1.
The wave of morality ends where the
                                    sands of conscience begin
The weight of thy pleasures ebb within
Thou left for a jubilant spring vacation
                                    I ventured for a new sensation
Deep in those doleful dens
                                     I a pig, wallowed in a sty of sins
Each pleasure a fledgling albatross
Each chance a tiger to satiate
Each night a new place dossed
                                      down depravity
A new threshold crossed
                                      strong winds to the frozen lake of
                                                                ­   treachery                                    
Now my skull has been hollowed out
                                            by fatten maggots of the conscience

2.
A cynic once said
"One goes to bed early because they have so little to think about"
I haven't slept
                                the echos have kept
                                                            ­                my eyes have wept
Now I wade in that low tide with boots of iron
              How far do I walk
One more step to feel relief
              How far do I sink
A bloated corpse decorating coral reef

Look behind at all the ducks,
but don’t turn your back!
Squawking and pecking
like they do give a ****,
but their father is a quack.

Throw to them a piece of bread,
and they'll fight like dogs.
The alpha pounces,
thieving from pups he's bred-
while they snort and snort like hogs.

Stay your glance, looking ahead,
for missiles raining.
Trapped in gas, they choke;
soon enough, they'll be dead,
and too, your time is waning.

That paper in your pocket
leashes up your mind.
Give it a whiff, a stare, and a sniff,
ball the evil rocket.
Freedom's ring is what you'll find.

Feathers falling and flying.
The canines are sharp.
Angel eyes in the darkness, stalking.
Don't sift through the lying,
or dance to heavenly harp.

Strip your clothes on the mountain,
bows the snake low, down.
Never wanted to see any harm,
though sipped from the fountain,
to question the mighty crown.

Give back to him his children,
let Soulless roam free.
You may well recall-
strength once you were wieldin’,
when I was you, and you were me.

So with love, set him beside;
embrace your own child.
Comfort and soothe his worthless cause.
Accept him despite the pride
'fore the lion's temper ever be mild.

Inhospitable landscapes
And opioid canapés,
Give into grief
And metallic decay:
Your mind in situ.
Moral compasses compounded.

Green grows grey
Far swifter than you think.
In the blink of an eye
We'll see different skies.
A pale blue bloom
Will soon become doom and gloom,
And marigolds macabre,
Perfume of tulip and
Netherworlds of hubris,
Will consume the gold
And the grey.

Except
We're not there yet.
Giacommetti, Picasso and Muller foresaw:
We're all going to be ignored.

Ultimately.

A single state engrained into lore:
Deplorably thick custard creams
With a side of sea bream,
Quarter-loaf multi-seed bread
And half a shilling in the shed.

Unimaginable-
Immemorial.

Pass the headstone,
Don the frown.
The bright brown obelisk of fate
Awaits you now.

so what's a pornhub?
lies every man alive

for shame

and what are we really like?
(in the dark)
hides everything breathing

insecurely

and what do we really want?
(as a question)
always complicates bartering

and *******

so how do i really feel?
and for a dollar i might tell you

why eye contact's endangered
why shame's a commodity
why so many of us humans
        seem so ******* petty
                 so ******* empty

but i don't think i need to
(as you already know)
      . . . about that

Actively seeking knowledge,
that may have different answers.
Holding on to a morality of self
instead of fearing that which others
expect upon there version, tainted.
Some cant see beyond there own confusion
trying to sullen me, because I'm not conformed.