Tark Wain

Tark Wain Aug 2016

Reasons

Everything happens for a reason
Said one man to another
that’s ******* you know he responded
and even if that was so
should it be some consolation
should I be amazed by the worlds complexity?
should I applaud the interwoven madness
if the one left out is me?

Does a bull admire a matador’s technique?
Does a building admire the strength of a wrecking ball?
Tell me why the system is great
why I should care about the meaning behind it all
what you have is what you love
and I could never love a theory
I believe in the material
because it’s the only thing my eyes can see

Tell me why my wife died
Was it to save a thousand lives?
because I would **** a thousand more
for one more look into her eyes
Maybe her death
somehow saved my life
well one day I will die
without the comfort of my wife

That’s all it really is my friend
a celebrated rain delay
God’s in his high chair
choosing who will go and who will stay
but eventually we will all leave
despite all the magic this universe has to offer
you believe in faith sir
but sadly I am bogged down in fact

The man was choked up
as he searched for words to answer the other
I did not know your babies mother
but my son did
She pushed him to safety from a car
taking the impact that was meant for him
so while I'm sorry for your loss friend
there is a reason behind everything

Tark Wain Aug 2016

The Last Thing

I wonder what I'll see right before I die
Not the moments flashing bright
nor the memories passing by

I mean the last thing
the image that I'll see
the feelings it'll bring

Will it be a neat summary of things I've seen
or perhaps a dying shout
at what things could have been

Or maybe it will be nothing at all
just a slab of concrete
after one long fall

Tark Wain Aug 2016

A Long Poem But Worth the Read

One Day there was A Bee Named Beevis

Beevis was the fastest bee in the garden

He won all the races

And won all the medals

But still Beevis was sad

Because no matter how many races he won
Or how many medals he was awarded

He still couldn’t smell

Because he had a deviated septum

But Beevis was in luck

Because the Bee Grand Prix was soon approaching

And the Prize was a check for $100,000

And Beevis knew it cost $2,435 dollars to repair his septum

He realized he would be rolling in money.
(Figuratively, of course. Not Literally)

That would be wasteful

So he raced

And he won

Because like I said earlier he was the fastest bee

So he went to the doctor with $2,435

And had his septum repaired

As soon as he left the office he was overwhelmed by smells

He was drawn to a patch of roses

Beevis slowly took in each one’s distinct scent

Beevis had no desire to fly fast anymore

He always stopped to smell the roses

And You Should Too

Tark Wain Aug 2016

What's It Worth?

What's it worth
to be revolutionary
To speak with conviction
while your reality remains imaginary
Speak bigger
increase your vocabulary
Fascism's been tried before
success varied

How far are you willing to drive
if you are willing to carry a gun are you willing to die
Because you say All Lives Matter
but remain silent when a black man dies
And you say you love our military
unless it's a Muslim in camo
Because in your mind they're a vessel
meant to withstand your imaginary ammo

Spare me the details
of your distrust of science
I thought when we left the middle ages
we left ignorance behind us
Only when the last rig is dry
Our final coffer left bare
You realize how foolish you were
for loving the imp with the orange hair

Tark Wain Aug 2016

The Savior's Call

Come Round Come Round/ To hear the Savior's call/ Stare upon the sky/ The place from where he'll fall

Born of the Dragon/ He who carries the flame/ The one to end all wars/ The one to end the game

Born of the Father of Fire/ and the Mother of Wind/ He'll come when all is lost/ When all lights have dimmed

We will not falter/ We will not yield/ Until the last Falcon/ Has been Killed

Tark Wain Aug 2016

What if We're Raindrops?

I wonder about the rain
A good deal more than any sane person should

The way it falls
the inevitably of it
down
down
down
and then
crash
And just like that
It's as if it never existed

What if we're all just raindrops
falling for what mistakably
seems like forever
and then
boom
nothing
the only thing left
being the size of our splash

Memories become
molecules we happen pick up along the way

It must be hard
when you're falling
to think of anything but the ground
who cares about where you fell from
or the places you've transversed
when the only thing in front
is solid asphalt

What I'm saying is
What if we're just raindrops
inevitably falling
and if that's a fact that will never change
what good does it do
to overthink
to stress
to doubt yourself

When in the end
we're all just a splash on the pavement

Tark Wain Jul 2016

Wind

Wind's Like Life
It blows
And then it doesn't