Whenever there is
An obvious answer,
There are probably
Better ones.

Consciously we drink
World blood
From the poisoned well —
Too thirsty
Not to risk
The sickness.

Shhh…
Don't tell —
Show me
What you feel
So I may learn
Where best
To touch.

Beyond this point
Advance with
Caution and restraint.
You are leaving
The predefined paths
To safety.
Watch your step,
Ahead chaos reigns.

Old habits
Never die —
They but step back
To watch
The new ones fail.

Yes, I sinned —
We both did,
And had a great time
Doing it.
So, tell me, love,
For I cannot comprehend
Your reasoning.
Why the guilt trip?

Silence woke her from her reverie,
Faster than any city sound could —
Aware the harsh reality she fled
Knew only calm before
All hell broke loose.

Sob stories,
Narrated with a smile.
Do not let life
Bring you down —
Even if it kills you.

Self-worth,
Once slightly bruised
May feel worthless
Like cracked China —
Functional, yet never
Quite the same.

Thoughts expressed
Are rarely
Naked.

Could there be
A more useless emotion
Than shame?

Karma may not be fiction,
But life taught me
That it cannot function
Unassisted.

Get used to it, kid.
Adulthood is
A never-ending
Pop quiz.

There is no I
In ego,
Only in egoism.

Seek no blame
In my stupid actions —
First analyze your own
Volatile reactions.

If I ever turn senile
And start speaking my mind,
You might be
In for a surprise.

A mantra made
For cloudy days —
Darker shades
Bring depth.

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.