Friday, February 27, 2015

Time drips on my vacant eyes like candle wax covering my fleeting humanity...
I ignore the loneliness and drudge on, cracking the thin plywood of my existence; hovering like a misplaced ghost, toasting with a raised, rusty cup to all my screaming inadequacies... I slip into the flawed, racing night with the precision of a surgeon, and as aimless as a lost sailor in a starless sky...  

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Inevitable Dawn


Exhausting, listening to Mozart on a rainy night...
TV has lost it's luster and it's hard to see without the light...
The fireplace flickers with a nonexistence of nothingness...
I request a do-over to no avail...
Where the hell am I?
Aimlessly walking the slushy, cold roads...
The hills compromise my aching legs, but I drudge on...
The mixed vocals of Requiem echo in my ears on this lost night...
I have the taste of loneliness on my dry tongue, forcing  me to exhale and see a burst of steam that dissipates into the night air like all my hopes and dreams...
I stand in the cold rain like a statue, lost in the passing world. Like the sweet songs in my cold ears, I fade into the night; wishing for a reprieve, and an extension of the darkness, as I run from of the inevitable dawn...
   

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Remember Me


What do you remember when you look at me?
Can you even say, objectively?
I'm sure it's not a symphony.
A tranquil sea, or being free.
I probably remind you more of anarchy... Of villainy...
My memories consists of acidity, with a touch of futility...
Perhaps scathing dishonesty.
I'll remember you mostly fondly.
Not saintly, blandly, nor blissfully...
And at the risk of me being a mere fallacy, all I ask is that you remember me...


















 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

He


He walked outside, looking around at the asphalt graveyard full of inanimate cars, and lit a smoke. Tuesday... Lunch time... His mind still reeling from the tedious work. He is surviving, but merely existing... His ghosts hang around his neck like a rusty anchor. He sits in his overpriced car, and thinks of nothing. The black, ominous inevitability is always looming in the back of his mind... Alone in a swarming crowd; aimlessly seeking refuge, and forgiveness for all his foolish sins... He's breathing. Isn't that enough? He is doing better they say. He's not making the same mistakes anymore... And in an instant, the clock reads 12:34. Back to the tedium of his work...  

My Tao Quote of the Day...


“Success is as dangerous as failure.
Hope is as hollow as fear.”
―    Lao Tzu

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Synopses


The smell of watermelon candy...
The warm, never ending sun on my face...
Foolish childhood endeavors...
Imagination as vast as space...
Those awkward, nervous moments...
Did she like me or not?
Kissing on the band bus;
hoping to not get caught...
Having no real plans...
Always living in the day...
Neat, packaged life...
No concept of disarray...
But then times cruel hand
started dismantling my youth...
It threw me on the floor,
and shoved my face in the truth...
It's odd now walking around these
lonely graves...
To see my name etched in granite;
when I wanted my ashes within the waves...

 

Thursday, February 05, 2015

The Blackness


The blackness chases me; relentless in its pursuit...
Like a falling wall of guilt, I could not repute...
Anxiety grips me at every turn...
I'm in an endless cave with a dark lantern...
It's like looking up from an empty grave...
Like being terrified, but acting brave...
I have thrown away all I had...
There's no returning fate; it's ironclad...
 

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Monster


The monster ruined everything
Broke me up and threw me in a pile
It made me a broken odometer; always stuck on ten miles...
It made me endure every moment of regret
It took away my breath; made me a fish in a net
Would you like to visit?
Maybe watch some TV?
I'm alone down here; its just the monster and me
Perhaps a little tea?
Maybe go on a killing spree?
What's it like to be really free?
Yeah, I know the monster's me
 

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