lost

bh

Today-
I died.

My hopes
dreams

fantasies -

muted

to the duty
call
and rote.

The shell
of a person,
the adult
I knew
would
come.

My racing heart
stopped

My bated breath
resumed

My humanity
confirmed


Predictibility
eats away
at my narrow
frame
mission
gnaws at
my
heart

I loathe what I have become
My pout is fixed on my face.

At least allow the
philosphy
to filter through my
brain

Allow the innovative
streak
to be used.

The dancing aesthetic
revealed


Allow the teardrops to fall
the rain to dry up
the path to be
blazed -
on my own.

Grievances resolved
on cupped hands
and the beauty thought
to be- distilled.

A ferocious
sabre- slasher

agreeing with
no one

now climbs
the forest
ropes of reason?

acquiesance?

I smell the
scent of
seared flesh

a screaming soul's

last breath

rubbish!

bh

When life gives you steel spokes

speak as if you have or haven't

bespeaks poverty of conscience


Life is like an apple turnover

Somethings run up side down

and taste sweet-- the contrast

Is gratifying.