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.

Sometimes all it needs
Is a little creativity —
To mask a lack of pretty
With an air of cool and wisdom —
But I've yet to find a substitute
For love.

A stroll under the winter moon,
To watch its shadows dance —
Through darkness,
Through the biting cold,
Visiting the calling past,
Just over death's horizon,
Knowing I can still go home.

Be it controlled or in anarchy,
Even for big topics
Like justice or equality,
There's no such thing
As an unforced agenda.

Soaked through and ever moving,
At the fringes of the storm —
The chosen home
Of we who don't belong.

Save your light
Past your prime —
Keep the torch
But pass the pinnacle.
Read the signs,
And move on.

Votes separate
Reality
From
The loud minority.

Double rainbows, faded, jagged,
Gracing the gray autumn sky.
Beauty overshadowed by dark thoughts —
Fuck. It's gonna rain again

Books of war by girls from suburbs,
Tales of love, laced with despair.
They don't live it, yet, they dream it,
In this world, beyond repair.

Grains of salt, grains of sand,
How many for an avalanche —
What does it take to break
The status quo?

Gardening for affirmation,
Weeding out the haters —
Social feeds arranged by color,
Cannot mask
The smell of shit.

Sanity recovery,
Untethered from
Ophthalmic, Otic, Intranasal
Information IV’s —
The less I consume the news,
The less it consumes me.
The more I see the world
For real,
The more real life feels.

Blindly chasing
Dreams with end dates due —
Expired before
The search is through.

A man with a message
In the land of the
Illiterate deaf —
I speak out…
Speak out…
Out…

Soundbite clickbait
Out of context,
Warped to either point of view —
Its one truth?
None of these
Modern-day atrocities
Are new.

Loyalty is never free.
A hand that strikes,
A hand that feeds —
Quid pro quo, reward or fear,
Do the work, or they will leave.

Like respect,
Honesty’s a privilege
Too often taken for granted.

Fleeting impressions —
Acquainted by the letter,
With not a word of meaning
Between.