Blind spots —
Reason lives
Pre-caution
And post-fix.

Manage your beliefs —
Identify the bullshit,
And cut the feed.

Love raises,
Drama shapes —
Without either
Life is incomplete.

Love
Should not
Be sacrifice.

The heart,
It's but an organ —
Reserve contemplation for
Matters of the soul.

Try not to
Love or hurt me
Too much —
I'll disappear.

Speak of what you must
Yet have not —
I might let you.

Unplug
To charge.

Let’s leave
This house confusion built
And get more lost.

Life, uninterrupted —
Knowledge gained,
Wisdom unpracticed.

Another day,
Another hurt.
Another fear,
Another shackle.

When silence
Serves but shame
Breach the stigma.

We are not dying yet,
But the day's still young.

Old winds, weak and stale,
Might still turn a leaf.

Flavorless, colorless
We wage war
Over texture.

We cannot pause life,
Just our participation.
We can't control the world —
Only our expectations.

In life, unlike in travel,
Remember —
No two journeys are alike,
Yet all share
A destination.

Go ahead —
Act the part,
Flash that smile.
When I close my eyes
Or look away,
All that remains
Is the hollow,
Flat approximation
Of a laugh.

Words with a pulse —
Emotion distilled to
An open connection.

Regardless your beliefs,
Tradition does not justify
Bringing harm
To anything
Or anyone.