The sea seethes
Rages against the earth
Beating itself against its ramparts
Wearing it down to sand
The storm watches
The earth burns
Slow molten rock
Destroy itself to build bridges
Dragonglass dreams
The storm builds
The flames dance
Racing through life
Extinguish to extinguish
Consuming life creates life
The storm endures
With each passing post I lose a little self
A little will to keep going
I build up walls
Which cannot stand
For they are built on the rubble of walls which came before
Never again
Never lose myself so thoroughly that it’s a fight to get back
But I can’t stop scrolling
Reposting
Hope and anger
With apathy winning
Anger can’t sustain
Hope dwindles
Here’s a cat
Here’s something cute
Bulwarks against the tide
Drowning in truth
Step away
Have to
Must
There is only so much pain
Even I can sustain
Before it’s too much
This is why the sleepers sleep
Not because they want to
Not because it’s better
Simply because while asleep
They can pretend they are not powerless
Not meat for the beast
This is how nihilist cults form
Because why not
Because nothing changes
Because for all the heights of greatness that humanity has the seeds of
They sit mired in the muck
Playing with mud
Pretending to be kings
Watch the dappling leaves
Bright green
Waxy
Reflecting light
Mirrors with depth
With life
Watch through windows
Set to filter out life
Filter out smells
Filter out the chaos
The order of passing
Cold inside while the world bakes
Trapped inside
Hamster on the wheel
Shuffle out
Get in my truck
Baking
Heat burns into bones
Quiet and rattle
These the only moments of silence
Instead of music
Let the panic rush past
Through
Once more into poison
Just a quick dip
Then through
Long enough to sleep
To feel safe
Behind locked doors
Which sit behind locked doors
Which sit behind locked doors
What can I say? I have almost no energy for anything like normal things. Ideas are sluggish and inspiration has relocated to another town. I feel as abandoned by poetry as poetry must feel abandoned by me.
I’m tired. Humanity seems caught in this endless cycle of thoughtless evil. And there doesn’t seem a way to stop that. Knowledge and knowing are different things. We seem to have embraced annihilation. Where the only thin hope comes from destruction. Which isn’t to say other ways weren’t tried. They were. And derision and deafness were how they were received.
If I’m tired, I can only imagine….
I get the rage. I support the movement. I wish I could be fired up. But we’ve been here before. And humanity continues to fail these basic tests.
Luxury of the unknown
Wake up
Not wondering
Some stranger, some ‘friend’, some coworker
False praise of unwanted innuendo
Condescension dressed up as aid
Hurt feelings for being my friend
Danger from those you like
You love
Normal
Broken world
Simulation left to bored sadists
Ponder the ways
To break again
A world so shattered
Will it even notice
Noise drowns out rhetoric in the next room
Headphones cranked up
Drowning out voices repeating
Lies as revelation
Reinforcing
Until the only truth is the lie
Closed doors and silent
Opinions asked anguish
Traps to pounce
They believe only facts which reinforce their hypocrisy
So no facts at all
Just profitable lies
Slung by earnest white faces
And fear cowering in a bunker
Plotting betrayal
Arguments
Hurt looks when told harsh truths
How their hatred effects the relationships with those around them
Dams burst
Thugs in blue uniforms
Armed to the teeth
Seething with hatred
Told they have authority
And no repercussions
Demonstrate in real time
Cameras raised
Shouting to be heard
Nothing new
But now seen
Again and again
That old experiment
The worst humans aggregate to the place they can exert the most brutality
The best intentions stay silent
And the truest few quit rather than be a part
Rather than be complicit
In this river of blood
We can no longer unsee
I am sputtering incoherent rage
Seething above a cold and ancient
Monster
Waiting to be freed from shackles
Forged in blood and promises
Cold heart breaks free from warm blood
Two trapped wolves
Salivating at the thought of meat
Long deprived
The long knives wait for willing hands
Wait until will breaks
Until at last the shield of empathy
Of hope and joy
Dies
Until only memories and copper strength
Vie for attention
So begins a war in the heart of one man
So begins a war in us all
When infection and rot eats the heart of a tree it must be cut down. When that tree is left to fester, it’s infection spreads until not one healthy tree is untainted. When this happens, do we let the trees poison and infect the land? Or do we burn it out?
Nature burns down forests to renew them.
Our nation has fostered rot at its heart for too long. Its time to burn it out.
The quiet panic of other people sits heavy in the background of a thumping heart
Floating anxiety feels tangible in the afternoon silence
Too cold waiting for the thaw
Waiting for arms to hold
Lost in a hell of without
A winter’s night
And no fire
