Ominous Forest

I want….

I thought I wanted
What I wanted
Now I want
What I will want

I don’t want it anymore.

I wanted everything
But everything is nothing
I want no things
I want those things

I don’t want them anymore.

I know I want it
I know I want them
I used to want it
I used to want them

I want every thing
I want nothing
I want everything
I want no thing

I do not want anything anymore.
But now I want them.

Only some of them.

God Of Your Mind

Where Is Your Conscience?

You didn’t apologize because
you didn’t think you needed to
But then, you never do
You just never do

When she wept at your feet
In agony and despair
You didn’t quit
You just didn’t care

You told her that you love her
But what is love if it
Destroys the Object of your Altar…….
Burn your altars!
Kill your idols!…….

Where is your conscience?
Where is your soul?
Is it concealed beneath the veneer that
You struggle to uphold?

You’ll have to live with you
for the rest of your life,
and the guilt and the torture
Will eat you alive

I mean you no harm
I have enough of my own
But you need to learn
The depth of what you’ve done

With no sacrifice to present
To the Gods of your mind
You are Nothing and maybe
You’ll see that – with time

Vicarious Pity

Isn’t it beautiful
how tragic we
are?

Our lives are lived, thankful
we are not
That Guy

We gaze from our seats at
the distress of others,
At once piteous of others’
experiences but
Pleased we are not
That Guy

We live through the Other,
glad that he is he and We are We
in moments of cataclysm, but
resentful of his position in
His moments of elation

We are not ourselves
We are someone else
We are someone else’s island,
Perched on another’s shore

We are so sublime
We are so tragic

Tune In, Drop Out

I’m Not Too Cold

Money in, money out
That’s how life works
Or so we’re told
That’s how it should

Money out, money out
That’s how it works
That’s what we’re sold
Unless I could

Branch out, sprint out
Find valid work
Now, if I’m bold
And if I would

Come out, come out
To play and work
And break the mold
Maybe? I should…….

Tune in, drop out
I hope it works
I’m not too cold
I’m not too cold

Tune
In
Drop
Out
I’m not
Too
Cold.