They ****** us in;
King and country,
Christ Almighty
And the rest.
Patriotism,
Democracy,
Honor—
Words and phrases,
They either ******* or killed us.

The soul
is a
dandilion
that
burst apart
in every direction
drift silently
through the
whisper of
the wind

Like an albatross around my neck it sits in the room.
Devoid of warmth, lacking a purpose.
It defeats me every time I enter.
The clean white sheets greet me with a mocking crispness.
Clean, virginal, untouched, unused sheets.
My energy and resolve are depleting,
what I nearly was is fleeting.
Time to concede these empty sheets are never to be filled.
Time to retreat, concede defeat and take the cradle apart.

If the kiss lasted through all eternity
I would become the ocean of your breaths.

on a journey
to other locale

floating on a dream
to wonderland

we take sojourns
through landscapes
of our vast mind space

It's not that
I didn't know what I had
It's just that
I never thought I'd lose it