Friday, October 28, 2016

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Something like silence

What is heard
right before the crack
of an acorn falling, & just
as the wind touches the leaves
in the trees, it assists
approaching twilight as the stars
seek to reach the sky,
it's tucked in w/ the dust bunnies
underneath your bed,
to call in dreams & say
what needs to be said.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Cross-piece

Wounds of
such depth & frequency
they function as
rungs,
to support smiles that last
forever.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Our mother is mad

Humanity hurts, maybe
that's why they're so ignorant;
from the jump, just after
the long drop from the womb, they are
struck w/ the set malady
of suffering
w/ no clue how;
madness takes hold at an early age,
yet the popular populous is determined
to deny the fact
while accusing those able
to embrace certain degrees of being
mad in the act;
spoon feeding kids corrupt ideals
of what life should be
as human, as consumer & as breeder
perpetuating sugar-coated
misery___
since no one taught them
how
to make humanity hurt any less,
as a constant
reality.

A warped foundation

A sought after
ideal
of what happiness
means, based
off of
material means,
won't solve
anything.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Tension w/out exact detail

Pressure from
so many angles
the causes are a blur,
landscapes of pain that could
never
be painted by number,
patterns w/ building translations
that tend to lend to not
wondering
so much since
the lot be generalities, assisted
by confusion so sharp
the impact is nearly
unnoticeable.

The perfect sacrifice

When something
you love
tears your life apart
due to love,
that's when you know
it's true love.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Never left be

Does not matter
how deep I dig the hole, even if
able to escape humanity___
the worms will then
begin to gnaw
at me.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Form fit

Being normal according
to other's expectations
is like finding a pair
of pants that
will
always
fit perfectly___
it's just not gonna happen.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Subject of humanity

Faith
in historians is
no more than blind,
since those that
walk the path
are not
so certain
in each
act.