Doma en prescience

In death I will be free
of you

the ambiguous you
of dreams

nightmarish in essence
coma lingua en prescience

in life i disposed of bodies
pushed them all away

the bodies of the innocent
who knew no better
than to put their faith in me

blood is not blood
sad is not sad
and there are no more tears
if ever there were

the walls they covered
with their own shit
and ceased to eat
to send a message
to a queen,
the ambiguous you,
to never dream.

The Drowning Man by The Cure from the album Faith

She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water

The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards

One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her ...

Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease

I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave

Everything was true
It couldn't be a story

I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man

Oh Fuschia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man

Slowly going

Let God die
and don't be afraid to capitalize
on lost souls.

Let hope fade
and try not to kill
on your way out the door.

Tell everyone how you feel
then live alone
misunderstood
forever.

Pray for insanity
or anything to explain this
to warrant an existence
so futile.

I love rainbows, gnomes, smiles, happy faces, and people, people, people.

Change, the moderate, and extremism

He grew up knowing nothing but hurt.
Everyone he had ever trusted used him.
Abused him.

Today he trusts no one.
They are all out to get him.
The past predicts his future.
Controls his present.

It’s a typical condition.
He is many.
He is the extremist.
On either end of the spectrum.
Righteous in his belief in what is right.
What is wrong

He believes that change for the better is no longer a possibility.
Good does not exist.
Hope is a waste of time.
No friend to his lingua franca.

And when they speak of change, with their candy eyes.
He laughs.
When they suggest giving hope a chance.
He laughs.
When they suggest an open mind.
He claims he has one.
And they cry.

He mocks the other side.
But an extremist is an extremist.
Right or left – neither listens.
Because negativity is a magnet.
Breeds negativity.
Creates circles of friends who flourish.
On mob mentality.
He is right, because his friends are right.

He cannot.
He will not.
See.
What he believes does not exist.
A moderate perspective.
Where change and possibility thrive.

It’s a shame that it is within our human nature to choose sides. For when we choose, we are in effect saying that the other side has nothing to offer, will have nothing to offer. Democracy is no place for the moderate among us. Maybe in the next evolution.