Indignation
Is an act.

By now, experience
Must have shown
You can't rely
On expectations —
Not even
Disappointment.

Muted thoughts
Tuned to static —
Brimming
Like a hollow
Holds emptiness.

I have
Read your story —
It's not for me.

Then and there
Long since passed —
Who you are
Is here and now.
This time.
This world.
This life.
Discover.

What is worse —
My failure
To grasp her meaning,
Or her ignorance
That a man
Needs words?

Fearful where the rhythm leads,
Beats of life,
Pulsing veins —
Primal urges, whispering:
Heed us,
Your predators within.

Thinker, dreamer,
Plotter, schemer —
Perfection witnessed,
Now nor yesterday.
Patient, stagnant, stationary,
As another day
Slips away.

Encouragement frees,
Expectation strangles.

However much desired,
You cannot make it so
By words alone —
Seize your useless
Repetition.

Unfiltered speech
Trades reason for emotion —
Our poorest motivator.

Half-shaped musings,
Veiled in gray —
Fear, delusion,
Inner demons.
Expressible? Perhaps.
Still, likely
Better left unsaid.

Become who you are
Made to be —
Break that heart,
Seal that fate.
Justify
Our evil thoughts,
So we may be
Forgiven.

Hashtags
Are the new
Pitchforks.

Identity,
Enforced with hostility
Divides.

Not all
Facets of a truth
May be seen
From a single
Point of view.

Most minds,
Saturated
By trivial choices,
Choose comfort
Over conflict.

Emotion, all we sow,
Emotion, all we reap —
Desire never changed a thing.

Life's true quality
Lies in that
Of our
Values and metrics.

The one difference
Between variables
And absolutes
Is human arrogance.