Quivering, my hands try to hold
the thing most beyond man’s control.
My bloodshot eyes cannot behold
the weariness I can’t console.

My achy bones refuse to move
to encounter the vague unseen,
to meet what latent dreams disprove
in the fog of the in between.

I’ve not adjusted to the light.
I tried but my eyes weren’t prepared.
I want the end to be in sight—
the insight of which I am scared.

When will at last I be awake?
Is this the day I understand?
I stumble out into daybreak
to hold the future in my hand.

god is dead
he died of a bad review in The New York Times
that accused him of being
a fascist
and a *****

he is being replaced by a new
non-sectarian trinity
of
Me Myself and I
all of whom are
free
to **** god
and say
god is dead
god dead is
dead is god
is god dead

I think I have heard somebody suggest
(and therefore I have)
that the Department of Health is soon to issue
new and improved
antiexistentialistdespairpills
free of charge  
to every adult
man and woman
sitting in front
of his/her
TV/Smart Phone/Game Console/Computer
waiting for
godot

I am the one who stands above all
I stand proud mighty and tall
I have climb to the highest, I have reached its peak.
I tower above, Let cower the meek

I only looked down and never above and around
I let it pass by all the love that surround
I always saw that praise was for me only, Now I see that "One" can also mean lonely


I am The One, my greatness is shown
I am The One, though I stand the highest I stand... alone

If only we could have seen
the way we would become
years after that first
night
when we only saw each other.
Making love
Silently
Innocent souls
intelligibly linked
Speaking without words
A look, sweet caress,
Warm touch
An abyss of unity;
Bliss.
Shh! Don’t speak.

How inconspicuous and slow
the descent into
Vice.
Mutual passion silently transformed into
sly betrayal
Envy, Jealously, Greed  
My weapons distilling your desire.
Surrender to my body.
Don’t speak.
Falling, falling,
Two souls grazing the inferno

Damaged now
but we can’t go back
Too late to talk.
Silence is King.
Imagine
Our deepest selves metamorphosized
  into words!
Thought exposed
Can you imagine?
No, no I cannot
Sacrifice the last part of myself
  you didn’t take.

Guillotine, guillotine
Metal in the sunshine gleam
Touching with the dirt
Touching toes with the folk

I'm a bird, I guess
Gluttony
but with wings!

I'm ascended, I suppose
All alone
no one

to tell me if I'm wrong!

Guillotine, guillotine
Metal in the sunshine gleam
Touching with the dirt
Touching toes with the folk

It's my joke on you
Ascended
from your things!

All alone no
one

to tell me if I'm wrong!

Seeing is believing
So see me
Believe me
And cast your hollow faiths to the ground