The Devil's Dine and Dash

The art of words is dead,
yet, here I am again.

All of the built up, powerless frustrations,
writhe and wry.

We work so hard to build ourselves up,
but we all know what happens when we reach the top.

My trust view has been askew,
while I drink, dance and dine with the devil.

Do you believe in pure evil?

I do.

Manipulators often finds comfort within their own fucked up, twisted life.

Napalm Water

Twirling in my spit upon sneakers,

I release a force field energy, unlike any other.

The press say I’m a monster,

But in actuality,

I’m a beast.

The different between the two is vast,

Yet the public outcry for us to have labels.

I’ve seen your future.

War torn vehicles,

And nothing but sand in between them.

A hyper violent Mad Max reality.

I never thought words would become artisan ammunition,

But we now have Pre-K adolescents biting the head off verbal grenades

And watching from a safe distance.

This acidic lifestyle has poisoned the well we drink from.

Technology is supreme.

I pray you all die long before you ever see this day.

Aaaachuuuu!

Creased lines,

And folded hearts,

Trip the unsuspecting catalyst,

To believe what the willful want most.

Battling the soul,

Sustains lengthy operation,

Worthy of waiting.

Fallen

A calming presence,

Amidst the chaos,

As the sun peaks over the cathedral.

A taste of changing seasons,

Stimulate old memories.

With the hope to capture new ones,

While staying true to the old ones.

Glittered pumpkins,

Crunchy leaves,

And apple-cinnamon spiked cider excite.

Foliage, wither and die,

Preparing for the next phase.

I think I’ll take my time with this one.

Those Who Won't Accept

Mirror, mirror.


I stare at you intensely.

[Move]

Why won't you move?

Something about those devil eyes makes my stomach churn.

Outsiders tell me to accept the man in front of me, but I know better.

It's not me.

It's a hollow representation of the person I worked so hard to become.

Fuck you!

I see the real you.

[Flinch]

I just saw you flinch.

Percolator

Push the pen

Trip the light

Say good bye

Yearn for flight

Soul demeanor

Fiscal cheerleader

Rabid fan

Manipulator.