It's not that I
Have anything to hide,
Am too shy,
Or do not appreciate
The abundance of natural light —
Glass houses simply offer
Too little storage
To contain a life.

Iconized timelines,
Heroes, villains,
Saints, demons,
Martyrs, sinners —
But, mind you,
Dark or light,
From any shade,
Just the winners.
History as chosen by those
Who pick the victors.

I used to know what it's like
To live in pain,
But for a while, somehow, blissfully,
I forgot.
And now that it's returned,
More than wishing it would stop,
I mostly fear it works the same
With happiness.

Twisting truth to match the lie,
Fallen angels, demonized —
Even we, praised today,
Might tomorrow find ourselves
Forsaken.
Hashtag flavour of the day,
And then they came
For me.

Words of love
Ricochet —
Some dreams
Ain't meant to be,
Some hearts
Cannot be reached.

Paint me thoughts
And sing me hopes
For what you feel
A life should be.
Share with me
You world beholden —
I will listen,
I will hear you,
And never dictate sanity.

Fear of death,
Fear of debt.
Damnation here
Or ever after,
It’s trivial —
Enslave the populous,
Control through fear.

A change of scenery,
That's all —
We're still waiting,
Though the dream
Has left the station.

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.