Tangent #1

Justice is so...

Splintered bone.
Dented skull
Blood pools at feet
Live by the sword

Perverse...

Salivating creature
Thirst for flesh
Eyes water and glare
No face in fury

Life is so...

Filtered through perfected percept as gutter water anoints the chosen
You are unholy and banished from yonder
no peace until flesh burns into ash so double up on well wishes...
wishes  only  shown as ridicule from the dead

Ridiculous...

Sometimes I wonder exactly what was meant when head exploded from dark orifice
The brightness so ugly. The faces so disgusting
I  see you through smiles as you curse my becoming.
I ask why the me when there could have been them.
Born into little that riddles the poor.
Now I am sore and scabbed to the core
Roared and smashed through the floor
On my way to the truth that mirrors the now
On my way to the lie that exists in the now

Oh ye of little...

Curse the blessing as it weighs me here
Forever in roots as thick as my sharecropping greats
Under the guise of no escape hides the shame of conforming
Assimilation so subtle that it almost feel like fitting in.

Intelligence...

No matter the bottom feeder for he fears the confusion
That comes with every vision in sleep
Under lunar glow falls the rising water to fall again to rise again to be nourishment.
But he refuses to bathe in plastic purity

Suffer suffer suffer

A funny thing happened on my way to work
I thought of a friend whom I longed to see
As tears welled in my eyes
I refused to realize that she was a remnant from a life unlived
I gave in to the tears because I rationalized the rouse.
That this friend decided to never return

A funny thing happened to me on my way home
I thought of ending it and starting over .
Really. I thought of dying to be reborn.
But what if.......?

I just ceased to exist.

The world would cheer.