Permission sought by absent thoughts
that lack of input from the world
allows for the worse to occur
by the opposite of spoke concerns
consideration over many years
breeds decisions hard to fight
the final one would be swift
without regard to consequence

a lack of tethers to shore the ship
invites the tides to then encroach
have their way on moonlit nights
when the tides are sure to rise
without recourse to many hopes
the still waters are no more
in their place the currents tug
drifting blindly towards the rocks

that last resort is finally lost
before the void takes its own
to medicate the throbbing pain
shut the tears behind the face
then slip away like a ghost
with no chains left to hold
the lack of ties would assure
this turn of life most abhor.

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Wisdom dwells in irony
it matters not against decree
the fantasy is disabused
look to the child to see the truth
that their Lord is now undressed
heedless of the whispered jest
rally round the master’s throne
still the masses take the field

at the sound of half-time’s call
are assumed to be flawed
both the players and the game
the gridiron is soundly ******
then move the goalposts afterwards
when mere mortals become bored
these deities from above
perhaps the drama is not their own

when fair winds were observed
why the gods became such jerks
of existence that could explain
what should be is now the bane
of hope demanded before the grave
demanding space beside the grace
with a whisper or roar’s decree
wisdom dwells in irony.

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Wisdom dwells in irony
with a whisper or roar’s decree
demanding space beside the grace
of hope demanded before the grave
what should be is now the bane
of existence that could explain
why the gods became such jerks
when fair winds were observed

perhaps the drama is not their own
these deities from above
when mere mortals become bored
then move the goalposts afterwards
the gridiron is soundly ******
both the players and the game
are assumed to be flawed
at the sound of half-time’s call

still the masses take the field
rally round the master’s throne
heedless of the whispered jest
that their Lord is now undressed
look to the child to see the truth
the fantasy is disabused
it matters not against decree
wisdom dwells in irony.

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While the mirror may disregard
the image held in the heart
others are the paragons
of existence beyond this one
there is the irony few deny
the measure of the other side
now beholden as a god
while the  owner falls far short

each has a portion of the grail
perfection granted on the small scale
though some are bless with much more
even these know pure scorn
if we don’t deserve the grass
growing on the other side
the past is seen in contrast
to the present none desire

if only bodies could be switched
one for another in fair trade
those outer shells that walk about
taunting owners with their shroud
the exchange comes with a price
those natal quirks that may surprise
still the maladies are put aside
with sanity as the main prize

don’t laugh at the mortal fools
it is their lot to be confused
when the shell game of the gods
becomes the mold in aftermath
the mirrors state an honest truth
while devils laugh as if amused
because perfection lays beyond
in curses of the jealous mind.

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Close the eyes for a time
when space invites a quick retreat
instead allowing the senses’ span
to invade vision's land

sound moves to music’s pace
words to sounds in close rapport
inspiring thoughts that fly above
the span of earth beneath the soar

returning raindrops to the ground
splashing softly upon dry skin
angels blessing with their tears
the mortals striving to exist

these beings seeking touch
to address the quiet voids
connection absent if none acquire
something to sate the rapt desires

twilight enveloped beneath soft sheets
the day experienced is complete
now the eyes are closed tight
treasuring moments without sight.

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I met the friend on the road
no stranger from times before
while I traveled towards my goal
only wishing to arrive alone
no good would come from amity
a rapport that denied good faith
when motivations would be ******
in every afterward imagined then

I turned away from these thoughts
instead of considering ego’s wants
filled inside with rapt desires
forgetting falls that bruised my heart
they were the chum when I had none
standing by me when life was glum
now their return bode anew
the need to walk in fury's groove

they asked to climb upon my back
share a warmth by the flames
that burned bright in response
to their presence by my side
the only answer I had to share
was a yes from every cell
the desire to smash the world
was the focus I'd soon despair

now I ask if they could leave
depart before I would arrive
complete the journey at day’s end
in the company of sanity
my friend of temperament had their place
at the milestone where they stood
my destination is not their home
life removed from anger's cure.

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If I were to list my top regret
it would point at myself
denouncing change that came too slow
by the speed and not the flow
while the seconds are cast away
the layers ask to be displayed

with quaint reference to comfort’s angst
deference is given to the mewling tongue
while determining identity
some parts were clear to see
hidden in the rapt desires
always there to speak its mind

that internal voice is locked away
announcing volumes only one will hear
while the world is ignorant
of this flow that souls dictate
cooperating with gender’s taunt
the outward kept in still detente

an arrangement that most approve
as the past becomes a lie
the shell seems to carry on
as the core is left to die
on the altar of frozen time
these choices become sorrow's life.

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