In the end
There's nothing to it —
Cut the knot,
Spit out the bullet.
Mute the world
And face the music
That you love.

For good, for bad,
You let me go —
It's fine. Move on,
I'll play that part.
I'll be the regret.

Fashion
Makes
Poor.

Perception, perspective —
Perhaps it's the absent expected
Coloring our happiness.

Saying nothing
Changes nothing.
Change requires do —
Drop the silent act,
And raise the issue.

Look beyond the opulence
And see the plain
Mundane beneath.

Wild, this garden mine,
Shadowy and overgrown —
With angels in the treetops,
And demons in the undergrowth.

Oh, those days of tenderness,
Where she reciprocates my love
With mood swings
Of unprovoked hostility,
And I just go along.

Negativity unchained —
Feel it taint and permeate.

Doubts and insecurities
Cloud the obvious reality —
Interest is what it takes.

Join the brawl —
Egos and elbows.
This spotlight's
Too small for us all.

Lies for sake of brevity —
Same,
Me too,
And likewise.

They say
If you can dream it,
You can do it,
But I dream of falling, momma.
I fall deeper every night.

Mantra of the near insane —
Like warmth,
Like pain,
The cold is there
Only if you
Allow yourself
To feel.

Equal measures,
Work, sleep, leisure —
One in three, fast asleep.
Life sliced up,
Staccato rhythms.
Reset, and start again.

Another link to grow the chain —
Another truth, bent out of shape
To fit the tale so far.

Source unknown,
Shaped or grown —
Meet your maker.

Off the trail
Of mass distractions,
Find your shiver —
Shrug away
The proper.

Outlandish beliefs —
Take a stroll outside
Your comfort zone.

Open the floodgates
And hold on for dear life —
Beyond lie emotions
Suppressed and ignored.