Enraptured by the dance,
Bedeviled by the seed —
We, passengers of lust,
The devil comes to feed.

We melt
For puppy eyes,
But never ask
Why seagulls cry.

Not destiny,
Not fate —
Luck is where
The pattern breaks.

Though we never
Stilled our hearts
Or lived the dream,
We were sincere —
Though longingly,
At least
We came for love.

Tearing attraction.
Kindred souls,
Divergent destinations —
Clinging to
The passing now.

A world asleep
Under the fingernail moon —
Where darkness lies,
We slumber.

May you never know
When it is the last time,
Where it comes to
Things you love,
Until it's over.

Disappointment lies
Inches from excellence —
Often
It's all we'll see.

Rejoice, resounding —
Celebrate life consciously
In formidabele fashion,
So long as time
Is ours to live.

To plant a seed
And watch it grow —
Baby mine,
There's nothing like it
In the world.

Worship in numbers,
Be one of the many —
True voices reduced
To a heart or a thumb.

Coexist? Co-decide.
Anger to fury,
Protest to riot —
The moment rage
Boils over,
Resolution dies.

Grant me yours,
I'll gift you mine —
All we've got of worth
Is time.

I'm not saying
It's over,
But lights out —
Tomorrow's
A brand new hell.

It's nothing new,
This cultural desecration —
The meek, feasting on the
Pillaged, bloated corpses of giants,
The inevitable, bi-generational
Paradigm shift.
Keep calm,
Stay ignorant, and carry on.
It's only progress.

The destiny assembly line,
A factory of birth —
The hands that locked the cradle
Still rule the world.

Bulshit upon bulshit reasons,
Mysticism shrouding nature —
Love is who you pick
To seek happiness with.

Fear —
The residue
Of pain.

May you have
Shaped your gods
With mercy.

Rows and rows
Of silver tongued,
Hydrated with liquid gold —
Silenced stand the liars,
Unwilling monuments
To shattered truth.