Is there a point
Just to watch the flower wilt?
And watch the water cloud
As if it hadn't already spilt
Watching the monitor
Listening to the beats
Waiting for the fall out
And the rhythm to cease
Mourning the loss
Knowing it means nothing
They are gone
And that's the thing
Another heartbreak
But was it real this time?
Just like every other
Just short of sublime
What do you really matter for
In the perpetual race?
What's the point
If you're not in first place?
Global warming
A government cult
Supernovas
But it wasn't your fault
Out in the stygian seas
Do you have a purpose?
Or are you waiting for the candle to die out
For the end of the traveling circus.

am I a poet
or am I just deranged
words tumbling out in senseless sequences
always chasing after something
anything really that has no purpose or meaning whatsoever
this blankness is what I am after
anything else is just too predictable at this point

Wars are often fought in the name of justice,
but they are all waged to secure economic resources, and to give some internal worth to the crusading narcissist.

no awareness time
is meaningless as i think
random perceptions

what has ever been
that cannot always be known
meaningless questions

Two sickly birds,
In their nest of salt,
And it's not their fault.
What do they know?

there is creation
of meaningless words and is
tempest manifest