Everything gone wrong,
Left to our own human devices,
The world what we make of it,
What we wish in our deepest–
Our darkest–
Moments of hubris.
And then we dare to ask
For the help we turned away.
We make demands and rail against
The One we scorned in the heights
Of our mortal delusions.
***
You imagine it
A thing of light and loveliness?
Can you picture
The distinctly crystalline sharpness,
Comprehend
The unfeeling, deadly wanting?
There is such terrible, horrific bitterness–
Joy
To be caught, grasped, strangled.
Perhaps
It is a cold, frightful sort of beauty,
If only you could stand to behold it,
Lingering
In the darkness.
***
Hypocrisy hides in humor,
Disguises barbed feelings
In clever wording and
Ringing tones of laughter.
But a closer look
Reveals the hurtful intent
That is fully rotten at the core.
***
Time,
Ever cruel,
Inconspicuous
In his passing, yet
Looming
At his reckoning.
***
Support is more than words.
The best of your intentions
Are not enough,
Never enough.
To save the day,
To endure the pain,
To come out ahead
And become whole–
Nothing less than action will suffice.
Sacrifice your all
On the altar of indifference,
Or step aside,
Watching from the sidelines
With your useless goodwill.
***
Clenched fist, an initial reaction,
Even so, a choice must be made:
Fingers curling, tighter still
Or, gently unfurling–
Salvation at hand.
Impossible
To let go,
Even
So.
***
Do not flood me
With your condolences.
Trash your so sorry's,
Hold your offers of help,
Wait with your sympathies,
Giving me time–
Let it hurt first.
***
For someone who sees the big picture,
You focus on the details, but
You still manage to miss out,
Ignoring the essence
Of a thing because
You want to see
Something that
Is not
There.
And so,
Subtlety
Isn't your strong suit.
You are blinded to
The root of the matter,
The why behind the reason.
Preferring your panorama,
Your lofty, lonely, birds-eye viewing.
***
Comforting words
For an uncomfortable time.
Where any progress is good progress,
Innovation, wonder, adventure–
They go to die,
Withering away under the shadow
Of imagined growth.
The rotting of roots:
When the nourishing water
Sits stagnant and kills the soul.
***
Forethought
Does not help,
Wisdom
Cannot negate the necessity,
And knowledge
Will not expose the emotions
When you are backed into the corner
And left
To decide in the final moments.
***
Heart pounding, rushing,
Thoughts clouding, claws emerging–
When all else fails, fight.
***
How disappointing
To care until brimming,
Overflowing,
Only to be met
With empty minds and dead eyes.
Incandescent,
Spoiling for war
Yet somehow losing:
An army of one against none.
There is no one awake enough
To know, to appear–
To realize they are the victors.