Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
watermelon toes
I don’t know how to say no
scalloped shrieks
floating where the wind blows
never mind holding the heaviest load
I’m so magical—I could make you explode
didn’t even give me a chance to say yes
before coming to rest on my sweet head
......
Nostrils wake my water child
salted taste of ocean breeze.
Primordial breath
bays a briny bawl
happy home is here.
Waters capped in white by wind
push against tide.
Waves perish in sand.
Memories paint the shore
......
The Paradox of Optimization—
Spotting gaps,
forging paths,
Relentless in refinement.
What fuels this fire?
A hunger that's never fed.
Perpetually dissecting—
Self, world, system.
"Must improve,"
......
A bitter youth boards a yellow bus
Impatient, petulant child, hardened by hurt
Each rule a challenge... accepted... defeated
Malicious moves, drawing blood first
School ends... lessons continue
Building character, life and family
Settled into (or for) what is (or was) in front of him
Same stuff different day (life is what you make it)
......
Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
A bitter youth boards a yellow bus
Impatient, petulant child, hardened by hurt
Each rule a challenge... accepted... defeated
Malicious moves, drawing blood first
School ends... lessons continue
Building character, life and family
Settled into (or for) what is (or was) in front of him
Same stuff different day (life is what you make it)
......
Nostrils wake my water child
salted taste of ocean breeze.
Primordial breath
bays a briny bawl
happy home is here.
Waters capped in white by wind
push against tide.
Waves perish in sand.
Memories paint the shore
......
If every mirror on every wall,
Could show the truth to one and all.
Looking past what we disguise,
Show us truths and end the lies.
Please don’t show us only good,
Reflect much deeper, if you would.
Show our sins and show us lie,
Show times we hurt the other guy.
......
I long for a different version of myself.
A me who hasn’t made a mistake,
A me who was a better friend, a better child.
I long for a me who is social,
A me without flaw,
A me without a bad experience
11/20/23