Wrapped up

Intertwined
Spinning in and out
these blinding realizations that it is
maybe
Poor timing
Trapped in a language that
barely is surviving the sighing
Words have lost all meaning
More is meant by dry heaving
I only accomplish a goal when I stop tying
Look around and you too will see the truth
Up in smoke, the words are dying
Sort through the ashes and find some remnant
Not even worth buying
So much joy is lost in stories told while lying
Euphoria is a word
A hope with no chance
A vestigial word with no meaning
No understanding
Destroyed by the constant declining
Lines of anti-conformist  mind-raped
children flying
Flocks to the unified combining
Black and white with forging power of lightning
When in different lighting all unexciting
Just across the room staring bright
inviting
The change we seek
but out of reach
give up and cease
existence no longer fighting

alone

Showing nothing
Known below
reaping what we sow
Nothing to show until
we brake the mold
no way we get to go alone.

heart

feeling still within me
fills and peeling back
the will is real
forefront burning in
instep and heartless
hear the depth within this pile

Harden My Heart

I took such time to build up these defenses.
Such care and precision.
It was no small feat to undo my work.
My dedication.
My discipline.
Slowly broken over time.
Whittled down by insurmountable forces.
It took wind.
It took fire.
It took apathy.

Spineless

I wonder if they make a petri dish large enough
To regrow my spine in.
I could supply the raw material.
Just a little short on starch.
You would think it such a simple thing.
Really,
How hard is it to fabricate conviction?

Tomorrow

I hope that it can all be undone.
A cloud of smoke.
A silent scream.
A wisp of sage and regret.
Then nothing.
A sneaking blackness from whence we all came.

The fingerprint of humanity will be as it was so long ago.
In spite of the years of scrutiny from it's hands.