I stare at it…
I have lust for it
I can’t quite catch it
I do want it all
I cannot create it
I do fear it sometimes
I wrap my head around it
I want it to last
I guess i can take it, i’m never sure about it
I know almost nothing of it
I just can’t live without it
I feel awkard when near it
I can’t stop it
I can only imagine the sucess
I must work it
I must fulfill it
I must try it
I must learn it
I must endure it
I cannot desecrate it
I must follow the cycle
I fear.

Written on April 18, 2020.

I walked the streets of heat and greed long ago

A hand full of years feels like home

One that was taken from me, ironically it wasn’t mine to begin with

The icy cold breaks the moral

The icy cold slows it down

Monsters of ignorance and paper

They can’t fear the cold night, oblivious. Continue reading “The Icy Cold” →

They walk and run, recess it’s over.
Their mind is an abstract husk.
Their babble is only rival with their ego.
That’s the name of the game: Ego. Continue reading ““The kids”” →

There are many wars around here
They are fought not by bullets but something worse.
The mediocre people are the worst to stand.
Regardless of the sides, everyone will lose at the end. Continue reading ““Intermittent Stupidity”” →

Talking heads babble about the past.
They feast on disguised sorrow.
Meaningless yet they share.
Only they know their glory, the rest just smile and listen. Continue reading ““Distortion”” →

I hate the hate, i love the remorse
I hate the smell, i love the comfort
I hate the closeness, i love the company
I hate the noise, i love the presence