain. No shame in that. The scary scream had to be muted. It's what anyone would do. It doesn't make you less warrior. I mean, did you see those moves out there?
[PLING PLING PLING]
But something is not right. This [scream] is somehow frightening. You don't feel very warrior–like right now. You feel ill. Weak. How long have you been fighting this noise down? How loud is this thing? I mean, is it safe to check or will the noise crush you where you stand?
It's considered unwise for a man to open his door when he knows a flood is on the other side.
But you need to open this door. You've been dishonest with yourself
[Sun and moon and stars and void]
You've been dishonest with the cosmos and it's time to repent. You will drown.
It will be relief somehow.
Open up your conscience.
Feel your scream in every
emotion as they ripple
throughout your juicy guts.
Your catharsis is a newborn fawn,
You are broken.
You are crying.
You are the screaming.
You were cutting down yourself
You'll wonder how it can be so,
in a fair world,
that this scream should be turned against you.
After all, you've been taught
that a warrior keeps their screams to themselves.
To all the warriors out there.
I don't think she was capable of love.
Just fits of lust; I was worshipped like the moon
and forgotten on a cloudy night.
Some might question the appeal, or
lack the fortitude for being discarded
But not every man can claim being a moon god.
What must seem nefarious to the watching birds
Is just me tending my yard
Truly it's the weeds that should worry
Aren't we all in a hurry to grow
Just waiting to be pulled
By the hands of the great gardeners
Or snipped by their tool
Just what is he talking about?
#secrets of the universe don't simply reveal
into an unfinished mess
of synapse and flesh
Nay, quite a complicated matter grey
that would flutter and flatter
across the toiling gases
and celestial masses
Yet these words contain no more life
than the worlds blooming
in the booming yawn of darkness
Some find their despair a slight
but when compared to the fair night
they should see the empty in eternity
Star light, Star bright
I wish you may, I wish you might
see the black reveal the white
grey together, lips sealed tight.
For poetry, not poets
Had I better wit,
My name you'd unforget
Table for two words
Infinity of notice