I’ve grown weary of those who claim
A false tense of enlightenment
So bored of vast displays
Of neon pigments and entitlement  
For where the fairies walk
And spirit hooded figures talk
I cannot find, cannot divine
Where soul and ego bear to walk…
( in unison )
So permissive is this culture,
That I feel the eyes of vulture
Preying on the weak and un-avowed
In what kind of world is this allowed
(to continue?)
But who am I to question,
The laws, the rites of these transgressions
I am merely just an actor  
An inconsequential factor
But I do I dare deny
That in your dogma there’s a lie
For all the glitter in the world
Cannot turn **** into a pearl

Train of thought
Intertwined with the ebb and flow of thoughts forgot
In the purity  of that empty space between your brows
In the shapeless darkness  where feelings allow
Reality to abstract itself
Re-arrange and interact with itself
Here in the pits of imagination and firing synapses
I lost who I was
But found who I came here to be

Then I sensed it
Rushing forward like a flood
A tidal wave of recognition
And I suddenly understood what you were talking about
We are doomed arent we?
And
No matter...
How sweet the victory tastes right now

It will all end in failure
How can I sit back and enjoy these moments?
How can I resist its tempting taste?

At some point
You stop
.... caring

...Stop
Tilling those thoughts in your head


Refusing to let doubts seek root

Razing the field
Making yourself equal
With reality

Coming
To accept
The inevitable truth:
It doesn’t really matter

Am I a siren?

Does the small harbor between my legs
Entice them so?
That sailors dash themselves along the rocky edges of my soul...
Damning themselves...
For a sip of it's frothy waves?

Soft spoken
This hidden nature of my own heart
Keeps me wrapped up in daydreams

Hesitant
A river of emotion flowing before me
Threatening to flood
And you want me….
To..
Hop skip and jump across
The tentative stones of our friendship
And say
“Hello?”

I sit back down from trepidation

Its not that what you ask is excessive.
But…
What if I’m wrong?

What if that’s not what you are asking…
But instead
You are the river, pushing me away.

For some reason watching movies about war
Calms the one in my head
Something about watching the helpless fight for their lives
Soothes the desire to give up mine.