I've choked down platters of self-loathing and vaguely defined sin,
I've swallowed the stinging comments that are still etched onto my skin,
I'll drain this glass of apathy, and when it fills I'll drink it again,
I tear into the raw flesh of my heart, will this dinner ever end?
Salmonella, salmonella, the doctors say raw meat will make you ill,
But I've been sick inside for the longest time, so I'll be sure to eat my fill,
I still taste the rust inside my mouth when my gaze lingers on a razor,
But final rest is the last course, an earned reward, so set aside that plate for later.
......
There are no immovable objects,
nor are there unstoppable forces,
but there are objects we can't move,
and forces we can't stop,
and questions we can't answer,
so purpose becomes the paradox.
My mind contains all of the world,
and my thoughts and feelings, too,
but to say the world contains us
is at least equally as true.
......
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
Showering messages day and night,
That was my excited self
Seen the messages as soon as they came in my sight.
Just realised you're just responding,
Am I forcing you to talk?
The thought is haunting.
Trying to fix the things again,
That was my fool self
......
True Purity
Keep your mind razor-clear,
No lies, no twisted frame.
Red is red, green is green —
No darkness in the flame.
Dogma’s chains will crush your soul,
Traditions blind and cold.
Reject the fools, resist control,
......
True Purity
Keep your mind razor-clear,
No lies, no twisted frame.
Red is red, green is green —
No darkness in the flame.
Dogma’s chains will crush your soul,
Traditions blind and cold.
Reject the fools, resist control,
......
Different Chances
“The chance to steal makes thieves arise,”
Francis Bacon, seventeenth’s wise.
The chance to shirk your mind —
Makes slaves, unkind:
To heed the beasts, consume their bait.
That slave’s a fool, sealed by his fate.
......
Showering messages day and night,
That was my excited self
Seen the messages as soon as they came in my sight.
Just realised you're just responding,
Am I forcing you to talk?
The thought is haunting.
Trying to fix the things again,
That was my fool self
......
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
I return from a meaningless war
After witnessing a senseless carnage.
Behind me, bows and arrows with a
Hollow quiver.
The war is over, but rages on beyond
My escaped limits, where iguanas hum
Messages across festered hills.
The war was senseless and so was I.
The cause was infantile, ruthlessly foolish.
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