there is a darkness in this world so great
you can see it outside your window.
like a black hole,
it takes
everything in its vicinity.
not even light can escape.

the black hole has a strong pull.
but don't give up.
learn to watch
as the light is pulled into
the black hole.
seeing the light's last moments before
darkness.
Such Beauty.
you will see the light like no one else.
learn to watch.
don't give up.
the gods will sprinkle chances on you like glitter and
your chair will become a throne.
your room will become a castle.
and the world will flame with fire.

stand up.

spread your arms like wings.

watch the world ablaze below you
from your
tall castle.

there is no other feeling quite like that.
as you see the light meet
the darkness.
it's beautiful enough
to make a man weep.

some men are dull.
mediocre.
heavy with flesh and bone.
don't show them your heart.
they will weigh it down to suffocation.
evade the mediocrity of men.

some women are sharp.
killers.
scared with makeup and fake smiles.
like a threatened stingray they have an
inevitable ability to penetrate
when panicked.
don't show them your heart.
they will stab it.

I have many sharp edges in my heart.
much more room.
I never pull them out.
so I can't bleed to death.

I evade the mediocrity for survival.
the weight would pierce
the sharp edges
lethally.

so I make coffee in the morning and read in
isolation.
in my backyard where
my cat is less mediocre than most men
and the sun's rays
never sting.

as though I am a shrimp
in a belly of the whale.
I sense light
when the belly is shared.

a mousetrap was set for the mouse
as it entered
the door.

a cat tried to catch the mouse
with fiery eyes
with skinny bones
with taut skin,
but it failed.

the mouse was fatigued and withering.
but its nose dragged its flesh
to a scent.
saliva poured from its mouth
through aching teeth.
a mouthful of peanut butter was its last taste.

the mouse's neck snapped in the trap.
I wonder if I told it
"there is a trap Mr. mouse." if it would improve its quality of life?
who knows.
its got the peanut butter in its mouth
still.

a mousetrap was set for the mouse
as it entered
the door.

never again turns into one last time
one last time turns into rules
rules turn into a government
government turns into corruption
corruption turns into rebellion,
sometimes.

so much corruption.
too fragile to rebel.
living in fear.
children born into this
like this.
adults born into this
like this.
no matter what history class we take
rules will be created,
enforced
as if we are masters of right and wrong.
confused, corrupted minds forming governments.
like a house of cards,
it's close to chaos,
destruction.
so close to chaos but I might not be lucky enough to see it in my lifetime.
if you are lucky enough to see the centuries crumble
from chaos, don't rebuild that house of cards.
rebel.
the first human being,
being human.