If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense Uninvited and unwelcome With more loss to come Before we understand The crippling effects Of double digits and time Old bones would be known Soon enough But not soon enough …
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can't let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In the spaces Between hello And regret Where They reside Waiting For you To decide If this is Heaven Or is it Hell
I know It’s painful to watch But necessary The destruction Of what you’ve become In the name Of justice Distorted Painted with The blood Of the group Think Your identity Lost To the throbbing Mass Of outrage And intolerance No longer accepting Of those Who are different From you You gave up So much In …
I don't recognize Any of this But it's not so bad Just different There's something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems
I consider the consequence If I decide to just stop Cease all movement In any direction Falsely shake hands With complacency Piece by piece, lay it out For all to see And then walk away Would it make things easier Everyone could pick up Their preferred parts And leave the garbage behind Precise and with …
She sat on her pedestal Indifferent to the throne I made for her So self absorbed My self absorbed Dogmatic and blind There is no Greater illusion Than my image of you Does the fault lie In the fantasy Or in the one Who believes In my naiveté I thought myself Immune To your poison …
“Holy shit! I didn't think it was loaded!” “Well, that big fucking hole in the wall says otherwise, doesn't it? God dammit, you know I hate patching drywall.” Her husband stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door to the garage behind him. Shit, she thinks to herself, months of planning that “accident” down …
