I think so often
We continue to reach for everything
That once was,
Unwilling to accept the reality
Of what is now,
Because we fear that something
Equally as fulfilling,
Couldn’t possibly come around again.

I open my computer,
And suddenly it seems the average commuter,
Is either suffering and in pain,
But as I look through the window, out the train,
I see nothing but a little breeze,
And so I ask, can we get good news for once? Please?
Selfish or heartless are words that may come to mind,
But it's just that, these days, good news is so hard to find.

Pour on the gasoline
and touch a match to my skin

I love the way it burns.

Isolation is the basis for cerebral control.
Ideologies to be shifted, for that is the goal.

No Vulcan mind melds to rediscover ones sense.
Plot a course and sail, there's no need for recompense.

A common trait is shared between energy and water.
The path of least resistance, always colder never hotter.

Newton's second law; the time rate change of momentum.
But how can force equal love? Let's apply an addendum.

As velocity increases, so does dilation of time.
Just keep your seat belt fastened, all things will be fine.

And now you've been conditioned to accept what you were told.
So close your eyes, just relax, fortune persists among the bold.

he listens to the treble of her voice—
and the silent ghost of the sounds that
fail to make it past her lips;
wanting nothing more than to dissect
the words of woe that weigh her heart
with a bitter aftertaste, like a
liter of ***** on a friday night,
because words were never made
to be swallowed whole and love
was, in no way, ever meant to be simple.
as the minutes go by he comes to
recall that despair is never a constant