The Masters

Those Men...
They've found a way to make rotten fruit look good,
They've found a way to make the dead come alive.
Those men that live in those tall black towers
Have found a way to mine the skies.

They drown little children in shallow pools
And hold maidens close by hooking
Their fingers into the crooks of their dimpled elbows.
Their breaths reek of forfeited beatitude.

They have given up their youth,
For the rest of their life.

Recluse

Once again I find myself standing at the window, watching the world pass by. The shoulders are defiant yet stooped and there is a tiredness about the eyes. The world will see coronations of kings. I will simply wait to be called, as a witness. It is not simple. In the process of weeding out the bad, entire lumps of the good are scattered in the winds.

Kiss Good Bye

Is it what you feel or what you know? Deep down inside at the bottom of your heart where you're busy churning love in various new forms is probably where it all begins. The mediocrity of people combined with yours makes one big average. It's more average than the individual spirit. And then the standards are formed. To which one must conform. The big average becomes the guideline for things good and small. There are moments when you can feel yourself floundering and lost. And the scariest part is that you relinquish that too. Because it's alright to flounder in everyone's combined average angst. You sacrifice your anger for a time and once it finally comes and pats you on your back you drown it and yourself in misunderstood rage and selfish grief.

There is hardly a point to life. Except to simply feel the fact that you exist. Every single day. Just that. And everything else is simply a bonus - good friends, a decent place to live, loves of lives and the occasional craving for blueberry cheesecake.

Her Own

There was never a moment without her. But there were always moments when she didn't remember. She had run out of sweet nothings to say to herself and eveyrthing was the same as before.

To want someone dead is perhaps the most horrible thought that can cross a person's mind. The sheer contemplation is disgusting. I cannot help but marvel at it today. All human beings were made to reproduce. To procreate. The right to want another's life extinguished may not and does not accrue. To be frustrated with life and want your own demise is suicidal and depressive thinking. It's not any better if it's regarding ending another's.

Sometimes she wondered if she should have killed him.