Lessons

Lessons.

Years and years over, gone.

The once sweet taste, now stings bitter from the regret of my clear and sober vision.

With countless paths open before me,

I reflect and revisit the failures..

Liars,

Nymphomaniacs,

Alcoholics,

Self-righteous religious types,

Crude and vulgar shadows,

Temptresses,

Acceptance seeking vultures,

Immature privileged leeches,

Life draining succubi,

And mannequins parading as if they hade a soul.

There is a fire burning inside of me.

Though (for now) there is a lack of kindling,

It refuses to dim.

Old as I am,

I am confident that this light still has the potential to burn brighter than a star.

Walk with me, and feed the furnace with this love.

Forever and always,

I will be true.

Clarity.

The coin acted as a herald of raw enlightenment.

With each flip I could feel the waves of clarity,

And dreaded their resonating presence.

Silverfish Fiasco

And so it continues.
The buildup to another let down.
I could say how anxious I am to meet you,
But alas, I have locked my scarred, beaten, and bruised humanity away.
After all, the masses do say,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Yet, all I’ve seen said "love" do is wander.

So I’m done.

I have washed my hands clean of such an absurd delusion.
Forgive me of the transgressions I am sure to gather,
In the following years until I lay before your feet.
(e)motionless,
Like a stone.