Elation,
The precipice
Conquered —
Now comes the drop.

Should have,
Could have,
Might have beens —
Burning bridges,
Uniting
Former friends and enemies.

Truth seeker,
Lore keeper,
Crafter of lies —
Spinning tales,
Muting bluster,
Opening eyes.

There's we who do,
And the tyranny
Of those who can't —
Who make the rules.

Not the world,
Just your actions.
If not your thoughts,
At least your words.
If it's yours,
By all means —
Control it.
If not,
Shut your trap,
And move along.

Cumulate, amalgamate
Rejected wants into hate —
Burn the world,
One petty desire at a time.

Outside walls,
Plastered, painted,
Mirroring the outside world —
Sheltered, confined,
Stowed away.
In absence,
Through the cracks
We watch the last
Of our humanity
Fall apart.

Elbowing to the top.
First to bleed,
Last to laugh —
Consumed by greed
The joke’s on us.
By design
It cannot ever
Be enough.

Seven deadly states of mind
Spiderwebbing through
Our mental self —
Like a cancer infecting
Every fragile thought it finds.

Long forgotten what's been lost,
Money, the great equalizer —
Greed and entitlement
Dulling all costs.

Broken threads,
Disconnected,
Misplaced in the loom —
This may be
Where we landed,
It is not where we belong.

Pixelized, fill in the blanks —
Dots, designed to be connected,
Guiding thoughts, guiding hands.

Death, a welcome friend —
It is eternity that frightens me.

Gray hair, pale eyes,
Like paintings on a wall.
Struggles?
Not their problem —
Easily entertained
And happily ignored.

All are one,
All are blood —
Given time,
All of life
Drains into
The thirsty ground.

Votes are for the living —
The dead but speak
Through memories.

Bloodied knives in open backs.
Allies under common threat
Fatally mistook for friends —
Alliances returned to rivalry,
Before the smoke has cleared
Upon their sunset.

Drowning at the end
Of a dry spell —
Blessed with rain
I have forgotten
How to swim.

You don't own me,
But get to act like you do.
Possession’s nine-tenth of the law.
You believe in your rights,
And I'll act along —
Working like a man possessed
To survive.

Blinded we swing
Time's scythe and truth's hammer
Through trust and other fragile things —
Desperately holding on
To all the ends we've severed.