Confused crow hops forward

Burned out, Burned through
Adrift without pain
Without skewers of flame scoring skin
Each day harder to wake
Each day harder to accept
Living after a hurricane
After tumultuous chaos with one new pain rising
Until silence and calm
Wishing to build something storm proof
Something grand
Hard to do with splintered wood
Hard to stop waiting for the storm to pass
To get up
To work on a future
Easier to give up and sink slowly into normal
Than to take the next step forward
Whatever that may be

Broke palace ethics

This place is nonconducive to the joy of spaceflight
Joy in specific is absent
Also motivation beyond pay
Basically what we call rewarding work
Is a step beyond what we have
Instead settling for pay and the hope of vacation to places we can’t afford to love
Vacation spending always outshines daily and that means we get to live in a higher tax bracket where money doesn’t matter only joy
It’s no wonder we love those days away which come carefree because the bill sits on the horizon rather than paid in full
Living in the moment and without care
How could we not conflate place with joy when it’s really the luxury of not needing to worry which makes it all better
If we could live as we choose doing work we love
Work that challenges but also drives
If we felt seen and cared for
We might not feel so trapped
If life didn’t cost so much to sustain
We might live a life more enduring
Instead of scramble
Instead of the slow bleed

Failed state blues

Droplet by droplet time shifts
Each change imperceptible and irrevocable
Spending minutes enriching others as we sink deeper into debt
The economics of survival forcing stress
Shortening our lives and compressing pleasure to the razors edge
Intensity needful to carve one more day from the bloated carcass of dreams passed down
Made illusory by the promise of growth and altruism
Enlightened self interest
Hard to make it when you only need to bump that stock price to jump from the burning building
Safe with a bonus
Dodging the screams and too still silence of the shattered hope for a tomorrow better than yesterday
Priced out of prosperity
Peered at through glass doors
Locked
But with instructions written to the side
First, be born wealthy
Second, comform
Lock picks available for a steep fee
One hundredth of a hundredth percent making it out
Lauded by the machinations of wealth
Media owned by the system
Always with the pointed reminder
“It’s your own fault you aren’t prosperous, see this guy, he made it out, it’s easy, just work hard”
Grinding our self down against the blade
Spent to make another sharp
Living in the beginning of a failing state
Economic collapse disguised as the rise and fall of fortune
So hard to see when worried about the price of shelter
Several generations worse off than the one before
And still they cry we didn’t make this situation
This isn’t the result of decades of the dissolution of protections to keep the greedy from plundering the public good
No, you’re just too lazy
Not hungry enough to revolt is the reality
But we’re getting there

Sorrow is a language of love

The sky weeps for the passing of beauty
Ripped from this world by terror
Asleep in the belief of safety
Content
But waking in pain
In fear
Looking into the face of one’s god
Pleading for succor
But there are limits on us all
And so we weep
And the brothers who hunt the land eternal
Rage as sight is blurred and torn from us
Stand vigil in the windswept madness
Of a pain
Neverending

A moment quiet enough to kiss

Small sounds escape lips
Tongue dips and dashes
Dance behind closed eyes
That first devouring of you
Our uncertain touch
Becoming more real
As seconds pass without air
But with the mana of your flesh
A sacred union of love made physical
Joined in joy
In desire
In safety
In calm water truths
Not of perfection
But of seeking to know
In caress and sigh
In halted steps and hesitant words
The loudness of your breath against me
The fast beat of our hearts
And the surety
Of being seen
And found

Split screen reality

I see you in my minds eye
That knowing smile
The deep glimmer of pain and yearning
I see you
Knowing every inch of your heart
At least the surface
Longing to plunge deeper
To claim every millimeter
And in my exposure
Be claimed
As all that we are is laid bare
Hidden eyes waiting with a ready flinch
For the rejection of a misplaced word
Walls break the sound barrier as they clash into place
We stand
Opposite
Hands pressed deeply
Waiting for the wall to drop
Held up by the pressure of our longing
Whispered words shouted
I love you
Echoing out
The attempt to show
Not tell
All these hours away from you
All I have is my words
Hoping each tear shaped drop is enough
Hoping each action proves my constancy
Hoping in my bent back
Smiling lonely
Looking for the path that brings
Me to
Us

A coloring book is not connect the dots

It’s hard to think beyond the next step
The next sleep
The next day
I’ve somehow lost those moments of space
Those silent minutes which roared and shook so loudly
Only time to spare a small smile at the croak of bird
To fawn all over a cat
Or wave like a maniac to a dog in the window
All just gestures of echoed love
Reflecting back to you