WHAT ARE WE?

Time on my hands -
like blood at a ****** scene.

My face muscles frozen as I kneel before
the last form of belief that shall ever exist.


WHAT AM I -
But a time traveler that has but witnessed extinctions and destruction.
The last human shadow abandoned by moral values.
A forgotten and abandoned generosity at the cemetery of Existance.

I can barely remember how I got here,
As never have I imagined the world this place to be.

Never have I thought that wrinkles on the heart can tell such sad stories,
Nor did I imagine how hard it would be to keep the waterfall of words
from running over the cliff of the lips.
For, some eyes in this world have witnessed greater pain
than it can ever be fairly monumentalized.

WHAT HAVE I -
But grotesque images
And some predecessors' stories.
Nothing do I see but what world of agony wants me to see.


The energy of sorrow and despair
outbalanced the warm and bright rays of circle of birth.


WHAT ARE WE –
But soulless and narcissistic
yet self-abandoned creatures,
that criticize and worship
random crumbs and pieces of good deeds.
As for the better seldom does anyone know.
  
WHAT AMAZES US –
But our true forgotten existence -
Mystery of humanity, that surprises as a sudden shock of electricity -
That is nothing but a last sign of natural instincts that existed in
someone else's stories of what we had used to be.

Nothing to remember -
But melodramatic elegies
Of wars and losses,
Self-Abundance and social negligence
celebrated at the Inferno of wasted souls.

What do we love?
What have we become?

What we did
Meant something
To me, not you
I get that

Now it's all
Said and done
All you care about?
Your ******* reputation

Can't have it get out
What you did to me
Nope
Can't have that

Even though you did it
Just as I did
No denying that
My bruises are proof

Have you no shame?
I guess you do
But it's directed at me
Not at you

Now it's all
Said and done
All you worry about?
Your ******* reputation

By Arcassin Burnham


Theres a promise land,
One for each of us,
Some want power and lust,
I believe in God we trust,
Pink material in need,
Verses say the flesh is weak,
Forget tough , be cool,
Won't be taken seriously,
Men that run without phase,
Cold hearts won't give,
Lord help all the crazed,
Can't imagine how they live,
If this is really the end,
Hurry up and live your life,
No time to pretend anymore when you look at the cameras and lights,

I remember dreaming of a life with my first love when In reality
She was an ******* that didn't care for emotions or boyfriends or
people Less fortunate than herself laughing at me while I was being
Bullied in middle school,
Everybody's cruel, even your family that don't want you to be alive
To tell the stories of what happen to you,
Lost in disbelief or what ever the hell this boy is talking about,
Everybody else got the same impression without a doubt,
While all the kids from highschool that walked over me is living
Lavish , I'll be home writing to get a publishing deal in fact,
I know I'm not alone due to the 5,000 others in Florida,
Staring at the break of death cause they don't wanna live with mental disorders.

I live in a world of intolerant people
Who insist their way is the best.
Many say theirs is the only way;
They totally reject all the rest.
I always have had trouble with that,
Saying their loving god hates;
That their god would choose some to
Leave standing hopeless at the gate.

I read the books that believers claim
Will cleanse me and make me blessed.
They verbally promise heaven to me
If I but bend my knee and request
Acceptance of a human turned into god
For my personal and holy savior.
It has always seemed to me to be
A rather superstitious sort of behavior.

It smacks of me throwing salt around
To promise myself the best of luck.
Or avoiding stepping on any crack.
Mumbo jumbo for which I have no truck.
I read more than the books of religions
To find out where the myth came from.
I am now informed about the eucharist
To know I don’t need a single crumb.

I don’t disparage those who believe
Any more than those who wear copper
To ward of arthritis and rheumatism.
I’ve seen those beliefs come a cropper.
Let others sing songs and nursery rhymes
About golden streets and pie in the sky.
I prefer reality in the here and now.
I’m not a bit superstitious, no not I.

And so as autumn dawned
the falling leaf
kisses the surface of the pond
a sentence of death, in disbelief

09/25/2016

There is something untrustworthy of a man with a half untucked shirt
Walking the late night streets with diamond dew on his heels
You asked with the essence of liquor on your breathe
If you could show me something
I said no
You heard yes
And now I walk alone
Tears running and mixing with the red gore of life
Broken and used
Stumbling helplessly home
I can still feel the inferno burning inside of me
What was seized and what was deposited are one now
Why me?
Why now?
Only four more miles until home
There is something so untrustworthy of life