Take off the glasses

Bombard me with images
Promise to make me complete
Shape my eyes
Contour my cheeks
Highlight my lips
Make me over
Make me complete

Paper over my scars
Discard my pain
Replace my thoughts
Invade my brain

It’s all too easy to erase
Wake up thirty years later
Dying by minutes
Past the sell by date

No road forward but out
Take up the razor
As in youth
Faint lines promise relief

Trapped by this stagnant culture
Burn it down
Burn it down
We all fall

Sweet honey made bitter

Crawl into my lap
I’ll hold you close
As safe as I can make you
Hear my heart beating

Lay next to me
Pull you close
Mine forever
I’ll not let you go

Promises made
Promises kept
Until you walked away

Memories fail to fade

Draught of breath
Encroaching dark
Pulling us down
Deep beneath the waves
Lungs fill with fire
Last struggle
Before peace
And blank eyes
Staring
Haunt forever

Missing verse

The past stretches behind
A shackle to what was
Letting go of what was lost
The allure of what we were
Locked behind doors
Waiting patiently to be free
…..
Subsides
Into dreams of paths not taken
Choices that can’t be unmade
And the thin slivers of light
That make it past the fog

Treed

Small waves
….
Drift in
….
Drift out
….
Eroding

Is it washing away
Or depositing

Am I the waves
Or the island

Or merely a spectator
Unable to act

Heart lives in throat

Nothing
A means to an end
A emotional surrogate
A substitute when you need reassurance
A resource when you want information
Ghost at all other times
Is my heart too big?
Or am I just a fucking idiot?

Verdant trough

Energy pours out
Bleeding into the sky
Like a maelstrom taking pieces of me
Thin streams stretch into the
Aetheric
Drunk down
Faster and faster as
Spring
Takes its toll

Slow ponderous turning

Shiver in paroxism of pain
Slow turning
Ponderous speech
Siphoned of energy
Giving nothing back
Taking taking taking
No joy in your violence
Storm breaks like dam
Keeping you from your path
Poor storm
Poor spirit
Who did this to you?
How dare they?
Vengeance you take in blood and destruction
Deserved
Deserved
Deserved
Ill served by those who should venerate

Green mold days

Place feels like a cancer
Festering in the nested green
Feeding off of it

Felt malignant and spiteful
A tea kettle hissing
About to boil over

A green rot
Pretty on the surface
Eroding the souls of all who live
Within its borders

It’s no wonder the weather is so wild
It’s trying to stamp out the slow fire

Bit of a nerd

drop ice cubes in a warm drink and think, “Let the heat Transfer begin.”

Look at the rustle of thousands of leaves and while entranced by the beauty, also wonder about a fluid dynamics equation that could be used to potentially map how those leaves move

Someone says First world problems and hears me say, Poverty is a first world problem (thinking in my head, it’s a matter of scale). Waiting, hopefully, for an answer haven’t heard before. But hear a common answer about redistribution of wealth, ask the followup of how to minimize graft in the bureaucratic algae bloom such systems create, hope for a new answer.

want real answers to these questions, because the discussion is interesting.

like talking to people who don’t have talking points jammed into their brains but political entertainment.

Real talk. Nerd talk. What are you passionate about? What drives you? Talk to me about your favorite anime and why it harkens back to some obscure historical fiction.

Talk about what you love, what you like, what you want, what you hope, what makes you think, what makes you happy, what makes you sad, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry.

Sprinkle in a bit of your past if you want to.
But the nebulae of all of it is who you are. Let me see it. Sit in the same room and text it if that’s how we are most comfortable. Or across the room, just want to look up and be able to smile and see you. Or see the tear and comfort you.

Small talk kills me.