Subversive Social Commentary

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

Blerp

Everything was different, I wish I could say Now it's all the same, But no such luck Or maybe that is lucky. It's hard to tell When it's all in flux. Gains and losses Can't be measured Using any known system Only the feelings of Pain and joy

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

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.

Questioning fate

And whether we are all trapped in it and thinking we are free to decide what we do or whether we actually are. Not that it ultimately matters, you are who you are and you do what you do. She begged With tears on her cheeks Screams in her throat And blood in her hands But I cut him still Watching him drain into the ground And her sink next to him All for what. We all knew this was the way It had to end But just because you know the end You can't stop wanting To hope That it will change How do you fight fate Wether you believe in it Or not How do you know that our actions have consequences Is it a consequence if it's preordained? How can you fool the very thing that's writing your story How do you choose, if the choice was never yours How do you live If the life was never yours to lead If you are lead by some string tied to your soul Tied to the pages we are written on Your life Ink on pages Does someone read us when we pass Or are we just stored on the shelf To impress and gather dust She begged And I cut

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.

Death threats

If your gonna take him, take him, If you’re gonna leave him, leave, But please make up your mind, Because I’m starting to find, That I can’t take these fucking death threats anymore.

What’s for dinner?

It bubbles away

Like a pot in the background

Simmering over flame

It’s almost audible.

Tucked away for safe keeping

In the kitchen

Boiling.

The flavours getting stronger

And stronger

Intensifying.

I can feel the heat

Rising

Roaring

It burst out of the pot

Demanding my attention.

I turn

And there’s only the pot,

Quietly bubbling away.

No titles for you!

So this started out as a sort of homage/inspired by a dead mans bones song (who you should listen to if you don't already) but then changed and evolved as most of what I write does. It isn't what I wanted it to be at the start but I like what it has become. You're gonna drip ethereal Your blood will illuminate the fires in the sky Celestial ecstasy For I am the devil And darlin you are done Your soul will come When I do We're all just trying to move up And let's face it I can't get much lower Deep down in the chasm of you Burning through Burning through A brief taste of destruction With a mouthful of ecstasy Lose yourself To your sensibilities To the fire that grips you From the deep Deep Depths Let go your inhibitions And break down the walls Let you take over yourself Flow free With me And I will make you A queen Of your own being Now reign Look into the darkness Reach out And taste it Know yourself Before I take You Away

I stand and lean

Against

Ancient granite.

Ancient by the standards of my short life.

Another waits a stride away

Seems this is the place.

Who knows how many have done this

Who knows how many will after I'm gone.

She takes a step closer

And fixes her eyes my way

I look up and smile

She's looking past me

Which I'm glad of

This is a time of leaning

Not of interaction.

She takes a step closer

Still looking past me

We wait together

Though entirely separately.

I reflect as I write

And watch the people pass by In this cool, clammy heat.

There's no message here

Just narration.