The artillery’s out for display
Passive and implied
To overpower what needs to be addressed
Even if it cannot be denied
The small pieces fall by the wayside
It’s a terrible time to realize
How little your
Headspace: Fondness
Never fully grasped
Frail, blind desire
Helpless gravitation
Starts a seedling, clasped
Bound under the wires
Nurture to fruition
And it’s the best flavor we’ll
When You Sleep on a Bed of Regrets
But I swore
At that moment
As all previous to it
Were similar
And easily foreseen
The future
Could as well be a clone
Of its past
But then
Tomorrow came
And threw everything away
Even the
The Things We Learned at the Post
Life, been designed
Lived like a death sentence
For most
Told to dream
But not fulfill it
They’ll be kicking your bed
The moment the REMs start kicking in
Free to roam within our cages
That we help build
walls
Trampling
The words that get you in trouble
Are the dirt you used to bury
What you truly
Wanted to say
In a race to get to the point
That disappears and disappoint
Because you tried and ran with
Nagging, As All Suspicions Go
Nagging, as all suspicions go
Fills up the room with haze
Scentless, voluminous smoke
Named her... and she
fill the blanks
With spilt
Milk, reminiscent
Of every misspent
2 cents
I misspoke
Went
The OP Position
One day
They’ll trace
The demise of this civilisation
The search of the pathogen
The cause of decay
It started with the deception
Tricycle Ride
It must be the wind blowing
against us as we successfully
escaped
Because I doubt we had the
same intent
But there was expressed joy
That eyes cannot fake
Or that thrill away from what’s closing in
Our youth in high
Scratches, Swirls, Prism
You can almost hear the abrupt change to silence
When the mood switches
Light to dark
Inverted eureka
It’s mostly my fault
Demands of the difficult
Against the maddened dissent
Of what’s pure and patient
That nobody should
Massive Landfall
Passed by a familiar reflection
A battened sybarite
Slowed down by years
Splurged in nights
Charged to a future
Not totally sold
