Sweet Resignation

Oh, humanity

How you keep trying

How you keep poisoning

The earth; yourselves

Why were you chosen

You and all of your wretchedness

To populate, to dominate

This beautiful oasis

In a desert of galaxies?

Consumed

The fire consumes me

But I am only wax

Helpless to do anything but watch

As I feel my life force slip away

The fire consumes me

And I am the flame

Burning the wick, the wax

Burning it all, uncaring

Good Intentions

If actions springing from good intentions continue to have bad consequences but the doer is blind to this, can the intentions still be defined as 'good'?

Fear

Fear dominates the human race. It is our one true master.

Embrace Me, Night, And Do Not Let Go

Many believe there is no such thing

As resurrection

But I am revived each day

Resurrected from a peaceful slumber;

All I wished for

But each morning my dreams are shattered

As I rise cursing

To face the horrors of life once again

Stand Tall and Die

I see them all begging . . .

The poor suckers

Begging for work

Dressed up oh so nicely

For the job interview

Nervous, afraid . . . willing

Uncomfortable in clothes they never wear

I look at them and ask myself

Why do they do it?

Oh fuck, please tell me why . . .

Why beg to do something that wearies you

Physically, mentally

Even to do something you hate

Just to live?

Silent Companion

There is a man, clad in black

Who follows me around

Wherever I go

He is feared by many

But not by me—not usually

He used to follow me from a distance

Teasing me, staying just out of sight

But now, whenever I turn my head

I see him looking over my shoulder

Always there, a silent companion,

A guardian, I pray

My dear silent companion

Bold and unafraid

I cannot seem to shake him

No matter where I hide or turn

But I want him to stay;

Without him I’m afraid

An Unwelcome Guest

It can hit hard

And very suddenly

The air gets thick, oppressive

Suffocating you

Dominating you

Like an invisible hand

Around your throat

And the loneliness always comes back to visit

Like an unwelcome guest

With a key to your back door

An Edge Over Reality

In my dream

My every action led

To some terrible

Punishment

I could do nothing right

And I could not be

Saved

Truth

Most of us choose convenience over truth - the cowardly man chooses convenience; the brave man chooses truth.