kromwellfarkus

kromwellfarkus May 2019

Astray

Only if you want.
Here is my outstretched hand,
Soft yet scarred, for you to hold,
It's all I can afford.

This exquisite piece I made for you,
In my head,
For your senses to swoon,
Against your will.

Just to show you,
The edge of the knife,
The cusp of the moon,
A heartbeat of life.

I stay astray,
Just to to think of the right words to say
But, when it comes time,
You were there, and I was away.

It's all I can afford,
Soft, yet scarred, for you, to hold,
Here, is my outstretched hand,
Only if you want.

kromwellfarkus May 2019

Once at Eleven

Amongst the midst of violence and kiss,
Between caress and clenched fist,
A lost dream soul, heart embered coal,
Skin as thick as the next.

Wince and cringe after each binge,
Focus, as feathers fall from wing,
Complex sphere, edges adhere
To anxiety, paranoia, and shiny things.

Collapsing as flesh, takes deep final breath,
Tries to explain in a mere sentence,
But, basics are lost in riddles and fore thought,
In meetings, supposed to be emails.

Spawns with eyes much like mine,
Coil and suffocate in innocence sublime,
Naive souls, individual yet trefoil,
Make the empty struggle worthwhile.

Deal and dance with demons,
As you do, on the daily,
Play the game, but take no shame,
In pouring a glass at eleven A.M.

kromwellfarkus May 2019

Mere male

I was prepared
To follow you
To the ends of the earth
But, you said no.

I fell in love
But didn't bother
To tell you.

I was prepared
To leave my life behind
But, it was too much too soon
For you.

You were honest
And, the truth hurt
So, I accepted the fact
I'd never be with you.

I ran circles
Chased my tail
Just to end up
Where I started.

I remember
Everything my memory allows
And I will always
Feel the same.

I am not worth
Your company
I am well aware
That you are a pipe dream.

So, now what to do?
Stuck between suicide and lifes struggle
Don't want to live
Yet, too young to die.

Unable to begin again
Unsure of how to express how I feel
Don't want to scare you away
Unable to decipher anything.

Silly boy
When will you learn
Every bridge you build
Does not need to be burned.

Childish man
When will you understand
Love is not a lifestyle
It is a commitment.

Foolish male
How will this end
Your soul mate is a myth
Not found within a kiss.

Stupid bloke
Swallow the smoke
She's waiting for you
At home.

She loves you
She always has
So do your children
You're insulting all of them.

Go home
Kiss all brows
Cook dinner
And love what you have.

Some day soon
You will wake up old
Listen to this angel of logic
And do what you've been told.

I love you.

kromwellfarkus Apr 2019

Choose

Before I begin, I'll finish my can,
Sweetest crush beside others laid slain,
Roll a dart for good measure,
Painful pleasure.

Sparkinsons cure
Lights the way to the fuse,
Inhale and consume
Head spins,unfortunately resume.

The constant is resonant.

The background noun
As a half chewed minty,
Half chewed clown.

All is the same,
Yet not the same at all.

Speculation equals concern,
So, don't worry, be happy,
You cannot predict the outcome,
Of any scenario, not one.

You have four options...

Dig,
Breathe,
Drown or
Burn.

Choose.

I chose drown, just so you know.

kromwellfarkus Apr 2019

Sit.

Sit.
Sit with me.
I do not want to talk.

Just, sit.

Everything's ******,
Everyone sux.

I too am fluent,
In silence.

See you tomorrow,
In reality or memory,
It doesn't really matter,

I'll still be here.

#sit #stay

kromwellfarkus Mar 2019

Happiness vs Righteousness

Do you want to be happy?

Or

Do you want to be right?

This is what he asked me,
On hole number nine.

Well, I said (with a head full of lead),
I want both of these things,
I have an opinion
And it's worth contemplation.

As he took his stance,
And positioned to hit,
On the back swing, he said,
Your opinion aint worth ****.

We argued back and forth,
Until the eighteenth,
Until he turned and said
So, you want to be right?

Silence as we packed our clubs,
Separate cars, straight to the pub,
I told him, fine have it your way,
He nodded and said,

See?

It's easier being happy.

#onetime

kromwellfarkus Mar 2019

Amiss

Something is wrong
Something is amiss
Deep within me
It doesn't make sense

Try as I might
Progress seems void
End up in a riddle
Alone and annoyed

Problems made mine
Which I may have made
Tickle and excite
Destroy and decay

I feel it deep inside
Between anxiety and clenched fist
Something is wrong
Something is amiss.