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"Greyed Matter"

If forever never fades,

    is it grey matter, or greyed matter.

Memories will grow stale,

And you will grow sadder.

"Backwards Brain Study"

I have what you want, and

You know that I do.

But being aware of you, I

Avoid empty hands.

"Words Like Trash"

Words like trash,

Putrid as they are razed,

Serve no purpose.

Words like trash,

Poured into landfills,

Lay base for life

Catalytic Pandemic

Visceral claims of happiness and drab social demands

Drag the few down, down, down,

With the rats, to the rats

Living in the surreal, far from anything remotely comfortable.

Carrying the plague is preferable.

Ring around the rosey

To keep ourselves occupied

Because when it all comes crashing down

Not even the rats can find a reason to forgive(forget).

Empathy, Ideally

Captivated by submission, her release,

Noiseless gaps for air signal her response,
A calm before the quiver.

Her knees almost set in stone,
That no elbow can counter.
But muscles tire, submit.

Convulsions and grimaces,
Because it is no easy task
Allowing oneself to be taken by force.
Thank you for making me worthless in your eyes,

Because that is the point of all of this,
Confidence.

A humble confidence and the knowledge
That you will always have ultimate control,
And it kills you.

Here is your reminder:
Listen carefully,
"You will never be any less than this."

I have brought her to her lowest,
And in exchange, her worship,
And gratitude.

Arguing With Shame

And like water against stone
It is your emotion that I am after
The depravity of bravery is where I find cowardice

It was fear that dragged the knife,
Between my ears. Not your hand.
"But you are brave!", I would whisper,
Into the same ears.

Naked and covered in blood
Like the truth should always be,
Nothing can hide behind
The filth.

As you are swallowed by the autumn leaves,
Self-hatred as your shield,
You will lose
Everything you will never have.

Blank

Joyful countenance shown as such a stone's

And crafted to be masked

Not so bland and lifeless

More so stoic and hidden

Even in blasphemy

One can repent to oneself, if not to another,

An outside if you will,

But nothing is ever forgotten

Class is such an ugly word

So selective, and cold,

Nevertheless, left at the bottom, I rot

Decay and age drives them all away

"Time heals all wounds",

Lies,

It has been decades

And I'm still bleeding

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Tossed out
Left begging on bended knee
Behind you your eyes are blind
Forget what you've known
Leave lives less worth the lien

Gone and done
Opposite ends of the spectrum
We continue life in a new manner
Not necessarily enjoyed
But nothing worse
It's you who fears us

"the vulture smiles"

In the desert bleak and bland
Creatures live without water
And an occasional oasis seems a treasure
To those who dwell in the sand

A trip I took once down an unmarked road
Ended and began in solitude
But the simplicity of barren land
Is intriguing enough to avoid conversation

The things to observe and notice come in abundance
Just like the trees of an orchard
Yet life alone so scarce and infrequent
But one occurrence remains almost untainted in my mind

Two winged creatures
One so bold and the other so homely
One so beautiful and the other so timid
One lifeless and the other a scavenger

So strange and out of place was the eagle
How could one not stop and watch
No matter how gruesome my eyes were attached
Feather, muscle, blood, strewn about

Vultures scavenge
But vultures eat those motionless
And still, my eyes remained attached
And even more puzzling

The vulture over the eagle
Almost as evil triumphs over good
Tearing and shredding
Hesitation a thing of imagination

As the stomach reaches full
This vulture turns to me
Its whole body turned in my direction
And stares

Almost ten minutes pass
As this creature gazes
I step forward and it remains
I scream and it remains

Nothing fazes victorious animals
Nothing so simple at least
Create a threatening situation
It fails

Its patience is all too relentless
And my heart is beating all too fast
Drops of sweat fall from the tips of my bangs
And fall to the dry, dead land

I’m ready to turn away now
But the vulture is not
So I stay, continually motionless
It stays, continually confident

Heat and dehydration
My eyes were playing tricks on me
The vulture, he smiles
He spreads his wings, and he flies away

The eagle is dead
The vulture has won
I am alone
And this desert is done

"the masterpiece"

Free stands the portrait in grey of
This life we live, this crash course in sobriety.
Ridden with failed practices and
Merciless attempts at acceptable results.

Suspended hangs the masterpiece of color,
Beautiful and bright, gleaming.
Supported by those so grey and
Failed.

This masterpiece, hanging alone,
Idolized by the bland artist majority,
Lives but not for luxury,
But for the happiness of the bland.

And I, one amongst the colorless,
One amongst the majority,
One amongst the bland,
Am fascinated by that masterpiece

Those bland seem to fade into
That more bland than lack of color
As this prodigal future brightens
Under the lights of prosperity.