No matter what you do, no matter how good you are at something or how hard you work at it, you will always be at the mercy of just a handful of people.

revisit

if you are afraid to think these things
and talk about them
then I don't want to listen to what you have to say

my soul was clipped a long time ago
and since then I've felt nothing

my heart fled to my feet
turned dark and poured out onto the asphault
seeped down through the cracks
and into the earth

hoping that it would be renewed
I continued to lie to myself
perpetual reanimation is a far cry
from the reality of it

META

wasted thoughts
on trivial matters
means nothing to me
I’ve already died a long time ago
place into a machine
to turn the gears
and fall into my place
throw a wrench in it

so many moments to yourself
where you've had an epiphany
in introspect your retrospective self
is so old now

past your time
piecing a parachute ball back together again
so many scattered parts
spread so far apart

in a field, a hill with a pond
what's this trip again
wandering brain
moving onto a blue sky
with a green hill
and a slowly moving cloud
shaped like a diamond

wind blowing seeds around like helicopters
chasing them down
sticking them on your nose

dug your hand into the dirt
pulling up the soil
the stains on your fingernails
prove that you're not afraid

after the fact
zoning in on the effect
drifting into the cosmos
the blanket sky
where holes poke through
to see the light beyond yourself

deeper and unresolved
the finite seems long gone
with a naked eye
and a naked brain

everything in fours
separated by space
beneath your consciousness
sleeps a greater hope

solstice and changes
are second to none
letting yourself out like a dog
floating along beyond a distant memory
constantly arriving at the same point
colored with excitement

celluloid visage cornered by population
forcing something out of you you can't possibly accept
that everyone is connected somehow
in some way
seems so far fetched

granular integrated
chemical separation
indeed it is the work of something greater than yourself
by chance

so profound and enlightening
fluorescent god
fraudulent host
a fight for a ghost
that never ends