Carrying a patterned brain wave in dogmatic adoration
If only it were false premise, the source of my frustration
In average ways the seed was set in inherently hopeful soil
As my languid inhalations brought us near, and brought me toil
My livened aspirations set to lap my inhibitions
Where I hoped to someday soon defeat my will’s chronic attrition
The vibrations in the air exchanged was yarn I hoped to weave
A curtain to hold fast and strong, maintaining my reprieve
And I refused to wear false face, a game I’ll never play
So I had no ruse, but higher news was the nature of your sway
An anomaly you seemed, a light above some sickly sea
Yet zombie clocks where dead hands walk detracted this decree
Disillusionment, that fire, which caused my brain to boil
You proved a hypocrite in will, unto yourself, a foil
The movement ceased, and so did I, and it began to rain
With a systematic sweetness my derelict dreams were drained
Currently my favorite song. It is now your favorite song.
au contraire
for it is not I, but you
who draw inquisitive eyes
on this conversational façade
for I speak fables fast asleep with flaw
not a beam to lay
nor a faith to betray
this
here
is without foundation
in brevity will it sit
tentatively
in that meager space between
light and dark
form and void
it is only form
and it may only ever be
formless
for this moment is it’s only aspiration
and its only intention
it is only a thought
an idea
yet you find reason
to question its nature?
are you one
to save it from its fate?
will you permit this fleeting spark
a wick?
a candle?
to catch fire and alight?
I secretly hate everyone I know. Except you, you’re ok.
When I was young I signed up to take karate lessons
I found myself no going after only a handful of sessions
Instead I filled my time with running around outside and playing games
And I was called a quitter
In high school, I tried track which lasted only one season
Didn’t sign up for a…
