#alienate
--- that's all a footnote and a preface,
faceted reflection connotes split
person weform influxuation, wit
necessary,
no yielding, no backing away,
or else, eh, all in bets work that way.
First inkling of a plan, a drip
from an old, to me, memory,
a store of storied memes, alive
and well intensioned, wound up,
about to spring from dissimulation
Bible bubbles
from my souls submission.
In the spirit truth is, I may say
I do believe there is a thread,
throughout the past to now,
whying, we shall call
reasoning, we with Isaiah,
come and see, wilderness, day two,
the very next
day,
we went out to the edge of town,
to ponder what'd we'd heard, yesterday,
while we reflected dawn, on a day
after rain at the bottom edge
of the alpine ecologic zone,
think back, reflect an imagination,
this is our current situation,
I am first, thinking I am being,
and then to your part in the plan,
the leap is just, exactly just
enough, by faith, the evidence
found in confidence, at the fi,
in finance, you find remenants,
once, wisest of men, reportedly said,
scriptural authority is the ready reader's,
made believe a holy as hell of good idea, once matter had a structural minimum
points perceived unaccountably
as if idle words awaken, at we being re
all start to click and tic ** we
realize there is no waste
in reusable time… each
dawn, as a mortal
we get born again,
start all over, new innocense,
same old show.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
Dusk and Dawn,
Back-Streets and Alleys,
A portrait halfway Drawn,
The center of a Valley.
I like the In-Betweens:
Things which have begun but not yet Ended,
Where things are not always what they Seem
And our belief is Suspended.
A jagged Mountain grasping for the Clouds,
Not quite there-but well into the Sky
Like a prisoner Unbowed,
With a jailor to Defy.
The boring, uneventful Days,
Which alienate and leaves us Whirled.
Manifested, tangible Displays,
Of Space between Worlds.
Life is the greatest Halfway,
It’s not so long a Route.
So I will resolve to Stay
To see it all play Out.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
You can't catch what I have
Your sympathy I avoid
The happiness that I had once
My depression destroyed
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
People walk on by and only glance in my direction
unaware that I am suffering from a deep rooted infection.
For don't you see that I'm painfully dying
and in the future you'll know that I could've been saved,
all it took was a simple moment of trying
and to hear the things that I always craved.
They tell you a drowning man will drag you down
but I've always been a strong swimmer,
we can easily take on another pound
just focus on the waves surfing glimmer.
Keep going, keep rowing,
don't inhale that salty sea.
The wind's blowing, exhaustion is showing,
I'll hold you up even when you can't hold me.
People walk on by and only glance in my direction
they aren't the slightest bit shocked at my self inflicted dissection.
For I desperately need to remove my organs of rot,
these days feeling just takes too much of a toll on me,
and they're so badly damaged that no customer has bought,
even when I offered them up for free.
They tell you a drowning man will drag you under
but I've always been gifted with a swift stroke,
how I made it out this far truly is a wonder,
or maybe just another sad tasteless joke.
Keep going, keep towing,
don't you give up so easily.
The wind's blowing, pace is slowing,
I'll hold you up even when you can't hold me.
So call me Ismael 'cause I'm lost at sea,
was caught up in a current very swiftly,
and my white whale has lost all interest in me,
I guess there's some other place it would rather be,
than stuck in my sad excuse for company.
Do I glimpse land's salvation or am I just succumbing to insanity?
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
The silence wrapping our words
was not born out of a deed or two.
Or out of lack of love.
We didn’t wake up one day
and began feeling alone.
The day we held hands,
we felt the alienation
that only love can bring.
No great love can
change what we were.
Where the plains of our own
lives and its insecurities met
there we see a crack,
to remind us everyday
that we never fit with each other.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
Looks have never been so piercing before
Whispers have never been so loud before
You try to step back, submit and comply
Until one day you comply no more.
And after some time you'd want to break the silence
Only more and more fingers to point your defiance
Well what do they know more than what they have been told
Silence is golden, your perfect alliance.
They love you and hate you
Will own you, asphyxiate you
Disregard and deny you
And well still not know you.
You've never opened up, despite how many times they knock
You have had your achievements and you’ve had your block
They worry you no more they are a stupid flock
Still, you stay amused, they are your laughing stock.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Violent takes prolonged by the snap of shutter:
If photos really make the ones inside more real
Can you still wear their love like skin?
How long can you believe you're part of them
And not a parasite?
1/1600
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC