"so, you're worried about the human condition?"
asks the question smirking silent, answer waiting,
exposing falsehoods and mistakes by the pound
while painting a tired soul broken reflections of itself.

i've heard of pious men
i've heard of dirty fiends
but you don't often hear
of us ones in between.

- sunset rubdown

there is a murderer amongst us
commanding, controlling the action;
a murderer amongst us
pointing fingers at each of our souls.

crawling outwards from the night
to find friends and life've gone on,
almost leaving me behind
but not quite.

wake up, motherfucker.

gently drifting down
ash sends us out
cutting lines through the gloom
hands held,
shining wings of fire
as a rising phoenix scatters flame from within
burning beautiful.

- the world's on fire (and i don't care)

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lines of people walking
scraping all over the town
marching upwards to the hill
then just falling right back down
to their aimless zombie wander
where there's comfort in the sound
of one million voices screaming
yelling silently but loud

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A soft peach glow raised it arms upwards from the horizon. I watched as it embraced the clouds, as it casually caressed the gentle contours of massive cotton-ball nothings. I watched and I wondered; I watched and was amazed. The gentle embers of the day opened its arms, hugged the night. Colours shifted, grew darker. Shadows that had been slowly ( Read more... )