The biggest lie
Ever told
Is not the liar's,
But our own —
We willing fools,
Indulging in
A choice, presumed.

It's hard
To see beyond the grind,
But don't mistake routine
For purpose.

Emergency
Cried the boy,
Although it was
Just a wolf.

The thing about creative efforts?
Not everyone will get it.
Accept that fact, and carry on
Whenever some ass or other
Loudly proclaims their ignorance,
Trying to pin that on you.

The digital age —
Our story may outlive
Its last living memory,
Make it a good one, eh?

Why
Anesthetize,
Deemphasize,
Repudiate,
Ignore?
Substitute
Reality unbending
With dreams that ache
For more.

Does it get
More pathetic?
I'm jealous of the life
You think I have.

Post-dusk
Not all answers
To a cry
Are cordial.

Point to heat, point to rain,
Says one, so say they all.
Placate? No, mate —
Fear of change has
Wolves and sheep alike
Howling at the sun.

All for one,
And thus we fall
Like lemmings —
Positively lackadaisical.

Good times, bad times —
It's all time, all mine
To waste or lose
Whichever way I choose.

I knew it was too great to last.
Disappointed expectations —
Welcome to the failure
Of success.

Sometimes all it needs
Is a little creativity —
To mask a lack of pretty
With an air of cool and wisdom —
But I've yet to find a substitute
For love.

A stroll under the winter moon,
To watch its shadows dance —
Through darkness,
Through the biting cold,
Visiting the calling past,
Just over death's horizon,
Knowing I can still go home.

Be it controlled or in anarchy,
Even for big topics
Like justice or equality,
There's no such thing
As an unforced agenda.

Soaked through and ever moving,
At the fringes of the storm —
The chosen home
Of we who don't belong.

Save your light
Past your prime —
Keep the torch
But pass the pinnacle.
Read the signs,
And move on.

Votes separate
Reality
From
The loud minority.

Double rainbows, faded, jagged,
Gracing the gray autumn sky.
Beauty overshadowed by dark thoughts —
Fuck. It's gonna rain again

Books of war by girls from suburbs,
Tales of love, laced with despair.
They don't live it, yet, they dream it,
In this world, beyond repair.