Return Of The King

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.

The spectator

I feel Old And through that age I feel Alone Yet not lonely More like I've been taken somewhere I never asked to go And left there But still in full view Of everyone

A final question, begun

"Shall we begin" "How Fucking Dare You?" The beast, enraged by a seemingly random and unfounded accusation, snarls, fangs bared. The boy, not understanding, much like the beast, what has been asked, but presuming the worst, cowers, and pulls himself up onto the chair. The man, dumbfounded, just sits there, and stares at the painted man, as if querying the query, with a slight tilt of his head, but otherwise his face portrays no emotion, once again stuck between his two companions.

Burden

I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you. I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you.

Lioness

I was disappointed

Disappointed in a way I never had been before

I gave you my love and support

And you gave me your best

But your best

Through no fault of your own

Could not contend

You were robbed

Of what should have been yours

And despite what happened between us

You still have

Me

Let's start with something easy

Or let's not. I write because the words speak to me, when they come, I stop whatever I'm doing to record them, it's like possession, it takes over and I lose control. But saying that, I like to write, I could never keep a diary because I think it was too regimented, but I've always enjoyed writing, for me. It's only recently that I've let people see this side of me, let them read my thoughts, which is essentially what it is. I guess some of what I write is pretty deep, but that's because I like to rant to get how I feel out of me, I can understand it more if I can see it, like a tangible reflection. Conversely, I write some random things that aren't deep. Essays, poetry, conversations, it's just how my brain deals with life. Anyway, welcome to the ramblings.

The rising dark

You rise again

Old friend

It had been some years since

Your darkness graced my door.

I see you have the other dark with you

What of our agreement

What of the words we spoke

Our decision to go

Our separate ways

To no longer continue our involvement.

So why,

Do I find you here

Now

Like unwelcome peddlers,

Pests.

Filth!

Ah, I see the infection is spreading already

I will not go gently

Even though you’ve come in force

We’ve danced this dance before

Let’s hope this new partner

Knows the steps

I'm finding that as I get older Getting older feels divine Now I don't believe in the divine There's just no better word to describe The feeling of age in my mind Now sun is dead ahead And the road is behind. I'm being blinded, Is this the cost of freedom? Too much coffee And not enough sleep Black. Light. Spots. Peaks don't help when Stars are staring you down And December is no place For tinted lenses

Are you prepared for this undertaking?

You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness

Trapped in movement

Alabaster wolves Snap at my heels Desolation wasting The teeth are waiting For me to fall Down But up Up I go Though up seems to be straight ahead Flat Ahead There is no up I run in the same spot But the teeth are always there