Intellectualism —
The curious phenomenon
That blinds those
Who should know better
Through ironclad conventions
And cultural skepticism.

I know
You are watching
When the moon
Is in the wrong location.

All and any intrinsic values
Indiscriminately infringed upon —
None of us entitled to special dispensation,
None of us elevated by moral law.

Detrimental good intentions,
Out of heaven, into hell —
Routes this regular commuter’s
Come to know far too well.

Captivated —
The death of an age
Was never
So entertaining.

Life withdrawal,
Hope needs light —
Struggling on
Unfamiliar ground.
After all,
We never started
At rock bottom.

Sanity, a broken puzzle,
Forcing us to
Fill in the blanks,
But at what cost?
I can't be bothered
With the hussle.

Thanks for your
Heartfelt critique,
But, no. Just no —
I may not fit the mold,
But you don't get to tell me
What poetry is.

Nothing's more relaxing
Than some well deserved
Profanity.

Fractured faith,
What's been seen
Cannot be unseen —
Battered with
The force of reason,
In the absence of belief
Cracks in our truth
Become the light.

Behind
The wall,
The dikes,
The morals,
Sheltered from
The world
Behind our fear —
The ozone’s whole,
The waters level,
While the climate
Keeps on changing.

Half a decade up in letters —
Some days fast and vanilla,
But usually they're
Deeper, thoughtful,
And, well, overall better.
Either way, thank you
For having words with me.

Dangerous, I must be
Going mad —
Against all odds,
I am content.

Driven by the lesser instincts,
Lizard locked away the monkey man —
I'll be chilling in the backseat
Until I am myself again.

Pulling loose strings of logic,
Knowing that they might unravel
Life — if not the very fabric
Of existence as we know it —
Still, not giving a single damn.

Silent majorities
Building the world,
Vocal minorities
Painting the sky —
Wake up and smell
The bullshit.

Fabled primetime games of chance
With fast diminishing returns.
Fool me once shame on me —
But then again, I’ll never learn.

Rest easy, tiny one.
I see you,
And I've got your back.
I've come
Carrying torches
To illuminate you —
You precious
Little known fact.

Dream of possibilities,
How to optimize
The cards you have,
Not implausibilities —
How to change
Your entire hand.

Bell songs chiming,
Serenading
The dead and dying —
What a fine day
Not to feel alive.