You were born,
as was I.
You are dying,
as am I.
What happens
in between matters.
Too many spend
their time as
they spend
their money,
straining for more
than food, clothes,
shelter until
they suffocate
under attachment
to the unnecessary
they have made
necessary.
They try to buy
meaning with toys
and feel uncomfortable
at the boredom
they have become.
They want the whole
world zoned commercial
so they can work harder,
buy more and feel better,
but they don't.
It is a hard thing
to admit how much
of our lives
we have spent
being full of ****.
Remember:
You were born,
as was I.
You are dying,
as am I.
What happens
in between matters.
We all stand on
wobbly hinges
that can give way
at any moment.
The question becomes
not about death
but about how to live
before the hinges snap
and the noose
breaks our mortal necks.
No easy answers.
It is hard enough
to have your foot
in one world,
let alone two.
You were born,
as was I.
You are dying,
as am I.
What happens
in between matters.
Instead, meditate
on the nothingness
that was and
the nothingness
that will be
at any second.
Do not **** your life
away on nonsense.
Find your way to make
what is in between
matter. Me?
I think I'll go fishing.

  ~mce

Just another Sunday

On my travel along country lanes
this Sunday afternoon I saw a tree
on yellow sun burnt field, that had
its limb cut off by a crazed axe man
A surgeon named John, had put
a bandage on the stump, but sap
or white blood, had seeped through
the bandage and I could sense its
agony and there are no hospitals for
wounded three.

So much death on a peaceful day I saw an
old oak that had died from an enormous
tumour on its trunk, leaves had fallen off and
gray branches were seeking heavenward,
a gesture of futility. A car ran across the lane
and I spat twelve times for luck

baby, firewalk with me, be divine with me
because your frequency sends me into overdrive
"touch me, baby; love me, baby; **** me, baby"
i'm electric, sparks embedded under my skin
and every circuit in me is looking to overload
i'm charged, i'm humming,
wreck me
corrupt me, **** with my mind, make me question my sanity
(but don't make a ******* sound,
because i'm in control, baby)
lie with me at dusk on a sunday,
while the room loses light like we lose our clothes
gather me into your lap and let me feel you
your skin's so soft and you taste so ******* sweet
fresh nectar of lovers, thirst quenched upon lips
("can you tell how badly i want you?")
("do you want this as badly as i do?")
on my knees, begging you please
like a sinner asking for salvation
give me everything, you own me
(but i'm in control, baby)
i'm burning, i'm sweltering, i'm suffocating
the desire lines are as plain as day
so give it to me, deliver me from sin
devour me with your eyes, eat me up with your stare
you crave me, don't you?
you need me, don't you?
entangle me into a dreamlike haze
touch me, caress me, break me
never let me go, never get off of me
because i can't cleanse my skin of the places you touched,
(the places you kissed, the places you gripped)
but *******, i wouldn't want to even if i could

it was pointless to love
like the captain of a drowning vessel
still turning hard to starboard
as he stared into the deep, blue night
and charted a new course home