trial

I thrust the dagger deeply
To the seat of my soul
Across and sharply upward
As if she was it's home
Final breath and deeply
Now my inside is shown
intentions bore before you
my purity is known

Ness

Start stabbing
This gift horse has gotten grabby
Given up grazing the finer dinneries in life
I've gotten gabby
Slightly underhanded
Everything I say sounds sad

This Morning's Mourning

Refute the daughter monitor
The moniker of modern monetary monotheism
My,
Mine,
MORE!
Mandatory monthly moral mastery as medicine.
Mediocre as 'Macabre" in this morose modern era.
Dictated in dangerous mortuary dungeons
Educated by strenuous oratory younglings
Syndicated with blame in us or is that a dumb thing?

Truth and Lies

Open sourced and segregated
Bloated eyes
Swollen lips
Deaf and screaming
A new type of desperation breeding
The face of fanaticism
Frantic
Filthy little fingers
Pointing and grasping
Groping and jovial
Nothing stings like the truth
Nothing heals like a smile and a lie.

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The processor is broken
I've spoken a tale of snails
Compared to Tolkien
Offering no gold
"But I have these tokens?!"
Good for no food
Good for no shelter
Only at participating vendors
Written with pens tipped in felt
Turn up the blinds
Turn down the light
Mental unravellings:
No more than afternoon delights
Don't let the smoke in
Soon as it was spoken
Turns out I am no good to you
The processor is broken

Wordless Birds

I am made broken
And commanded to fix myself
Struggling with every step
Till we reach that sweet end
All the tools we are gifted
Are inherently wrong
Clip the wings of every bird
For the sin of it's song.

resolve

The fact of the matter is
My resolve dissolves when I am sober
Only when I cloud my eyes
and hinder my brain
Is the calamity of this existence
rendered to be sane
I was despised by myself
I was trained in broken ways

Zoom

Some scribbled and stolen lines
Like creases formed on baby skin
Disappearing in a swirl of coffee
And the broken hearts club
Forcing entry
Unwanted attention
All to attentive and selfish we
With all the awareness of details
So much is overlooked
At larger scales

Good Night

Hold strong in the haven of your fortress
While the walls of the mortuary crumble
Withstand the proverbial bullshit
In a barrage of garbage distracting
From the actions of the ones acting
Attention drawn away like venom
From a snake bite
Square in the chest
But I stare at the brightly colored
Fingernails
Cardiac arrest will set in
As you watch the stars burn out
From the window in your stoney grey paradise
Despite the blood flooding your eyes
The grass is fresh cut and glows in the moonlight
Over the curdling screams
You appreciate the symphony of sympathy
From miles away
I call for help now realizing
But you are mesmerized by the
Curve of the road ahead
I lay unconscious but I make a great pillow
For your unaware head to rest on
While humming 'Fur Elise" till you fall asleep

Salvation or Starvation

I don't know when I decided
To stop being so excited
Use my mind
Remove my eyelids
No choice but to be blinded
Give my future generation no chance
at blindsiding
Salvation or starvation
Bullets or bread
Better start desalination
For we are dry in the head

Nnocturn's Dance

Life seems like a living nightmare
Sight is slighted
Left unanswered
We idly dance
On shoulders,
feet,
and glass.
Staring careless
"Can we brake there?"

25 and waiting

An alcoholic aberration
Buys a broken bulldog, bitten
Count the calories for changing
Darkly drinking in the dither
Even empty epitaphs
Find faces full to flatter
Giving grievance gladly
Having heartburn happily
I interrupt indulgence
Just joking
Kindly killed for kindling
Like the laughter lingering
Maligned with maelstrom's mean
Nite is not the nicest
Oft obligatory
Persisting perspiration
Quiet quintessential queens
Rarely read the registration
Someone seeks the sudden scream
Tightly tucked, the torch yet teaming
Unabashedly
Vestigial violence is the verdict
With warnings waining in the west
Xeransis of the xiphoid
Yearns yearly and yells at youth of yesterday

A Sordid Affair

All in all,
I suppose it seems fitting
Dance around your words
Anything but "quitting"
It was a short and blissful trip
One from which I try to derive a meaning
An activity in what can only be futility

Shared

And we: the great and spacious buildings
Resist the wind together
The seas may crash
And they do
But persist and hold fast with one so near as you

The beating sun
These failing extremities
Weakness is a foreign concept
When necessity and contempt are present

Waning Shot

Unsure what falls here
This threadbare smile is waining
I cast the blame
And guilt that follows carried
What caused this dismissal?
Standing on end
Trying to discern
Unclear how this plays out
In dark reflections
This blue seems red
No way to turn the tide now
Regardless of intention
I worry that these
Are more than they pretend.

The Moors

Some great sweeping relief
Standing in unattended waters
It is the blind that feel their way in this
When we rely on our senses
We are sitting out
Elated to the point of numbness
Awake with fear and terror
Wonderful and unsettling we embrace
A full and broken step
In time I fall behind
There is no place for hope in here
There is no peace of mind.

Set

Turn another page in this endless tale
Another gust of wind for the sail
Crewed by the captainless masses
Heartless fools,
Watching as it crashes.

Error on Trial

I feel like there are steps to this,
Rules you aught to follow,
The things that behoove you.
Somewhere in the file cabinet of unspoken laws.
The repulsion is undebatable,
But the threshold is left for you to find.
I am going through my slowly programmed motions.
Can anyone truly choose their life?
Evidence remains that we are but passengers to the inevitable end.