With a loss
pain
will always come across.

I am not one to inflict
pain,
I see you have enough racing
through your veins.

With
pain
comes confusion
illusions.

One's mind
may find peace
in chaos.

Silence
of one's mind
may take off.

Leaves you
with reality
and pain
and everything else
from which you abstain.

Nothing else said.
Wipe
your used
soles
as to
avoid imperfection.
Beaten
until acceptable
once again,
never attractive
to
a stranger's eye
though.
Just
wipe
their soles
and continue.
Reason unknown;
they bring
a new mat
home.
I guess that's just how it is.

You are the sun;
you brighten my world
even if the skies are grey.
You affect
so much more than
you can understand.

You are the sea;
you are beautiful
even with sharks
in the water.
You hold
so much mystery.

You are a tree;
you stand tall
when others give.
You create
inspire
without moving an inch.

You are human;
you can control
what others can't.
You're cryptic
a puzzle
I'd like to solve.

The words you have preached
have been branded.
Make us ponder
learn.
And
as we look up
at you,
you don't realise
who we look up to.
Your spirit
has influenced ours
in ways unimaginable.
You are
what you have produced:
Respectful tots,
responsible minors,
rigid adults.
We spread your
inimitable wisdom,
so well-earned.
Forever in your debt,
forever you linger
forever appreciated
forever remembered.

Pathetic
drooling
savage
fools.
Inflicting
such cruelty upon themselves.
The impact left,
undoubtedly deserved
like the smouldering
fire
that eats and chars.

The warmth is nice
comforting, easing
but with ******* beings
there is no pleasing.
Feed the fire..
watch it grow..
admire the glow..
beautiful blaze..
it's too large..
Ignorant,
negligent.
So destructive,
it wants to ravage.
Smothered in heat and passion.
Burning
while you sit and watch,
inadvertently.
Pleading
while you play along,
phlegmatically.
Look at the scenery,
isn't it marvellous?
The beast comes out,
you become arguous.
There's no more beauty
in the flame,
the burns and scars
have ruined its name.

Mind,
stabbing at trauma,
so digusting.
But escape,
recognise the trauma of
the earth.
Given such devalued matter
to feed on
its whole existence,
yet
it always makes
something beautiful.
Blooming flowers,
lofty trees,
stormy mountains,
seven seas.
All the beauty in the world
created by
unappreciated benefactors.
Maybe
the repulsing brutes
that taunt me so
will grow into
*something beautiful.

The warmth
your grasp provides to
my hip.
Hair
scattered as vines
growing around one another.
Find your way
through.
Gentle lips landing
spreading passion
down through the delicate bone structure.
Finally
I feel again
your tender touch,
genuine sincerity.
Pure bliss
so secure.
Such a beauty it is,
the time spent
in your presence
bed
arms.
Immeasurable ardour.
Infinite euphoria.
Immense passion,
increasing exponentially.

You speak,
there's a fork in your tongue.

I placed it
as gruesomely as I could,
just as you did with knives
in my back.

Your words,
simple myths,
spewed it
so horribly.

Your words,
mediocre myths,
yet so credible.

They should be recorded,
passed down,
as you pass on;
down.

Hell beckons you.
You remove the fork
and I see your horns
how could you have hidden them before?

Incredible, really.
To think that eyes
are really only windows.
You may see one’s
soul.
And yet
so many *distant eyes.
No soul,
no intention,
nothing to seek.
Where might those eyes take me?
If I went
along on their journey?
Your eyes
their gaze is contagious.
The distance.
Yet *I can still see you.

All that's wanted,
attention.
The loving
beatific
voice
reassuring
(oh so scarce)
virtue.
Acknowledge the various
beauties
that crawl out
as if
all of the
vices
had vanished.

I swim along.
Along with all the others.
Fins that are not as vibrant.
A tail a bit askew.
No point.
No point in
taking interest in other fish.
We don't do that,
not down here.

We swim.

Those hooks,
they taunt us.

We bite.

No one hears
our cries of pain.
Even the others.
We don't respect much,
not down here.

We swim.

We're not very
quick
clever.
Just responsive,
and not responsibly so.

We
just
*swim.

Marijuana bowls
Bubbleubbleubbleubbleubble
Red eyes all around

Such an abundance
of absence.

Absent minds
they wander aimlessly,
thinking,
never knowing.

Absent eyes
they linger, dead,
looking,
never seeing.

Where are the humans?
They seem
to be
absent.

What if I compared my bed to
a cloud?
And I slept in the dark
night sky?

Would I dream of
birds and planes?
Or just sit beneath and let it
rain?

A skeleton
I lay, deteriorating.
They eat
eat away at me
from the inside
out.
For the scariest
monsters
feast
on the most peaceful
thoughts.