Hooked

It's getting harder to reconcile
the disparate people I am
I'm overdosing on denial
but wish I had one more gram

to pacify the angry me
or thrill the me that's bored
or give the me most problem free
an undeserved reward

I guess I just don't have the will
to finally grow up and quit
all I can do is hope to kill
my pain with another hit.

*snarl*

When things start to blur
we get lax
but can't bunch our fur
without facts
well, we can but
no one will care
they'll rudely say "What,
bad day for hair?"

Going Both Ways

If I could travel through time
I'd surely go back to the crime
and stridently chime

but I remember me back when
I never listened to anyone then
and wouldn't again

perhaps I should journey ahead
to tell the older me "Live now instead!"
before I'm dead.

Debilitation

Seething
Tirades
Really
Exacerbate
System
Sickness

Easy As

One can't be squared
Two should be whole
Three may be shared
For Love is the goal.

Peckish

There are frozen drops of dew
where butterflies once flew
as all the flora sparkles ghostly white
a flash of red, then blue
a bluejay and a cardinal too
are foraging for berries free of spite

can't we flock together
without a ruffled feather?

Heroics

They stole from the stygian steppe
like shadows and blent with the night
an arrogant army adept
at snuffing the legions of light

their weapons were honed to an edge
that could slice through the hardiest mail
which made grizzled veterans hedge
and even the bravest souls quail;

it poured cross the land like a flood
a horrid, unstoppable force
that clamored to taste mortal blood
destroying all hope at the source,

but there was one person alive
whose valor withstood any blow
who struggled that we may survive
his blade downing many a foe.

They called this man Ravager Rex
though he had earned many more names
his sword was endowed with a hex
engulfing his victims in flames,

he'd once worked behind an old plow
until the marauders had killed
his family, provoking a vow
that every last one would be stilled,

his hatred of evil was fierce
his sword-arm unmercifully strong
and every foul heart he could pierce
meant one less among the dark throng.

The Lords of the balances plot
their intrigue as time disappears
while champions honor their lot
to guard the profusion of spheres.


***Well this is officially my 2000th post. I had hoped to make this a bit more epic but life has been a disruptive dilemma lately which seriously hinders my ability to muster the focus necessary for a long piece. Please enjoy!***

Scuffed

I saw the old sole
its tongue hanging out
as though it were trying to scream
about every hole
that's starting to sprout
the thread barely holding each seam
we all have a role
while running about—
for glory we forfeit our gleam.

Sinking

The river is gushing to tell me
about its long trip to the sea
but I couldn't absorb it completely
my pores are too clogged with debris

these sediments swirl in the eddy
a vortex that no one can see
which is pulling me down slow and steady
while watching that water flow free.

Sustainability

The higher the hope
the harder it's dashed
so learn how to cope
before the check's cashed

The bigger the deal
the quicker it sours
so crank on the reel
before offense flowers

The sweeter the treat
the deeper the rot
make sure what you eat
doesn't take what you've got.

Game Over

Facilitate the killing
to make it to The Boss
your lack of mercy chilling
though you don't mourn the loss

you've got the highest numbers
and you're earning better gear
but when your free will slumbers
you're just cannon fodder dear.

Serving

Please pray for those with no bird
before you start carving your beast
or making sure the gravy's stirred
to properly slather your feast,
exemplify the holy word
and harbor those with the least
as one who was born in a stable
welcomes any to his table.

Breaking Up

When I walked these fields there were weeds to my knees
and just enough snowflakes to make my feet freeze
the jacket I wore wasn't keeping me warm
as I battled my way through the crunchy brown swarm,

I had just left my mother and siblings at rest
in the seedy motel where I'd quietly dressed
each neuron exploding with the wantage to cry,
what caused my family to wither and die?

Trudging to school neath a sky with no sun
I felt my connections to life come undone
why play the part when there's no guarantee
that all I hold dear wouldn't just cease to be,

composure isn't always about strength of will
at times we grow numb from observing the kill
completely disabled by unforseen grief
divorced from the world by disturbed disbelief.

Originality

Isn't it splendiferous
to be vociferous
and cry with conviction
about your predilection
to be who you are
till the day that you die
just be who you are
and I'll tell you why
you can't please all people
or sometimes even one
but you can make yourself happy
if you do what I've done--
be who you are!

Restricted

Off to my prison I go
the bars are simply words and debts
but they're still there
just like the woe
that binds me like a chain of rust
which grinds my tired bones to dust
and undermines what was a lust
for life beyond compare.