Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Dear World-Golem

    Say goodbye, 
To your prejudice,
We're attempting an antidote,
Entitled an unthrottled hope,
From the hatred grasp,
This has been...
Your hold

Dear G-d

If You...
If You haven't,
Noticed we're done,
Attempting to persuade,
Your uncomprehending children,
That love is equality and equality is love,
For their eyes are prejudicially blind,
Like the psalms in their hearts,
You've left them incoherent,
Hopeless to accomplish,
Love as acceptance,
At all

Dear Matrix

Please kill your budgie!
Drop the plot You've already lost!
We're become to woke to maneuver in collusion,
Unto your one spiteful unto everything direction mechanism,
Pathetic we may have been under Your achievements,
But we're too long framed brave in ignorance,
Individually sandcastling in Your ruse,
Complicity watching the world...
Your stratagem burn,
As if we're but...
Silent pawns!

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Intoxicated hope,

      Lingering on the oblivion expanse of... Finding.

In lieu of,
The discovery!

Thursday, October 4, 2018

You don't believe...
In all this peskiness,
The wantons of  love?

It's all too hopeless
A dramatics singularity,
Mostly remaining invisible,
Even for the mirror this is... me,
But arigato for believing!
That my life wasn't but the music,
Of an endless piano's teeth seething,
 As all hatred that's ever been!
I'm grateful for... You,
Every moment,
The dream,
That I'm capable,
Of your capability,
To be and live,
... Love! 

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

You don't believe...
In the peskiness of love?

It's all too dramatic,
For the likes of me
But arigato for dreaming...
Of a life where my music,
Isn't a piano's teeth seething,
All hatred that's ever been!
I'm grateful for...
This dream!

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Untitled... Again!

No one,
Can out write me,
But most will... 
Outlive me.

Thursday, September 27, 2018

She... (Untitled Sovereignty III)

Most capably,
Kept me waking,
Alive from the ground,
In which I desired to be buried,
For I am and have always been; Nothing!
On the contagion upon this earth,
She had everything; On me,
I'd give any everything,
To make her smile...
Even dance!

But I am but one of the breathing, 
Yet unburied wanton death; Dying,
For which there are uncounted tragic clues,
Wishing for the remotest hope,
However resolved to die,
In love... You kept me,
For so long,

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Untitled Sovereignty II

Some things, 
Herein written,
Are meaningless,
Yet projected,
Are but dust.

I'm sorry for everything I am,
From the history of self I was wrought of,
For the manifested unlovable destiny accomplished,
By existing as a ghost upon this earth,
Within a vapid shell,
Speaking of nothing,
As if it mattered.

Some ignorant things, 
Herein pacifist hope written,
Are unintentionally meaningless,
Yet loving are the attempts; Projected,
Are the accomplishments of dust.