You are wrong —
It can be the answer
If the question is:
What begets violence?

Reality on pause,
Trapped in
Stagnant expectation —
Lost, awaiting a
Fictitious tomorrow,
Long since
Torn apart.

Leave if you must,
But know —
Although not all change
Comes on cold wings,
It cannot hurt
To dress for the worst.
Stay warm.

Morality
Neuters
Pleasure.

A mere word-wizard.
My one talent?
Pulling colorful grains up
From depths of my
Gray oceans
Into the realm of probability.
A dreamer,
A one-trick pony —
All I do
Is create.
I'm nothing special.

Abandon all hope —
Praise Saint Terror,
Patron of the lost.

Honey,
I said
Take me —
Not
Drain me.

In a world of absolutes,
Live the discrepancy.

Obsessed with our shortcomings,
Blind to our magnificence.

Pattern seeking minds,
Stretching truth
To fit the known —
Comprehension denied.

What stays behind
Will still be gone —
Embrace the storm,
Let it guide you.

There is
No deeper truth
Than forbidden words —
Even banned,
Their meaning
Cannot be erased.

Twirling heads,
Shuffling feet —
Willing and enthusiastic.
Slaves to a current,
The captivating
Dance electric

You raised a question
I thought I'd
Never ask —
Why do I
Even bother.

Like a willow —
Cut bare
I will only
Grow stronger.

Breathe in and drown.
Breathe not and suffocate.
Breathe out and surface.

Emotion and pain
Are indicators —
Not levers.

Do not despair —
There are still
Whole chapters
Unread.

Full disclosure,
Love it
Or hate it —
Be honest.
I'm a big boy,
I can take it.