No-one can leave
lonely and bleak
the outlook remains.
the only way to deal
with the isolation and pain),
though pained I am not
(there is no apparent pain).
I barely know of the affliction
though it troubles me still,
the hardships around me
they confine me and
they force me to face
a grim reality:
the reality of this illusion,
and oh god it’s so real!
Lonely and bleak,
the […]
There is no consoling silence
wherein I might find solace
only the raucous cacophony
of these rebel rousers’ unrest.
While I seek inward to a center,
pine for nurturing rest,
to feel sleep’s soft tendrils
descend over me
to caress,
to calm
and soothe my weariness.
Though not apprised of turning […]
Sublime progression–
time–
an inordinate obsession.
Strings of memories,
some sweet, some dark,
some vacant unremarkable,
created in its wake,
only to be relinquished
to the uncharted, undistinguished
backwaters
of a tormented, languished mind.
Vanquished time,
its unending approach
allows hopes
facilitates dreams,
allows the promise […]
More nervous than a stage
had ever seemed to have made me;
Just knowing that you will be there,
and I wonder where
the emotions will take me.
‘Cause I’ve been hurt once before.
Let down and subjugated,
and I am nervous now
to face the object that
caused this;
Come […]
Goose would think
that the room wasn’t so mad after all,
compared to a world
run by imbeciles and charlatans
Goose would think
that the box is a safer place to be:
At least in there he’s free
to do and say what he pleases.
Goose would think
about who is screwing Susie?
As we ravage the planet, there’s nowhere to turn.
As the world around us crumbles, what have we learned?
Not as much as one would hope, it’s obvious to me.
And the lessons we are learning are not being taken seriously.
The polar ice melts and the guilt comes our way,
for we’ve not done […]
More nervous than a stage
had ever seemed to make me;
Just knowing that you will be there,
then wondering where
the emotions will take me.
Because I’ve been hurt once before.
Let down and subjugated,
and I am nervous now
to face the object that had caused this
So just come […]
Among the wise I was young;
among the wisdom of sages speaking
their defeated dreams, standing to ruin
the day and the purpose of this stealth.
Wind never said what politics could have moaned;
embraced within a song, this craft of men
whose knowledge of time was impatient,
succumbing to the time thus known.
[…]
I don’t want this night to end!
I haven’t got a friend….
I don’t care about that now.
I look out and see just how
the beauty of the moon
dances across a sea–
The calamity of the bay
and the waves breaking in front of me.
I don’t want this day to […]
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